After bidding farewell to Kelan Kai and his party from Kelan Imperial City, Shiheng continued toward Kelan Imperial City.
He traveled alone, without companions or attendants.
He stopped and started at leisure, neither hurried nor impatient, roaming through the villages and towns, mountains, rivers, and ancient roads along the way.
He had now ascended to a divine position, his combat prowess unrivaled across the region, yet he had not devoted himself to secluded cultivation and contemplating laws. Instead, he chose to walk among mortals, tempering his Dao heart through the myriad facets of worldly life over thousands of miles.
The bustle of everyday life, the suffering of mortals, and the joys and sorrows of the mundane world all became nourishment for his comprehension of the Four Laws, making his God realm foundation ever steadier and more refined.
After several days of travel, Shiheng quietly settled in a remote border town in the Klan Empire.
The little town lay on the border between two nations. Small in size and far removed from court strife and the wars of gods and demons, it had simple, honest folk and peaceful days.
He strolled through its quaint streets and alleys, casually surveying the peaceful little town.
Just then, a familiar courtyard came into Shiheng's view.
It belonged to that lowly mercenary family from years ago-the family of the boy Xiaoyuan.
Back then, it had been through this family's ordinary struggles between life and death that Shiheng glimpsed mortal life and death in their purest form. In a single moment of enlightenment, he comprehended the Death Law and pushed his cultivation to ninety-nine percent of the Saint apex, just one step short of perfection.
Inside the courtyard, Xiaoyuan's family of three were all hard at work.
Everyone was drenched in sweat, their arms flying and