Chapter 1822: The Approaching Era of Dwindling Laws

**Boom!**

A deafening roar echoed through the void!

The entire world trembled faintly as vast, boundless laws of order spread like a primordial giant swinging his axe, splitting the heavens and earth anew.

Chaos ensued. Many powerful figures across the world paled, a deep chill running through them as they felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Beyond the known realms, an ancient world drifted closer to the Three Thousand Provinces. In the near future, they would likely merge—the true fusion was about to begin!

The heavens and earth quaked as the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths gradually integrated, destined to become one.

In the distance, an ancient realm, shrouded in a hazy expanse of stars, emitted a dim glow as it slowly approached. When it neared the Three Thousand Provinces, countless bolts of lightning crackled between them, and terrifying laws of order erupted.

Though they had drawn near, they had yet to fully merge—yet even this proximity caused the world itself to tremble.

People feared: once the collision occurred, once the two realms truly connected, would countless lives be obliterated?

This might well become a catastrophe, filling hearts with anxiety and dread.

**Rumble!**

At the same time, some of the “Heavens” above had already drawn infinitely close, fusing together, destined to become one.

“It’s happening faster than expected!” someone murmured.

The forces of the Immortal Domain gathered, consolidating rather than engaging in a decisive battle with the dark creatures. They deliberated, debated—some even proposed an immediate retreat.

For in but an instant, the essence of heaven and earth had drastically diminished!

With even the slightest fusion, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths would become far more barren—this was the backlash of the world itself, hastening the arrival of the End of Law Era!

The so-called reunification of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths was but an illusion. The true essence was that it heralded the coming of the End of Law Era—perhaps even the Era of No Law.

In one corner of the Three Thousand Provinces, Shi Hao, Cao Yusheng, and the little dog halted, silently observing and sensing the great changes of the world.

“A terrible age is upon us. For me to emerge at this time is most inauspicious,” the little dog muttered gravely—this time, it was no act.

“What exactly does that mean?” Cao Yusheng asked.

“The End of Law Era—the backlash of heaven and earth. Not only will cultivation stagnate, but the lifespans of all living beings will plummet. Those ancient monsters who once lived for millions of years will vanish!” the little dog declared.

This was its greatest concern. No longer a True Immortal, it could no longer claim immortality—its life now had an end, a change that weighed heavily upon it.

Even True Immortals would face peril under the world’s backlash. This was a dangerous ancient land indeed!

According to the little dog, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths would soon become unfit for the strong—a great upheaval was coming.

“What is the worst-case scenario? What fate awaits the world’s mightiest?” Shi Hao asked solemnly.

“All lives will be cut short. Those cultivators who have lived for over a million years may suddenly find themselves in their twilight, with only a few years left!” the little dog said gravely.

“And what else?”

“Even Supreme beings—especially the elderly—will see their lifeblood wither. They won’t have many years left!”

“What about me?” Shi Hao asked.

“You’re fortunate. You’re young, yet already a Supreme-level powerhouse. You still have a vast lifespan ahead—likely around ten thousand years,” the little dog replied.

Cao Yusheng sucked in a cold breath. Even after reaching the Supreme Realm, one would only have ten thousand years left? That was terrifying—a drastic decline from before!

“Wrong. It might only be three or four thousand years,” the little dog corrected.

“What?!” Cao Yusheng nearly jumped. The more he heard, the more horrifying it became. Even Supremes would have such limited lifespans—what of the others?

“Ordinary mortals won’t feel it. Their lifespans won’t change much. This backlash targets cultivators—otherwise, why call it the End of Law Era?” the little dog explained.

“Has this happened before?” Shi Hao asked. If so, what had been the outcome?

“Once. Cultivators perished entirely. The Immortal Domain was affected, suffering heavy losses,” the little dog recalled, its agitation growing. It had awakened in the worst possible era.

A world plunged into silence, devoid of cultivators—this would be the most terrifying outcome.

“Will the dark creatures be affected?” Shi Hao asked.

“Same as us. Any being who cultivates will face the world’s backlash,” the little dog nodded. Perhaps this was a silver lining in the misfortune.

At that moment, Shi Hao stood on Demon Island, gazing at the Immortal Grave. Nothing had changed—his grandfather remained before the tomb, and A’man still sat atop it in meditation.

