The clamor of heaven and earth fell into deathly silence in an instant. The howling winds abruptly stopped, the swirling Spiritual Energy froze in midair, and even the faint tremors of space and hidden fluctuations of the Laws were completely arrested by an invisible, traceless Sovereign power that stood above the Heaven and Earth Laws.
Time seemed to slow without limit at that moment. Every minute, every second became incomparably long, and everything around them sank into absolute stillness. Only that ancient aura quietly spreading outward, like an unseen hand, silently rewrote everything before him and tugged at the course of Shiheng's destiny.
Shiheng stood rigid, unable to move even a fingertip. A majestic aura, as vast as endless planes, as ancient as the dawn of primordial chaos, and as weighty as the earth of all heavens, slowly enveloped him like gentle spring water.
There was no sharp, oppressive pressure within that aura, nor any trace of murderous brutality, yet it made him tremble violently, from the fibers of his flesh to the very origin of his soul. This was not fear, but absolute reverence born of the difference in their levels of life. It was the innate, forever unbridgeable gulf between a Saint cultivator and a supreme Sovereign who stood at the pinnacle of countless planes, controlled the life and death of a plane, and looked down upon the gods and demons of all heavens. It was the soul's instinctive submission to a supreme powerhouse.
Suppressing the tremors in his soul, he slowly raised his eyes and saw a figure standing quietly in the void.
No dazzling divine light surrounded the man, nor did divine weapons or exotic beasts accompany him. He wore a plain, dark robe, yet seemed one with the Great Way of heaven and earth across