The Rakshasa God's inheritance space could, in a sense, be considered a corner of the God Realm. The laws flowing here were naturally completely different from those of the Douluo Continent.
As the saying went, one day in the God Realm was one year in the mortal world.
By the time Yu Xiaogang's battered body, nearly drained dry, was tossed out by the inheritance space like garbage, several months had quietly passed in Spirit City outside.
In other words, this master had been "guided" in the divine trial space for several whole hours.
"Waaahhh—"
The moment he hit the ground, Master Yu collapsed without the slightest regard for his image and burst into devastated sobs.
Heaven knew what kind of inhumanly thorough "cultivation" his body and soul had endured over those hours!
What little laughable pretense and dignity he had left had now become a complete laughingstock across the continent.
For a moment, despite the vastness of the world, he felt a despairing sense that there was nowhere left for him to hide.
"Xiaogang! You... you're finally back!"
Liu Erlong, her face haggard, rushed toward him like a madwoman, weeping tears of joy.
Over the past few months, she had searched nearly every corner of Spirit City. She had even swallowed her pride and begged Bibi Dong, yet she had never found a single clue.
The instant Yu Xiaogang saw Liu Erlong, he felt no gratitude at all. Instead, he recoiled sharply as if shocked by lightning.
At the thought that those disgraceful images of him had been seen by the entire continent, he wanted nothing more than to smash his head into a block of tofu and die on the spot. He had no face left to go on living.
"Xiaogang, let's go. Leave Spirit Hall." With reddened eyes,