Above the yellow sands, beneath a yellow stone gate that stretched to the heavens.
Jiang Ping An stood before the stone gate, his palm pressed against the palm print upon it. He guided his divine power along the routes hidden within the Black Divine Runes on the gate, advancing toward the black sun above.
The routes concealed within the divine runes appeared clearly in Jiang Ping An's sight.
Sometimes, a single divine rune contained tens of thousands of routes. One wrong step, and all previous effort would come to nothing.
Behind him, the gods held their breath nervously and did not dare speak, afraid of disturbing Jiang Ping An and causing him to make a mistake.
They were utterly puzzled, unable to understand how Jiang Ping An could find the correct path.
But none of that mattered. As long as they could open the stone gate and leave this desert, that was enough.
They had been trapped here for far too long. Some had even forgotten how many years they had spent imprisoned here.
The process lasted for three full days.
Jiang Ping An expended an enormous amount of soul power. Just as his soul power was about to run dry, a beam of light suddenly entered the black sun on the stone gate.
In an instant, countless rays of black light erupted, dyeing heaven and earth black.
The hearts of the gods jolted violently.
It was done!
The gods instinctively took out their divine artifacts and raised shields.
Although they hoped the way beyond the stone gate led outside, they could not be completely certain.
To guard against every possibility, they naturally had to activate their shields.
Those who had survived until now were all exceedingly cautious by nature.
"Creak—"
The sound of stone grinding echoed through heaven and