When Wang Yue saw the two of them heading for the sky, he quickly called out, "Hey, wait! Both of you, wait! Who knows when you'll be back once you leave? Sang Sang, could you answer one question for me?"
Sang Sang—or rather, Haotian—glanced at Wang Yue indifferently. Then she said nothing and flew toward the sky.
Seeing this, the Master shook his head at Wang Yue, then flew upward without hesitation.
Wang Yue watched them both fly away and felt a little frustrated. He'd been busy for so long—what had it all been for?
Unwilling to give up, he quickly summoned his flying sword and headed for the Gate of Heaven in the sky.
Ning Que had been watching the Master and Sang Sang fly toward the Gate of Heaven, feeling rather despairing. But when he unexpectedly saw Wang Yue summon his flying sword, his eyes lit up, and he hurried after him.
Wang Yue's Sword Flight was incredibly fast. Though he'd started later, he overtook the others and reached the gate of the Divine Kingdom first, stepping inside.
The moment he crossed the threshold, he felt the scorching Haotian Divine Radiance relentlessly invade his body. His clothes burned to ash in an instant. It felt as though he'd arrived at the very center of the sun—that was the only explanation for such unbearable heat.
The world within a foot of his body couldn't protect him from that absolute heat. Wang Yue felt as if he were being roasted alive.
He knew his skin and body couldn't withstand such a dense concentration of Haotian Divine Radiance. If he didn't find a solution soon, he might die before his power ran out.
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