After Mu Tiansnow and the other person left, silence fell over the palace.
Who knows how much time had passed.
"Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years from now, will this world be destroyed?"
"Is that true?"
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
The Great Love Heavenly Monarch was not a trustworthy person.
However, what he had predicted once before had come true. Ignoring this second prophecy would be nothing short of self-deception.
The most rational approach was to assume it was true and prepare for the worst.
"What plans can I possibly make?"
Jiang Ding chuckled self-mockingly.
"In the face of an apocalyptic catastrophe threatening all life in the world, I am nothing but a mere Nascent Soul Cultivator. In the end, I can only abandon everything and flee."
"If there are grudges to settle, they can wait for another time."
Of course, that was the last resort.
If there was even the faintest possibility, he still wished to save this world.
