After his laughter subsided, the Red Sun Saint raised a hand, and a fissure opened in the void.
He put away the wheel of light and stepped inside.
As he departed, the void slowly sealed itself.
The Withered Star Sea returned to deathly silence.
About half a quarter of an hour later.
At the edge of the Star Domain, the void trembled.
A figure stepped out without a sound.
The newcomer wore plain white robes. His brows and hair were white, and a thin mist of frost wreathed his body.
With every step he took, a thick layer of ice crystals formed in the void beneath his feet.
He was True Saint Han Yuan, one of the six True Saint Realm powerhouses of the Nine Cold Heavenly Palace.
A terrifying powerhouse of the four tribulations true saint realm.
True Saint Han Yuan had set out the moment he received Chu Yuehan's distress signal.
But even with the terrifying travel speed of a True Saint Realm powerhouse, crossing several Star Domains had taken a full half-quarter of an hour.
He was still too late.
True Saint Han Yuan stood above the wreckage, his eyes slowly sweeping over it.
Scorched rocks.
Shattered stellar remains.
The void, riddled like a sieve by the fierce battle, had yet to heal completely.
And the lingering three suns aura in the air.
His gaze stopped at a certain spot.
That was where Chu Yuehan's physical body had been annihilated. Traces of her aura still remained.
True Saint Han Yuan's expression darkened at once.
He had already guessed.
What had happened here not long ago.
"Nine Suns Sacred Gate!"
True Saint Han Yuan slowly spat out the name.
His voice was quiet.
The temperature across the entire Withered Star Sea abruptly plummeted.
The scorched rocks that