Time flowed on in the Demonic Grotto. Ten full years quietly dissolved into the deathly silence of Eternal Purgatory.
The entire Other Shore Flower work area lay beneath a year-round pall of annihilating death aura. Prisoners of countless races toiled numbly, day after day, without incident, leaving only boundless silence.
Atop the black stone platform, all was silent throughout the year, without the slightest sound of a human voice or movement.
Shiheng sat upright on a boulder, already immersed in a motionless state of comprehension deeper than any in ages.
To fully deduce the mysteries of merging the three-element variant laws of death, destruction, and fate, and solve the problem of unifying different kinds of laws that no one had ventured into for ten thousand years, he sealed all his perceptions, completely closed off his six senses, and locked down his core divine consciousness.
Over those ten years, apart from his death clone submitting the fixed daily quota outside, his other clones severed every connection with the outside world. He let filth and secret evils breed in the purgatory beneath him, let the hearts around him sink and twist, and paid no attention whatsoever to the conflicts, schemes, and despicable acts occurring beside him.
His entire mind sank into his vast sea of consciousness, focused on deducing every strand of the three systems of laws and every trace of their merging trajectories, silently deepening his foundations. The fate laws also advanced along a winding path through the fusion process. No longer suppressed in any way, they lay poised to break through, gathering strength.
Ten years were enough to wear down the prisoners' edges, enough to breed endless darkness, and more than enough for the lingering jealousy and narrow-mindedness in the hearts of the two female Human Race cultivators who survived