The pitch-black, deathly silent Death Demon Cavern was the final destination of sinners and prisoners from all the races across the heavens.
Baleful winds howled, and death energy gnawed at the bones. Ink-black currents of annihilation, visible to the naked eye, surged slowly like tides, every strand containing the terrifying power to corrode souls and freeze laws.
Layers upon layers of black mist shrouded the entire world. There was no sun, moon, or stars, no alternation of dawn and dusk, only eternal darkness and cold, and an omnipresent despair that weighed so heavily one could scarcely breathe.
As the prison guards' cold commands rang out, Shiheng stepped beyond the confines of the Void Demon Box and fully entered this eternal purgatory.
The sight before him utterly overturned every understanding held throughout the Material Planes of the heavens.
In the countless Material Planes outside, a Lowgod could rule a territory, establish sects and dynasties, receive the worship of billions of living beings, and enjoy eternal life in freedom. A Midgod was an even greater titan, a supreme ancestor of great races and empires even in larger Material Planes, presiding over the heartland of a race and intimidating all around. With a raised hand, they could overturn rivers and seas and determine the life and death of billions-supreme beings whom mortals could never hope to look up to even across countless generations.
But within this Death Demon Cavern, their former supreme divine might had been stripped away and crushed to nothing.
As far as the eye could see, the dim mountain paths of the cavern were packed with hunched figures laboring away.
There were burly Midgods of the Dragon race clad in broken scales, Divine Beast overlords who had once roamed the seas of stars. Now they bent their towering bodies to