In the blink of an eye.
Ten months had passed.
After Chen Xiu entered the Death Gate of the God Tomb Garden, there had not been the slightest movement from her. Though none of the cultivators in the God Tomb Garden had taken the initiative to mention her, they had essentially concluded that Chen Xiu had perished.
After all, they had been trapped in this Secret Realm for at least three hundred Chaos Epochs, and no one had ever emerged alive after entering the Death Gate. Chen Xiu naturally would not be an exception.
Because of this.
Hong Tian and the other independent gods could not help feeling a trace of sorrow.
Strictly speaking, Chen Xiu had been in the same camp as them, because she too was an independent cultivator.
Chen Xiu's death within the Death Gate was a tremendous loss to them. It was equivalent to losing a major figure who could withstand the pressure from the Chaos God Sect.
Without Chen Xiu, their days ahead would be even harder.
Those gods from the Chaos God Sect would likely grow ever more arrogant.
But there was nothing they could do.
This had been Chen Xiu's own choice. No one could stop her.
That day.
The gods of the Chaos God Sect suddenly all opened their eyes, and wild delight appeared on their numb faces.
Hong Tian and the other independent gods immediately sensed that something was wrong.
Then, a tall, slender figure suddenly appeared in the God Tomb Garden. He wore spotless white robes, and his youthful-looking face carried an innate arrogance that scorned all beneath heaven.
"Rebellious Holy Son!"
Hong Tian and the other independent cultivators almost instinctively rose to their feet. As they looked at the young man, traces of fear actually appeared in their eyes,