Meanwhile, at the bottom of the Death Demon Cavern.
In the deep, secluded valley, the turmoil had finally ended, and deathly silence once more shrouded the land.
Shiheng knew nothing of this.
He never could have imagined that his casual killing of a Highgod to save the human brother and sister had been precisely detected by the Demonic Grotto's supreme chief overseer.
Still less had he imagined that this supreme powerhouse, who had lived for countless ages, had already set his sights firmly upon him, quietly drawing him into the ultimate plan for escaping the Demonic Grotto that he had spent a thousand years lying low to prepare.
His expression remained calm. With a light sweep of his sleeve, he dispersed the lingering power of the rules around him.
Then he turned to look at the siblings Ryder and Linor beside him, their auras feeble and their condition dire.
Through this vicious scheme, the path the siblings had spent their lives painstakingly cultivating had been destroyed, their Divine Foundations shattered, and all their cultivation utterly dispersed.
Now, only their Saint Domain True Bodies remained. Not even a ten-thousandth of their combat strength survived, and they were exhausted in mind and spirit, their condition at its lowest ebb.
Shiheng said nothing more. Silently turning, he took the two into the air and crossed the desolate, bleak expanse of the Demonic Grotto.
Before long, the three arrived at a hidden cave dwelling deep within a crevice in a cliff.
This was the refuge Shiheng had personally shaped, renovated, and sealed during his ten years lying low in the Demonic Grotto.
Multiple concealment restrictions shrouded the dwelling, perfectly blocking both the corrosive demonic energy outside and the probing of others.
Inside, it was quiet and secure, free of the dangers found everywhere in