The Death Demon Cavern had lain deathly silent for countless ages.
Pitch-black fog that never dispersed shrouded ten thousand miles of land, and bone-piercing stillness soaked every inch of black soil. This was the cruelest prison for gods and demons in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, an eternal purgatory for countless powerhouses.
Just yesterday, two events great enough to shake the Material Plane had occurred in succession in this land of despair.
Two veteran Midgods who had lain low for years and possessed deep foundations had succumbed to the cavern's relentless daily erosion of deathly energy. Their Dao foundations had shattered completely, and their bodies and divine souls had ultimately been annihilated together, reduced utterly to ashes and scattered between heaven and earth.
No one mourned them. No one asked after them.
That same day, Shiheng, who had remained quiet for ten years, had broken through his barriers and transformed.
He had cultivated tirelessly, breaking through against the odds. His mastery of the Death Law had advanced layer by layer, firmly reaching the thirtieth layer of the Midgod realm. His foundations had quietly surged, completing a transformation that remade him entirely.
Either of these events, placed in the vast, boundless Material Plane, would have caused an uproar, alerted the forces of every plane, and drawn the attention, wariness, and awe of countless deities.
The fall of veteran Midgods meant the loss of powerful figures; successive breakthroughs in a Midgod's Laws promised a future full of potential.
Yet within the boundless Death Demon Cavern, which imprisoned hundreds of millions of gods and demons, such plane-shaking events had ultimately failed to stir even the faintest ripple.
The cavern was too vast, encompassing a million miles of barren territory.
There were too many prisoners-countless gods and demons of every race and prodigies from