The life divine light that shook the heavens slowly receded, and the torrent of laws sweeping across the wilderness fell silent with it.
The enormous teleportation plaza finally regained its original stillness and solemnity.
Only the lingering warmth of extraordinarily dense divine power remained in the air after the two manifestations of godhood and the consummate breakthrough in four branches of laws, suffusing the entire expanse and refusing to dissipate.
At the center of the plaza, Ryder and Linor stood quietly.
Their eyes were half closed as they focused on regulating their breathing, devoting themselves entirely to stabilizing their newly formed life Lowgod Divine Cores.
Outsiders had no way of knowing that behind this brother and sister's seemingly smooth reconstruction of their paths to godhood lay devastating wounds capable of ruining an ordinary cultivator's entire life.
They had once endured ten thousand years of imprisonment in Hell Demonic Grotto, with no control over whether they lived or died.
The Midgod law-fusion clones they had painstakingly refined through thousands of years of dedicated cultivation had all perished and collapsed.
The destruction of their clones had severed the greater part of their cultivation, wiping out thousands of years of arduous work in a single day.
Throughout the realms of cultivation, the complete destruction of a clone meant that one's path was all but severed.
Most cultivators who suffered such a devastating blow would collapse mentally and abandon themselves to despair, ultimately forced to cling to their damaged Divine Cores and remain at their current level, unable to reach a higher realm for the rest of their lives, their road to becoming powerful sealed off completely.
Yet Ryder and Linor had borne that devastating blow through sheer endurance.
A hundred years caged in the Demonic Grotto, the erosion of endless deathly silence, the