In the shadows of the chaotic void far from the battlefield.
A few scattered Midgods had been hiding there, intending to watch the spectacle. They had even planned to seize a chance to emerge after both sides suffered heavy losses, claim a share of the spoils, and snatch resources.
But now, every deity hiding in the shadows fell silent, chilled to the bone.
They desperately suppressed their auras and reined in every fluctuation of divine power, not daring even to breathe heavily, afraid Shiheng would notice them and bring death upon them.
They had witnessed the entire one-sided battle.
They had seen a scene that overturned everything the God Realm understood about cultivation ranks.
A Lowgod from a remote little world on a material plane.
By cultivating three types of laws simultaneously, undergoing a heaven-defying soul mutation rarely seen across the ages, and wielding two layers of forbidden fusion power, his combat strength had surged a hundred and fiftyfold, placing him firmly above Highgods who had reached their rank independently.
Single-handedly, he had overwhelmed ten Midgods and a hundred Lowgods, crushing them throughout the battle without suffering so much as a scratch. Even his aura had never wavered.
Such combat strength, such talent, such imposing might.
Never mind a secret realm like the Tomb of the Gods-even in the Higher Planes where they had lived for countless years, he would have been considered heaven-defying. A figure like him might not appear even once in millions upon millions of years.
From that moment onward.
Throughout the Tomb of the Gods, no deity who heard of what had happened that day would ever dare provoke the Yulan Continent's people again. None would dare face Shiheng's might.
On the battlefield.
The danger had been completely averted.
Kailin hurried to Shiheng's side and raised