At the end of the Teleportation Array's void passage, there were no violent currents of collapsing space, no terrifying storms that tore heaven and earth apart.
In their place was an utterly pure deathly stillness that seeped into the marrow.
It was an absolute silence that had endured for eternity, without birth or extinction, enough to chill the hearts of the heavens' mighty and stagnate their Dao Hearts.
Shiheng raised one foot and calmly stepped into the nether passage.
The instant he stepped fully inside, the planar passage connecting to the Life God Realm sealed behind him, dissolving layer by layer. The hard, thick spatial barriers rapidly closed, completely cutting off those living heavens bathed in celestial light, flourishing with vitality, and coursing with myriad Great Ways.
The clamor of war, the Human Race's migration, the upheavals of myriad worlds... all worldly troubles and the great undertaking of his race were shut outside.
Not a trace of light remained in the surrounding world.
Before his eyes stretched an endless expanse of gray earth, vast and barren.
A murky gray sky hung low over the entire nether plane. There was no blazing sun overhead, no wheeling stars or moon, no surging wind or clouds, and no changing seasons.
It was as though, from the moment of its creation, this world had been stripped of all color, all vitality, and all movement and sound.
This was the Netherworld.
The final destined resting place of the countless living beings of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
It was the ultimate forbidden land that governed the rise and fall of reincarnation and fixed the final outcome of life and death, an eternal land where all splendor ended and all things settled into dust.
Cold, damp air filled every direction, carrying a deathly stillness accumulated over