The old man stepped through the air, one step at a time.
There was no especially powerful aura around him, yet the white mist and the heavens around him kept shifting.
Magnificent phenomena bloomed one after another within this void world.
A True Lord—he was already among the upper ranks of the immortal hierarchy.
Even in the Heavenly Court, he was considered outstanding.
The old man emerged, his black robes especially striking amid the white mist.
"True Lord, save us!" someone among the Sixteen Immortals struggled to say.
It was as though they had seen hope.
But the old man's eyes held only disdain.
"A pack of trash. I thought I would not need to act personally. No wonder you have failed to enter the immortal ranks.
Since you are trash, the sooner you die, the sooner you can be reborn."
The old man spoke without the slightest mercy.
What the Heavenly Court lacked least was trash.
By the old man's standards, anyone unable to enter the immortal ranks could be called trash.
He was a True Lord, one of the Three Lords of the Heavenly Court, clothed in supreme glory.
Thus, he did not even regard Xu Zimo as worthy of notice.
"Boy, a better future was offered to you, yet you refused to choose it," the True Lord said.
"So you are the skulking rat hiding within that immortal palace," Xu Zimo said.
When he had spoken with Lu Xian before, he had already known that someone was lurking in the shadows and watching.
He simply could not be bothered to deal with it.
Now that this so-called True Lord had leaped out on his own, Xu Zimo naturally would not indulge him.
"To enter the immortal ranks is the lifelong wish of countless people.
As long as