"Why are you looking at me? I never opened the Heavenly Gate or tried to ascend to godhood and shed my mortal flesh to become an immortal." Chen Mu knew exactly what the two women were thinking and hurried to distance himself from it.
He made it clear that he had nothing whatsoever to do with that Heavenly Gate.
"But across the entire vast Divine Court, there's no one capable of doing something like this except you," Qin Xuanji said frankly.
Ye Qingcheng nodded in agreement beside her.
She thought exactly as Qin Xuanji did: anyone with that kind of strength, other than Chen Mu, simply did not exist.
"Perhaps they took it upon themselves to do this, hoping to draw you into their ranks, husband," Ye Qingcheng then suggested.
After hearing her words, Chen Mu and Qin Xuanji felt that she might very well have spoken a prophecy into being.
"Anyway, let's watch first." Chen Mu turned his gaze back to the Heavenly Gate and settled down, determined to see just what tricks those so-called gods and immortals were up to.
But before the Heavenly Gate could open, quite a few powerful cultivators in the Capital City could no longer contain themselves. They wanted to try their luck at this opportunity, to gamble on becoming a fish that leaped through the dragon gate.
According to the rumors, anyone who successfully crossed the Heavenly Gate could become an immortal, regardless of their strength.
Even the lowliest immortal would far surpass the mighty of the mortal world.
With a single thought, they could shake and destroy an entire Great World!
With such an opportunity right before their eyes, how could they bear to let it slip away?
Hundreds of figures rose, countless cultivators riding the wind on swords or striding through