Entering the Heavenly Gate was no easy feat. One had to be summoned by the Great Celestial Venerable or possess a status that allowed one to enter the gate at any time. Anyone else who wished to enter would find a guardian standing before them. To get inside, they had to push the guardian aside; only then could they set foot in the Heavenly Gate and face the Nine Heavens Ten Lands.
The guardian who appeared depended on each person's level of cultivation, but there was one thing they all had in common: they could not be moved.
Lu Yin had already learned all this before coming, but seeing the Heavenly Gate with his own eyes still amazed him. The gate separated two worlds. Step inside, and one ascended to the heavens; remain outside, and one was no more than an ant.
People were trying to enter the Heavenly Gate at all hours.
At that very moment, someone was doing everything he could to push aside the golden-armored figure beneath the gate. He stood like a divine general, guarding the Heavenly Gate, unmoving as a mountain. No matter how hard cultivators pushed, he did not budge in the slightest. Some were even injured by the force rebounding against them.
Countless people throughout history had been killed by their own power. Far too many.
Behind that cultivator, a large crowd waited for their turn to try. They were no ordinary cultivators; they had already risen above countless others, and yet they were still faced with this.
Many people inside the Heavenly Gate watched the scene with amusement. They might have been descendants or disciples of the Three Venerables Nine Saints, or people with special status. To them, watching these people struggle to enter the gate was laughable.
"Look at that guy.