An immortal with a flushed face leaped to his feet, his eyes gleaming with the madness of "if we die, we die together."
"Such shocking, utterly insane... ah, no, such earth-shattering, lavishly inhuman news must spread throughout the Three Realms! Let everyone come 'admire' the Ninth Heaven Prison's 'shabbiness' and 'poverty'! I'm going to Yue Lao's, to the Peach Garden, to the Heavenly River Barracks... I'll tell everyone I see!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Let's go together! It's better for everyone to break down than to break down alone!"
A dozen or so immortals immediately answered the call. As though deeply traumatized, they no longer cared about decorum. Some mounted clouds, while others turned into Escape Light, muttering to themselves as they flew wildly toward the Heavenly Court's key departments and immortal cave mansions. Clearly, they intended to spread this explosive news as quickly as possible.
Nezha wanted to stop them, but how could he possibly restrain this crowd stampeding in every direction as though their parents had died? His outstretched hand froze in midair, and he sighed helplessly.
Though more people did not run off in a frenzy, their gazes toward the Ninth Heaven Prison became exceedingly complicated. There was awe, fervor, bitterness, and... a trace of schadenfreude?
"Heh heh, it's good if the news spreads. Very good..."
In a corner, a divine official from another quiet, obscure department stroked his beard, his gaze unreadable.
"Let the Three Realms know what standards are needed to enter the Ninth Heaven Prison. From now on, all those arrogant Demon Race prodigies and rogue cultivator magnates can crowd in here! Fight! Compete! The fiercer the competition, the more peace and quiet our old departments might get. Maybe we can even pick up the leftovers they pass over..."
Clearly, some had already foreseen that