From the blurred ripples of that light gate, everyone present sensed a familiar feeling—the feeling of the outside world!
They really could leave!
Seeing the scene before them, all the cultivators present revealed delight in their eyes.
However, the red light atop the enormous palace had already grown exceedingly dim.
It felt as though it would vanish completely before long. When that happened, the palace would sink into utter deathly silence and return to being that cold stone palace.
At the same time, Long Hè Míng, who had turned into that pool of black viscous liquid, would once again be completely sealed within it, unable to emerge again.
Perhaps three years later, when the Abyss of Sin opened once more, cultivators entering it again would endure countless hardships and tribulations, cross the beast-infested outer regions, enter the Graveyard of the Gods, and arrive at this palace. When they saw the cultivators' bones inside, they might feel curious as well, wondering what had once happened here.
"Everyone, leave the Abyss of Sin quickly!" Wei Changkang said with a relieved sigh.
Many cultivators could no longer wait to leave the Abyss of Sin. Yet before stepping through the light gate, everyone turned back with remarkable unanimity and took one deep look at the Abyss of Sin.
They had all survived only after experiencing countless brushes with life and death here. Now that they were finally about to leave alive, they could not help feeling stirred at this final moment.
But after taking one more look at the Graveyard of the Gods, they still turned around and fled into the light gate without looking back.
The light gate was incomparably huge. Before long, nearly everyone had left. Because of Ye Tian and Zhong Wan, the people of the Western Zhou Divine Dynasty and