The ten-year trial in the Tomb of the Gods had already drawn to a close.
Within the Secret Realm of the Fourteenth Layer, the murderous savagery that lingered year-round quietly faded. The God-level experts who had fought through one deadly battle after another finally relaxed their taut nerves, gathering to chat and rest.
They shared the many experiences of their ten years of trials.
From their perilous first steps into the Secret Realm, when they had walked on thin ice, to the bloody battles for survival as they fought through each layer, and then the long years of deepening their understanding of the laws and transforming their strength.
The oppressive weight of countless past struggles to the death vanished entirely.
A relaxed, tranquil mood settled over the entire area. It was the most peaceful moment they had enjoyed since entering the Secret Realm ten years ago.
Yet just as everyone was enjoying their conversations and the atmosphere eased, Shiheng's expression quietly grew deeply somber.
His brows furrowed slightly, and a nearly imperceptible trace of unease crossed his eyes.
After a long silence, Shiheng finally lowered his voice and discreetly described the unusual state he had been in lately.
Throughout these past days, he had remained restless, his mind in turmoil.
An inexplicable agitation lingered deep within him, firmly rooted and impossible to shake.
Even after repeatedly calming his mind, regulating his breathing, and stabilizing his Divine Soul, he could not suppress that ominous premonition, as though some distant catastrophe capable of overturning heaven and earth were quietly taking shape in the outside world.
The moment Shiheng finished speaking, every expert present stiffened.
The easy, tranquil atmosphere instantly froze and vanished.
Everyone present was a true God-level expert.
They had endured deadly battles and the trials of time, tempering their minds