Faintly, the two seemed to have merged with the land itself, guarding it.

Yet their eyes remained shut, their forms motionless. Even after thirty years, there was no change.

Unease gnawed at Shi Hao. With the dark corruption spreading and the End of Law Era approaching, should he forcibly take them away?

“No!” the little dog barked, its expression shifting for the first time with genuine alarm. For this little beast to react so strongly was unprecedented.

“This damned place… it’s awakening. The path here is opening. When will *that* person, *that* clan return?” it muttered.

“What do you know?” Shi Hao pressed. With such a creature by his side, he had to seek answers.

“I don’t know from which era they hail. Even in the Immortal Ancient Period, there were disturbances here—terrifying events. But in the end, the true master never returned,” the little dog admitted.

It confessed that even it didn’t know the true origins of that existence—just how ancient it was.

Perhaps it was a supreme being—or an entire supreme race. When they truly returned, it might mark the beginning of the most cataclysmic epoch in history!

Not only was it rumored in this era that the most dreadful reckoning was coming—even in ancient times, supreme experts had glimpsed fragments of the future, foreseeing that the next epoch might herald the start of a great calamity, after which *everything* would end!

“*Everything* ends? What does that mean?” Cao Yusheng shuddered, genuinely terrified.

“It means total annihilation. Nothing remains,” the little dog answered.

The answer sent chills down Cao Yusheng’s spine. This… was too horrifying. The world reduced to silence—was this truly how it would end?

“Will the dark creatures come here?” Shi Hao asked, voicing his deepest concern.

“No. They fear the beings on this path as well. Only the supreme can partake in the reckoning—even the dark creatures dare not provoke them lightly,” the little dog said.

Shi Hao exhaled in relief. He had feared his grandfather and A’man, trapped here, might succumb to the darkness.

“These two were likely chosen by the beings of this path. They must have some destiny awaiting them,” the little dog mused.

Days later, the trio arrived in the Nine Heavens.

Along the way, Wang Da had been subjected to brutal interrogation. Yet his lips remained sealed—not out of defiance, but because he *couldn’t* speak of the Pacification Art.

A forbidden restriction had been planted deep in his consciousness. The moment he touched upon the Pacification Art’s secrets, his soul would detonate.

During the questioning, he had nearly self-destructed once, only to be forcibly suppressed by Shi Hao. No further pressure was applied.

“The Pacification Art…” Shi Hao sighed softly, his longing undiminished. But the Wang Clan’s safeguards were absolute—even Wang Da, eldest son of Wang Changsheng, bore such restrictions. They would rather let him die than risk the secret leaking.

Though he already possessed the Grass Sword Art, Shi Hao remained fixated on the Pacification Art. He *needed* it.

Somehow, he sensed that the Pacification Art was *meant* for him.

To temper his soul into an indestructible sword—this was his aspiration. The supreme method of soul-forging was no mere boast.

“Wang Changsheng has emerged. He’s left seclusion and is scouring the world for you,” Cao Yusheng whispered.

Since arriving in the Nine Heavens, they had heard the news—Wang Da’s capture had drawn out Wang Changsheng himself.

Old Matriarch Jin and the Wind Clan’s ancestor had also spoken out, condemning Shi Hao’s actions and siding with the Wang Clan—so the rumors in the Nine Heavens claimed.

Shi Hao licked his lips, battle-hungry. He wanted to test the strength of other Supremes—he *craved* a fight.

“Among the Wang, Jin, and Wind Clans—which has no Supreme guarding their home? Or rather, which Supreme has left seclusion and isn’t present?” Shi Hao asked.

Though he wished to meet Old Matriarch Jin, if her clan lacked a Supreme defender, he’d much rather pay them a “visit.”

He was *very* interested in her divine herb garden. And the Wang Clan’s scripture repository? Even more enticing. He wanted to leave his mark—his footprints—in these places.

**Boom!**

In the Nine Heavens, two “Heavens” merged, their fusion complete.

There was no cataclysmic quake, no countless casualties—only the surging of laws, striking down upon all cultivators. Many couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

Faintly, they sensed that they had lost *something*.

The End of Law Era—the backlash of heaven and earth—had finally arrived.