The instant the flesh of Shiheng's Saint Domain True Body reached complete perfection and stabilized at the peak Lowgod level in every respect, the endless suppressive force that had enveloped him for two full years abruptly vanished without a trace.
The seemingly eternal shackles weighing heavily upon his body and soul receded completely, as though they had never existed.
The spiritual energy of the world and the free-flowing fire element divine power, suppressed for two full years, instantly surged into Shiheng's body through his limbs, bones, and meridians like countless rivers returning to the sea.
His soul power, once completely sealed and impossible to wield in the slightest, also fully revived at that moment. It surged and circulated, filling every corner of his flesh and every strand of muscle.
A long-absent sense of power swept through him. His meridians opened freely, his soul became clear and unobstructed, and all the accumulated strength confined for two years was completely released and unfurled, leaving his entire body incomparably at ease.
Joy that Shiheng could scarcely conceal welled up within him. He was just about to slowly stretch his body and loosen the stiff muscles and bones that had been confined for two years.
But before he could move even a fraction, an aged figure had silently appeared a short distance in front of him.
The newcomer was a slightly stooped, white-haired old man dressed in plain, coarse hemp robes. Not a trace of oppressive might or fluctuation of laws emanated from him, and his presence was so faint that it bordered on nothingness.
Out in the wider world, anyone who saw him would have taken him for an utterly ordinary elderly man, wholly unremarkable.
Yet at that moment, Shiheng's mind abruptly tensed, and his expression instantly became solemn in the extreme.
Almost