"Even he came. I didn't expect that."
Immortal Lord Zhenxie spoke with a complicated expression. His voice was very soft, but Mortal World Supreme, crouching in the herb field not far away, still heard him.
"Heavenly Lord Jiucang is an Immortal God too?" Mortal World Supreme asked. He had left the Heavenly Court for too long. Beneath the Heavenly Dao Supreme, aside from a handful of Immortal Gods, he barely recognized anyone.
Immortal Lord Zhenxie gazed toward the horizon, his expression turning grave, and said, "He is a Supreme Immortal of the Heavenly Court."
To an immortal lord like him, a Supreme Immortal was an existence high above. He had only seen Heavenly Lord Jiucang a few times, but the impression had been profound.
Once he heard it was a Supreme Immortal, Mortal World Supreme immediately lost interest and went back to his work.
But very soon, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
How many years would he have to fiddle with these flowers and grasses?
Mortal World Supreme realized he might truly have fallen into an endless ordinary life. Aside from labor, they also had time to rest at night, and as long as Blood Prison Great Sage did not come, no one would bully them. But after days like this dragged on for too long, he felt living was worse than death.
His entire being sank into a low mood, and the more he thought, the more despairing he became.
Heavenly Lord Jiucang's pressure appeared quickly, but it vanished just as quickly.
Compared with Mortal World Supreme, Immortal Lord Zhenxie still had hope in his heart. He hoped Heavenly Lord Jiucang could kill his way through this evil continent. Even if he could not defeat those evil beings, at least he could bring the news back to the