Chen Zhixing didn't expect True Monarch Yimiao to survive the pressure from the Taoist Lords.
Although he still didn't know how those Taoist Lords hidden in the Netherworld could kill a Longevity True Monarch, he believed there must be a way.
If there really isn't such a method...
"If not, this joke is too big!"
Chen Zhixing seemed to foresee the tragic outcome of the Three Great Sacred Lands fleeing with a group of cultivators, leaving only him and True Monarch Yimiao alive in the Celestial Profound Realm, playing a game of hide and seek with a bunch of deranged Taoist Lords.
Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Chen Zhixing looked at the two disciples gnawing on fruits under the fruit tree and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, I have a backup plan. If I can't get a result in another seven or eight years, I'll make a run for it! As long as I run faster than the Three Great Sacred Lands, they can't catch me!"
...
Joke's a joke.
But life goes on.
