The verdict that this was a Life-and-Death Hunting Ground froze the hearts and minds of every deity from the Yulan Continent like a block of ice.
The entire deathly still space instantly sank into a stifling silence in which a falling pin could be heard.
Everyone held their breath, suppressing the fluctuations of their divine cores and the aura of their divine power to the utmost. Their divine souls lay tightly concealed within their bodies, not daring to let the slightest disturbance escape.
They all understood perfectly well that a hundred Lowgods and ten Midgods lurked here. Any unnecessary trace of their aura would instantly invite annihilation.
Shiheng stood quietly at the head of the group, straight and steady as an ancient pine.
He did not release his divine soul to probe a wide area, keeping his Fate Laws at only the minimum level of vigilance. Within a radius of three li, he perceived and monitored every stirring of the wind and grass, every movement of divine sense.
His reserves were unfathomable. He had perfected all three laws-Life, Fate, and Destruction-and attained godhood through them. Three divine cores slowly resonated within him, while the three supreme laws intermingled and complemented one another, forming an unassailable closed circuit of power. Although he had not fully fused all Four Edicts, he had achieved complete fusion between two different laws and had also begun incorporating the other two.
Besides that, his Death Law had long since reached the pinnacle of the Saint Limit. He needed only one final opportunity to condense a divine core and enter the God realm. At this moment, it lay hidden deep within his soul like a supreme savage beast that had slumbered for ages, resonating from afar with the death essence filling the world. With a single thought,