"Hong Jun has indeed told you quite a lot."
"Yes, it's hard to imagine that your realm isn't high." Nezha was very puzzled, the pressure before him was as real as mountain and sea, but according to Hong Jun, the realm of the person in front was not even as high as his own.
"My realm... haha, it's not just not high, I can't even cultivate." The Heavenly Emperor openly admitted this fact.
Nezha asked, "Then your promise to grant my friends and family immortality is also a lie?"
"I myself cannot live forever, how can I grant others immortality? In fact, in roughly eighty Earth years, my life will reach its end."
Eighty years?
Nezha's heart surged, the Heavenly Emperor ruled the Thirty-Three Heavens, representing another great civilization, and in eighty years he would die. What impact would this have on this world?
Would the cultivators of the Fengshen World fight a sky-shattering battle to divide the Heavenly Realm?
