True God.
The moment those two words were spoken.
A trace of astonishment welled up in Jiang Yuechu's eyes.
If she remembered correctly, so-called True Gods were born as deities.
They required no cultivation.
They required no investiture.
Deathless and indestructible, they lived as long as heaven and earth.
Even in the Nine Provinces of the Heavenly Court, where immortals and gods stood in forests, such beings should have ranked among the very pinnacle of living creatures...
But the problem was...
Jiang Yuechu frowned. This simply did not make sense.
If Old Qin was a True God, why would he come to the Nine Provinces ruled by the Heavenly Court and become the chief of the Unranked Immortals?
With the dignity of a True God, why would he join in such a spectacle?
Furthermore, if the Heavenly Court truly possessed the means to reduce a True God to such a state.
Then the things she had heard about True Gods... had been complete nonsense.
No.
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes slightly, her thoughts racing through her mind like lightning as they swiftly fell into order.
If he truly was a True God, it actually could explain why, after Old Qin had suffered a great upheaval 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 great lengths merely to cripple his cultivation, then leave him to cling to life in a ruined place like Crouching Ox Ridge?
Unless...
It really was because of the unique nature of a True God?
Gao Wen stood barefoot upon violet