True God.
The moment those two words were spoken.
A trace of astonishment rose in Jiang Yuechu's eyes.
If she remembered correctly, a True God was a deity from birth.
There was no need for cultivation.
No need for investiture.
They were undying and indestructible, their lifespan matching that of heaven and earth.
Even in the Nine Provinces ruled by the Heavenly Court, where Immortal Gods stood everywhere, such beings should have counted among the most supreme lifeforms...
But the problem was...
Jiang Yuechu frowned. It simply did not add up.
If Old Qin was a True God, why would he come to the Nine Provinces under the Heavenly Court's rule and become the leader of the Rogue Immortals?
With the dignity of a True God, why would he join in such a spectacle?
Secondly, if the Heavenly Court truly had the means to reduce a True God to such a state.
Then everything she had heard about True Gods... had been nothing but wild nonsense.
No.
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes slightly, her thoughts racing through her mind like lightning as she swiftly sorted them out.
If he truly was a True God, then it did seem capable of explaining why, after Old Qin had suffered a great calamity and been suppressed by the Heavenly Court, they had not killed him.
Even for the sake of that so-called Primordial True Spirit Record, if the Heavenly Court could cripple his cultivation, they should naturally have had countless ways to force him to reveal the whereabouts of what they wanted.
Why go to such lengths merely to cripple his cultivation, then let him cling to life in a ruined place like Crouching Ox Ridge?
Unless...
It really was because of the special nature of True Gods?
Gao Wen stood barefoot