Twilight faded, and night spilled down like ink, completely enveloping the battlefield strewn with corpses. Countless stars pierced the darkness, casting a cold, lonely radiance. Pools of blood that had yet to dry reflected the starlight with a dim, chilly gleam. The energies of life and death intertwined in the air, and the lingering might of the laws of destruction refused to disperse. This land steeped in blood and departed souls had now become a uniquely favorable cultivation ground for Shiheng.
He sat cross-legged where he stood, his back straight as a spear and his eyes slightly closed. In an instant, he cast aside every stray thought and all his postbattle fatigue. His consciousness sank like a stone in water, descending fully into the boundless depths of his soul. The life law and death law he had only just begun to grasp through his desperate breakthrough were still somewhat unstable. He had to fuse them completely with the destruction laws he already controlled and the fate laws that had quietly awakened unseen, stabilizing and unifying them. Only then could he truly command this vast, immense power and prevent the four powers of law from clashing and turning against him.
Within Shiheng's soul sea, the four powers of law already occupied separate regions.
The destruction laws manifested first, pitch-black throughout, violent, domineering, and vicious, carrying a terrifying ferocity that could crush all things and annihilate everything. This had been his core power throughout his battles, and his comprehension of it had long since reached minor attainment. If the completeness of law required to become a god were measured as 1, his destruction laws had already reached 0.5. Their power was immense and substantial, their foundation solid, far surpassing that of ordinary Saint experts.
The newborn life law was gentle as blue-green