Deep within the Palace of God in the Yulan Empire, a soft, lustrous halo enveloped the private cultivation chamber. The aura of the life laws, so dense it had almost become tangible, flowed slowly through the room, lingering without dispersing, having accumulated for ten full years.
Shiheng sat cross-legged on the Cloud-Patterned Cushion, his eyes closed. The aura of the Four-Series Supreme Laws around him had long since shed its former savage edge and withdrawn entirely into his Dantian Soul, becoming harmonious and clear, gentle and restrained. It seemed to blend perfectly with the Heaven and Earth Laws around him, no longer leaking the slightest sharpness. During ten years of devoted seclusion, he had cast aside all worldly distractions, working day and night to unravel the laws profundities and comprehend the true meaning of the Great Way. Yet as his cultivation drew ever closer to its limit, his understanding of the laws had slowly entered a sluggish bottleneck, making the tremendous, rapid advances of the past difficult to achieve again.
Fortunately, ten years of honing had not gone unrewarded; effort ultimately rewarded the dedicated. After three thousand days and nights of quiet, arduous cultivation, his Life Law, Destruction Laws, and Fate Laws had all broken through to the utmost limit of ninety-nine percent completion. He stood firmly before the final threshold between the Saint stage and godhood, the patterns of the laws clearly visible around him. All he needed was a sliver of opportunity from the Heavenly Dao and a sudden enlightenment of the mind to achieve complete mastery, break free of the shackles of the Saint stage, and ascend to the supreme God realm in a single step.
But on the path of cultivation, the closer one came to the summit, the harder progress was to force. That final