For the previous ten years, he had been in the Tomb of the Gods, a deathtrap shrouded year-round in destruction and death.
Slaughter filled every day, danger lurked at every step, laws fell into chaos, and gods devoured one another.
Throughout those ten long years of wandering, Shiheng's mind had remained stretched to its utmost limit at every moment.
His Divine Soul had spent year after year on high alert, guarded with extreme caution, never daring to relax in the slightest, as though he lived suspended above a blade's tip.
Especially during the final month.
Undercurrents had surged. With his foreknowledge of the original story and his knowledge of the tragedy on the Yulan Continent, endless, suffocating oppression had coiled tightly around his Divine Soul.
The road ahead had been dark and uncertain, and a God War could erupt at any moment.
Even though Shiheng commanded the Fate Laws and calmly worked through deductions day and night, he still could not see the complete outcome.
A great stone had hung over his heart, leaving him restless day and night.
The weight of an approaching storm and imminent catastrophe, especially the torment of vaguely sensing that his loved ones would soon be separated from him, their survival uncertain, had tortured his mind at every moment.
Until today.
Everything had finally settled.
Ten years of slaughter had ended, and the gods' chess game had paused.
The tension, fear, gloom, and unease accumulated over ten years had finally fallen away entirely at this moment.
His mind returned to a long-absent state of calm, ease, and peace.
Shiheng walked among mortals, deliberately reining in his heaven-reaching cultivation.
He sealed away every trace of his god-level pressure, shedding the bearing of a God Venerable who looked down upon all living beings and erasing the presence