He fully established a Master-Servant Contract with the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, Ao Ditian.
Countless golden dragon patterns flowed through heaven and earth, winding and interweaving before finally converging into one. The last spiritual glow of the contract slowly dissipated into the void of the Tomb of the Gods' Fourteenth Layer.
A long night quietly passed.
The spiritual energy here was as vast as rivers and seas, lingering all year round, enough to temper divine bodies and soothe Dao hearts. Yet it alone could not suppress Shiheng's tangled state of mind.
For the entire night, Shiheng had not closed his eyes once.
He sat quietly cross-legged atop the Void Jade Platform, his body upright and his aura steady and restrained. He seemed utterly calm, yet deep within his heart surged an irrepressible agitation and unease.
An overwhelmingly strong premonition of disaster clung to the depths of his soul, impossible to shake off or dispel.
It was as though those he cherished most in this life, those he wanted to protect with everything he had, were in desperate danger and might leave him forever at any moment.
This heart-clenching feeling was utterly real, by no means an illusory misperception.
Shiheng's mind was perfectly clear. He distinctly remembered the original course of this plane's story.
He knew full well that the protagonist and his companions had already triggered a world-shaking upheaval.
The God-level experts who escaped Gorba Prison had broken free of their cage and fought a battle to the death against Lin Feng (Linley) and the others. That battle shook heaven and earth and shattered mountains and rivers. The terrifying impacts of laws directly tore apart and shattered the stable planar seal that had held the Yulan Plane together for countless millions of years.
Countless God-level experts imprisoned in the Otherworldly Plane