Settle?
Hearing Heavenly Lord Jiucang's words, Mortal World Supreme's expression turned exceedingly strange.
He did not believe Heavenly Lord Jiucang's nonsense for a second. He knew this fellow wanted to hide from the calamity that might soon befall the Heavenly Court.
Mortal World Supreme shook his head, despising Heavenly Lord Jiucang even more in his heart.
This Supreme Immortal was usually arrogant to the extreme, yet when truly faced with a crisis in the Heavenly Court, he was this cowardly.
He did not try to persuade him further and turned to leave.
Even though he felt these years had been meaningful, he would not stay. He had even more important things to do, especially now that variables had appeared in the Heavenly Court—this was his opportunity.
Mortal World Supreme did not bid farewell to the other suppressed prisoners. Under everyone's envious gazes, he walked into the distance. Even dressed in coarse cloth, the aura of a Heavenly Dao Supreme that he had cultivated over countless years gradually revealed itself, making quite a few people secretly startled.
Just what was this fellow's background?
Heavenly Lord Jiucang, meanwhile, continued to lift his head and gaze up at the sky, no one knowing what he was thinking.
Inside a grand and imposing hall, Yang Jian sat in the guest seat and turned to look at Tian Hao, who sat in the main seat, a trace of worship in his eyes.
Tian Hao wore a silver-jade white robe and a white jade crown edged in gold. Two dragons intertwined atop the crown, lifelike and vivid.
Sitting there, he gave off an aura of supreme dominance, as though he were the Heavenly Emperor himself.
Yang Jian could feel that Tian Hao's cultivation was extremely powerful, perhaps even not inferior to Longevity Divine Venerable's. This