Within the deathly still, desolate ancient hall that had endured through the ages, there was no wind, no movement, not the slightest stir of life.
Only a terrifying power, eternal and capable of suppressing all heavens, bore heavily down upon the entire hall. This supreme sealing force was like an ancient divine mountain toppling down to crush everything beneath it. Formless and intangible, yet immense and ponderous, it enveloped every inch of space within the hall, leaving no gaps.
Shiheng's soul essence, the sinews and bones of his Divine Body, the four systems of Laws circulating around him, and his vast, surging reserves of divine power were all firmly bound and sealed by this terrifying force.
At that moment, his limbs were rigid, his Divine Body frozen, his soul locked away.
His fingertips could barely tremble, his meridians could barely circulate, and his divine power could barely stir. From head to toe, from flesh to soul, he was completely locked in place, unable to move of his own accord in the slightest.
No one had expected that this confinement in an inescapable predicament would last two full, lengthy years.
During the first month of his suppression, Shiheng's heart brimmed with utter unwillingness and defiance.
He had fought far and wide for countless years and survived innumerable brushes with death, yet never had he suffered such a stifling predicament, helpless and at another's mercy. Thus, he never resigned himself in the slightest, struggling and resisting with all his strength.
With every struggle, he unleashed all four systems of Laws within him-Life, Destruction, Death, and Fate-making the Four Great Origin Laws thunder, intertwine, and erupt. All his divine power seethed to its limits, driven at full force through the supreme essence of his mutated soul, slamming again and again against the invisible