"Heh, it's you. I remember you... You're that rogue cultivator High-God I once saved in the Chaos Divine Domain?"
"Yes, yes, yes. I am Hong Tian. I never expected Lord Celestial God to still remember me. It is truly my honor. My lady, are you really going to brave the Death Gate? Please reconsider!"
Hong Tian had not expected Chen Xiu to remember him. His numb expression showed a trace of excitement.
"Why not?"
"The God Tomb has nine gates—eight for life and one for death. Whether it is the Life Gate or the Death Gate, aren't they both meant for people to challenge? What difference does it make whether one enters the God Tomb through the Life Gate or the Death Gate?"
"I've made up my mind. This time, I'm entering the Death Gate!"
Chen Xiu's tone was relaxed yet resolute, carrying a subtle confidence that left much to ponder.
With that, she prepared to walk toward the Death Gate again.
Seeing this, Hong Tian grew frantic.
The difference between the Life Gate and the Death Gate was enormous. If one died because of the Life Gate, there was still a chance—at worst, one would undergo reincarnation and rebirth, wasting a little time. But time meant nothing at all to gods like them.
Yet if one died because of the Death Gate, one was truly dead.
There would not be the slightest trace of life left.
It was not as though no one had tried before.
As early as three hundred epochs ago, several Celestial Gods had believed that the so-called Death Gate was likely merely the God King's ultimate test for cultivators. Only those unafraid of the Death Gate's deterrence, those who dared smash their cauldrons and sink their boats, were true inheritors worthy of the God King's