Shiheng had long since lost all interest in what upheavals the Shadow Church would stir up afterward, or how many people would spend their days in constant dread.
He held Kelin Xiaoman's hand tightly, his palm conveying a reassuring warmth. With steady, resolute steps, he turned and left the bounds of Shadow City, speeding toward the Principality of Klan.
This journey, spanning more than a dozen years and every inch of the Yulan Continent, was finally approaching its end, drawing to a perfect close.
Over those years, he and Xiaoman had traveled side by side across vast mountains and rivers, witnessed mortal life and death, and taken in lone smoke rising over deserts, snow drifting through forest seas, village hearth smoke, and the bustle of great cities. He had tasted the warmth and coldness of the world and grasped the profound truths of the Great Way. Everything he had seen, heard, felt, and understood along the way had become part of his cultivation, allowing him to quietly break through one constraint after another and reach entirely new heights that no mortal cultivator had ever attained.
Through repeated experiences in the mortal world and insights into the Great Way, the three Supreme Laws of Life, Death, and Destruction had all stabilized at the limit of 99% perfection. Each had been refined to the utmost, forged and polished, needing only the slightest opportunity to reach complete perfection and touch the source of the laws.
Together with the Fate Laws, which had long since taken root deep in his soul and reached the 99% limit, all Four Extremes Laws were now his. Four vast powers of laws spiraled and intertwined within him, interlocking, resonating with one another while keeping one another in balance. They formed the most heaven-defying, stable, and unassailable foundation of