The Gray Nether Wasteland lay boundless and deathly still.
An eternally unchanging aura of annihilation spread heavily across heaven and earth. There was no wind, no chirping of insects, no pulse of living things-only an immensely heavy layer of death law pressing down upon the entire Netherworld Land.
Shiheng walked alone in white, his steps measured and unhurried.
Each step appeared leisurely and slow, without the slightest eruption of divine might, yet every inch he traversed transcended the ordinary spatial constraints of the heavens, holding supreme speed that overturned the common principles of planes.
Only seven days had passed since he sensed his parents' souls perish and be forcibly drawn into the Nether Soil by the Netherworld's Heavenly Dao rules, until this day when he personally set foot in the nether realm.
For God Realm powerhouses whose lives readily stretched millions or tens of millions of years, seven days were as brief as the flick of a finger, almost negligible.
Yet anyone who had truly reached the God-level, understood the vastness of the Higher Planes, and knew the rules of traveling between planes would clearly understand-crossing two great Higher Planes and traversing the immense territories of forty-eight prefectures in seven days was an inconceivable, heaven-defying feat rarely seen throughout the ages.
Each of the four great Higher Planes stood among the highest domains of the heavens, so vast that its expanse defied mortal imagination.
Hell had 108 prefectures, and the Netherworld had eighty-one. Even an ordinary prefecture spanned a billion li, while somewhat larger ones could span several billion.
Such vast lands already exceeded the total area of countless top-tier Material Planes. An ordinary Highgod's lifetime of secluded cultivation, travels, and activities often remained confined to a region of ten million li within a single prefecture; they might never traverse