After putting away the six Other Shore Divine Fruits, Shiheng slowly tightened his fingers, firmly gripping the Other Shore Death Divine Blade in his palm.
After undergoing the sacrifice and the rebirth of its essence, the divine blade was translucent, inky black throughout. All the light flowing across its body had withdrawn inward, revealing not a trace of murderous sharpness.
Only the crimson Other Shore Flower God Seal at the center of the blade remained quietly fixed in place, shimmering with faint divine light tempered by a hundred million years of extinction and bearing an ancient, distant aura of death law.
Shiheng turned, bidding farewell to the deathly still core deep within the Demonic Grotto.
With steady steps, he crossed the cold ground and the stagnant, heavy deathly aura of extinction, making his way toward the grotto's outskirts.
The expanse of Purgatory stretching for tens of millions of miles remained covered in layers of dense death essence. As far as the eye could see, it was a barren wasteland without the slightest trace of living vitality.
Yet a careful examination with the divine soul would clearly reveal that the planar foundation of the entire Death Demon Cavern was no longer as terrifying as it had been at its height.
The supreme power that had suppressed the ages and intimidated gods and demons throughout the heavens with the pressure of a Paragon's laws had completely dissipated.
Having lost the Other Shore Flower Divine Plant as its planar core anchor and support for its essence, this Purgatory sealed by an Overgod was steadily declining at an imperceptibly slow rate. Its plane was degrading, its essence peeling away.
The ever-present pressure of laws between heaven and earth had weakened drastically. Everywhere showed signs of decline, of the plane's momentum running dry and its