On this day, Su Yu entered Guiyun Mountain.
Unhurried and unflustered, he began studying how to merge Great Daos.
On this same day.
The Literary King furrowed his brow slightly and looked into the distance, frowning somewhat.
Beside him, the Martial King was rather excited, as though he had accomplished some great undertaking. Seeing the Literary King frown at the distance, he asked curiously, "What is it?"
The Literary King said nothing.
Nothing much. He simply felt that drawing upon the power of heaven and earth had suddenly become far more difficult.
After obtaining the boots and establishing a connection with his own heaven and earth, Su Yu's strength had increased greatly. He drew upon the power of his own heaven and earth extremely quickly.
Yet not long ago, when he tried drawing upon it again, he suddenly felt a hint of sluggishness.
Had something happened to Su Yu?
Or had he closed the Heavenly Gate?
Had the myriad worlds encountered some trouble?
Or perhaps... had his Heavenly Gate passively severed its connection with the myriad worlds?
If it was the last possibility... then it could only mean one thing.
That fellow had entered the Heavenly Gate!
The Literary King sank into thought. Which was it?
No matter which one it was, the Literary King could not help wanting to sigh.
What the hell was this?
I had only just connected to heaven and earth and begun drawing upon its power. I had not even drawn on it for long before that brat cut me off.
It was not as if he could not draw upon it at all, but he could not draw much at the moment.
Without the power of heaven and earth, he, the Literary King, was still a peerless powerhouse.
But only when he could