For over a full year.
In one corner of the Lingmeng Continent, this shattered expanse of sky spanning a million li had remained utterly shrouded in an ancient, deathly still, inescapable Overgod pressure.
High in the heavens, the enormous palm Lingmeng Overgod had casually sent down hung silently, sinking slowly.
There were no earth-shaking, violent tremors, no terrifying phenomena of slaughter that shook the heavens.
Yet this simple, careless ripple of an Overgod's power suppressed the entire world, extinguishing all workings of power, arresting the laws, leaving not an inch untouched.
Every operation of this world, every source, every rule, had been locked firmly in place by the Overgod's authority.
To resist this inescapable divine pressure, Shiheng, the Earth Clone, the Life Divine Tree Clone, and the artifact spirit of the Other Shore Flower God Blade-four supreme combatants who all rivaled Paragons-had exhausted their lifetime accumulations, burning their source essence and divine souls.
Day after day, night after night.
For over a full year, the four had neither slept nor rested, taking turns fighting desperately to defend this broken world.
They frantically drove the Supreme Laws, repairing the shattered barriers of space, resisting the layers of crushing Overgod authority, and using every ounce of strength to withstand divine might like the collapsing heavens.
Countless times, their source essence had been overdrawn and depleted; countless times, their divine souls had cracked and suffered damage; countless times, their Dao Hearts had verged on shattering, on extinction.
But no matter how desperately the four fought, how they burned through their reserves, or how they battled to the death without retreating, the outcome had never changed in the slightest.
The combined strength of four Paragons had held the line for an entire year.
They could not shake even the outermost layer of divine might