Above the ancient hall on the Fifteenth Layer, the brilliant divine light flowing across the sky slowly withdrew and subsided.
The aged phantom that had stood through the ages and witnessed countless changes of time gradually faded with it, finally vanishing completely into the boundless void. He came and went in silence, without a sound, leaving not the slightest unnecessary trace, as though he had never appeared at all.
Shiheng stood in the center of the hall, concentrating on sensing his surroundings, but could no longer detect even a trace of the old man's lingering aura.
The entire ancient hall returned to utter stillness. Only the dense Laws accumulated over ten thousand years lingered, quietly shrouding the space like a thin mist, drifting and circulating as they nourished this Secret Realm.
The old man had departed completely, but every word of wisdom he had left behind was firmly etched in the depths of Shiheng's mind, echoing over and over, each word ringing clear and enduring.
Balance among the four systems, a ten-thousand-year limit, the downfall of prodigies, the body reaching the pinnacle of godhood...
Those few seemingly simple phrases expressed the core truth of God-level cultivation, pointing directly to the pitfalls cultivators across the heavens were most likely to stumble into. Every warning precisely identified the hurdles on Shiheng's future path, helping him avoid countless fatal dangers that could end his cultivation and firmly guarding his heaven-defying path of cultivating four systems against every deviation.
Shiheng gripped the cool Divine Core Sword in one hand and stood quietly in the empty hall, his body straight as a pine. After the old man's guidance and his enlightenment in desperate circumstances, his restless heart had settled completely. His mind was clear and lucid, without a trace of impatience or distracting thoughts.
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