Ten years passed in a fleeting instant in the mortal world, but in the Death Demon Cavern, where deathly silence reigned year-round and demonic energy never faded, they were a long and lonely stretch of quiet cultivation.
The Cliffside Cave Abode remained as tranquil as ever. Layer upon layer of restrictions circulated ceaselessly, shutting out all the slaughter, brutality, and Nirvana Fiendish Aura outside.
Since the cavern's Supreme Chief Overseer had visited late that night, established a ten-year pact, and made an exception to grant Shiheng authority as an overseer of the lowest level, no one on that level had dared set half a foot inside his abode for ten full years.
The Demon Race overseers and savage demonic servants who had once run rampant on the lowest level, wantonly oppressing prisoners, all knew better and kept their distance. The black demonic mark of authority branded deep within Shiheng's Divine Soul was the ultimate pass and license to kill.
Whenever they sensed that aura of the Supreme Laws, all the demonic creatures and prisoners on the lowest level instinctively bowed their heads, filled with the utmost reverence and terror, not daring the slightest defiance.
Shiheng sat upright on his stone couch, devoting himself to cultivation and consolidating his realm, day after day for ten years.
But the closer cultivation of laws and rules approached its limits, the harder each step became.
He had been full of anticipation, hoping to use ten peaceful years to pry open the ultimate barrier of the fortieth layer of the Death Law, await an opportunity for the three-element variant laws of Fate, Destruction, and Death to fuse, and ride that momentum into the ranks of Seven-Star Fiends, then break through the shackles of the Life Law and remedy his weakness.
Yet ten full years passed,