After bidding farewell to Xiaoyuan and his family, who had regained their vitality and bowed in heartfelt gratitude, Shiheng and Kelin Xiaoman walked slowly side by side, setting out for the Shadow Church.
Having witnessed this mortal encounter with life and death, all Four Supreme Laws within Shiheng-life, death, destruction, and fate-had broken through their bottlenecks, firmly reaching the ultimate limit of ninety-nine percent perfection.
Four boundless, unfathomably powerful forces of law slowly revolved within his sea of consciousness, blending and coexisting while restraining and balancing one another, forming the world's most perfect closed cycle of mortal power. This was the ultimate pinnacle mortal cultivation could reach, half a step beyond the threshold of the God realm. He needed only to find a quiet, secure hidden realm free of outside interference, and he could stir the laws of heaven and earth into resonance, tear through the barrier between mortality and the God-level, and ascend to godhood in a single step, becoming a true deity who commanded the Four Extremes Laws and looked down upon all living beings across the continent.
Yet he was in no hurry whatsoever.
He had already promised Kelin Xiaoman that he would set aside his obsession with cultivation and accompany her across every inch of the continent, seeing all its mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, and seasonal splendors, honoring their companionship in the mortal world.
Along their journey, they had gazed together at the vast starry skies above the Far East Prairie, walked through snowy forests in the Mountain Range of Magical Beasts, witnessed the warmth of everyday life in frontier villages, and admired the flourishing grandeur of the Empire Capital. They had taken in almost all the breathtaking scenery across the continent. Only one final destination remained in Kelin Xiaoman's heart-the blood-red twilight that filled the