The Other Shore Flower God plant awoke from its slumber, its faint Paragon will slowly spreading. The Other Shore Divine Plant that spanned heaven and earth gently shook its branches, its crimson flowers and leaves rustling faintly. An ancient, weathered voice, vast and looking down across eternity, rang out of thin air.
The voice was not loud, yet it filled the Demonic Grotto's Purgatory for tens of millions of miles. Every word carried the supreme might of a Death Paragon, pressing down until the void hummed.
"Two outsiders, what do you seek, setting foot in my resting place?"
Shiheng's entire body tensed. Even with his Four-Element Mutated Soul operating at full power, he could not withstand the wash of that will. He could not muster even the courage to raise his head and look directly at the divine plant's main trunk. Beside him, the chief overseer bowed slightly, his back bending involuntarily. Filled with reverence born of the gulf between their realms, he dared not show the slightest disrespect.
The divine plant's pitch-black trunk tilted slightly, and strands of profound law patterns fell upon the chief overseer. A single glance pierced through the origins buried deepest within his bloodline, leaving no secret hidden.
A moment later, the ancient voice spoke calmly, with a trace of understanding:
"So that is it. The blood of the Four Divine Beasts flows within you. You are a little fellow of the Azure Dragon Clan."
"Mm! Not bad!"
"Most of the Azure Dragon Clan cultivate the Water Law. You must have suffered quite a bit to cultivate the Death Law to the peak of Six-Star Fiend!"
The chief overseer shuddered, tempestuous waves surging in his heart. He had concealed his bloodline origins for years. Ordinary Highgods and Seven-Star Fiends could not detect the slightest clue,