As the Human Sovereign, Lin Tian generally guided the overall direction of the Human Race's development. If he personally attended to every last detail, even tens of millions of clones would probably never finish the work.
Above the Thirty-Three Heavens, in Tusita Palace.
This was the most secluded place in the entire Heavenly Court. Unless someone had urgent business and came seeking pills, ordinarily no one visited.
After all, this was where a Saint's good corpse cultivated in seclusion. However brainless they might be, they would not dare disturb him lightly.
At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared inside Tusita Palace, a trace of crimson still staining his beard.
It was none other than the Grand Supreme Elder Lord, who had just escaped Lin Tian with his life!
Still shaken, he patted his chest, a flicker of relief passing through his heart.
Fortunately, Lin Tian had focused his attention on Patriarch Bodhi earlier. Otherwise, whether he could have escaped alive was still an open question!
The Grand Supreme Elder Lord was beginning to regret his actions. Had he known the Pangu remnant soul would never fall into his hands, he would have been better off avoiding any dispute with Lin Tian.
In truth, the Grand Supreme Elder Lord had felt that the bonds between the three brothers had grown considerably colder during the Investiture of the Gods Calamity all those years ago.
And since Lin Tian was on fairly good terms with Tongtian, now that he had meddled in this affair, even ten mouths would not be enough to explain himself.
After pondering carefully for a while, the Grand Supreme Elder Lord finally cast a Message Transmission Art.
Before long, a man who looked like a middle-aged Daoist arrived in Tusita Palace.
He was the Grand Supreme Elder Lord's only