Bidding farewell to the bustle of everyday life in the Kete Kingdom, Shiheng held Kelin Xiaoman's hand and traveled north, entering the vast, imposing O’Brien Empire.
This nation dominated the continent's north, its sprawling territory steeped in an iron-blooded spirit. The Martial Dao flourished throughout the country, and even its mountains and rivers seemed to exude the fierce, overbearing aura of the strong. Both wore simple cloth garments, concealing all their sharpness and oppressive power. Like the most ordinary loving couple, they toured the scenery, paying no heed to worldly conflicts or the continent's upheavals.
After days of travel, the hostility Shiheng had accumulated through years of battle and studying cold, impersonal laws had long since dissipated, leaving only tenderness settled in his heart. Kelin Xiaoman laughed and chatted along the way, completely free of the shackles of her royal identity, enjoying a freedom and peace she had never known.
That day, they reached a secluded valley amid steep mountains wreathed in mist.
Without warning, a terrifying aura suddenly surged through the world-ancient and boundless, violent and overbearing, like heavenly thunder descending from the highest heavens!
That aura was as profound as an abyss tens of thousands of feet deep, carrying the weight of countless ages and the fierce might of lightning that could tear apart the sky. The pressure abruptly congealed, and even the surrounding air grew incredibly viscous. This was unmistakably the supreme foundation possessed only by a mortal at the pinnacle of power, one who had honed a single law to the very end of the Saint realm and already set one foot beyond the threshold of the God Domain!
Kelin Xiaoman's heart trembled slightly. Instinctively, she tightened her hold on Shiheng's hand, her fingertips paling as she whispered, "What a powerful aura..."
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