Within the Taihuang Cultivation Chamber, a great formation sealed the heavens and locked down the earth.
The void in every direction lay utterly silent. All sound had ceased, and even the faintest currents in the void had frozen completely.
Heavenly secrets were completely sealed off!
Laws were completely cut off!
All traces of presence were completely concealed!
The entire cultivation chamber had slipped beyond the observation of all heavens, forming a sealed Dao Domain of its own.
Even if a Highgod descended here in person and unleashed all the divine might of a lifetime against it, they could not shake its barriers in the slightest, much less penetrate the boundary to glimpse any of the mysteries and secrets within the Secret Realm.
At the very center of the Secret Realm, Shiheng sat cross-legged in the void.
His posture was straight and upright, like an ancient pine or cypress rooted in chaos, standing unfallen through the ages, steady and towering.
Throughout his life, he had endured endless seas of blood and slaughter, traversed countless desperate situations, and seen through the illusions of myriad arts.
He had long since severed his obsessions and purged his inner demons. His Dao Heart was clear and empty, like an ancient pool of icy water without the slightest ripple.
Even as the essence of the surrounding void circulated violently and waves of heaven and earth energy trembled, he remained calm and impassive from beginning to end, holding firmly to his true self as he quietly awaited the rebirth of his four Life-Bound Battle Blades.
In the void around him, four ancient battle blades hovered silently, utterly motionless.
These four battle blades had accompanied Shiheng through half a lifetime of war.
They had ventured into desperate situations, crossed mountains of corpses, defied life and death, and defeated