The spatial passage trembled incessantly, endless pitch-black turbulence frantically shredding the living beings traveling through it.
Ordinary Saint powerhouses crossing over from Material Planes had to exert every ounce of their Saint power to protect their bodies against the violent force of travel between Planes.
The slightest carelessness would let sharp spatial fragments tear their flesh and severely wound their Divine Souls; as for cultivators below the Saint level, they would be shredded to pieces by Spatial Turbulence the instant the passage opened.
This was also the fundamental reason why, across the heavens, only cultivators who had broken through to the Saint level were qualified to know of the existence of God-level Planes.
Yet Shiheng stood motionless in black at the center of the passage, his body as steady as an ancient boulder.
His formidable Midgod physique already surpassed all others of his level. Coupled with his true reserves at the peak of a Six-Star Fiend, and the four Divine Cores of fate, destruction, life, and death circling close around him, thick layers of divine light naturally spread out, shutting out every external force.
The raging spatial storms, sharp fragments that sliced at the Divine Soul, and violent planar forces that compressed it were all dissolved and dispersed invisibly. Not even the hem of his clothes stirred.
His journey through the passage was entirely unobstructed.
At the same time, Shiheng clearly sensed the restraints of the world surrounding him breaking down and dissipating layer by layer.
The Yulan Plane's gentle, orderly planar laws, which deliberately suppressed the demonic nature of living beings, were left completely behind.
In their place came the tyrannical, bloodthirsty Hell Great Way, founded upon slaughter!
Heaven and earth were filled with boundless destructive malice, blood-colored demonic energy thick enough to seem tangible, and omnipresent thoughts of