He had dealt with this black qi countless times in particular, whereas he had only glimpsed the white qi from afar once, within the Heavenly Tribulation over the East Sea.
Feeling the surging black and white qi pouring through the crack in the gate, Cui Jiuyang could not help frowning. Just what was inside the Heavenly Court?
His Divine Sense could not squeeze through the crack; the powerful black and white qi pushed it back out.
So he lay down, tilted his head, and peered through the crack.
Black and white filled his vision.
He blinked desperately, trying to see just what lay beyond the gate. Just then, there was a creak.
The gate opened.
As soon as it opened, the black and white qi trapped behind it surged out like a rising tide. The Eight Extremes circulated furiously, counteracting the black qi rushing onto him.
The white qi, meanwhile, replenished Cui Jiuyang's Spiritual Power with all its might.
With one diminishing and the other replenishing, Cui Jiuyang actually suffered no depletion at all. He only felt that these two currents of qi weighing on him were so heavy that he could not get up.
At last, when the South Heavenly Gate stood completely open, the black and white qi slowed enough for Cui Jiuyang to raise his head slightly and look inside.
He saw none of the terraces, pavilions, or drifting immortal mist he had imagined.
What met his eyes was boundless, pure black and white. To his left was dazzlingly white cloudlike qi; to his right was suffocatingly black mist.
As the black and white churned ceaselessly, a clear boundary divided them, extending in a straight line directly ahead of Cui Jiuyang's nose.
Cui Jiuyang had imagined all sorts of possibilities for the Heavenly Court, but it had