During the latter half of his seclusion at Green Mountain, Jing Jiu had already worked out his journey into the Demon-Suppressing Prison in every detail.
If nothing unexpected had happened, he would have long since returned quietly to Green Mountain by now, lying on the Bamboo Chair beside the cliff on Divine End Peak, waiting for news from Chaoge City.
But a complication had appeared after all. Someone had deduced that he had slipped into the Demon-Suppressing Prison, then notified the Zhongzhou Sect.
That person was probably his Senior Brother.
He roughly understood what his Senior Brother wanted to do, and he had also figured out how he should leave the Demon-Suppressing Prison, so he had been waiting for that event to happen.
If Azure Dragon truly went mad and chased him out when he left the Demon-Suppressing Prison, the people of Chaoge City would inevitably suffer terrible casualties.
He did not care about the world, nor did he wish the world to suffer because of him.
Though he knew that damaging the Demon-Suppressing Prison would cause an enormous upheaval and draw countless powerful figures from across the continent, he had done it anyway.
Earthquakes continued in Chaoge City, and the Imperial Court evacuated everyone in the city. This was what he had been waiting for.
Then he began waiting for the Nether Emperor.
When he left that verdant valley, he had accepted the Nether Emperor's gift-that bunch of pale purple wildflowers.
This was a chance decision born of three years of cultivation in the Demon-Suppressing Prison, not something he had planned during his seclusion at Green Mountain.
Now it seemed that this chance decision had become his greatest hope of leaving the Demon-Suppressing Prison.
That bunch of pale purple wildflowers was swaying in the wind.
The wind had risen