Chương 1685: Spy in the Human Race

"General, did you say that the Nine Yang Heavenly Thearch is still alive?"

Jiang Yi casually asked, trying to find out more, "Do you think he did not die after all? I heard that he has been cultivating a type of exceptional divine art. The day that he emerges once more would be the end of the Netherworld Realm."

"Impossible…"

Yun Bing's expression darkened as a look of sorrow crossed her face. She began to mumble, "The Heavenly Thearch was unbelievably kind. He had a real heart for the people. If he were still alive, he would not be hidden for sure. He would be out here, leading people to fight the Netherworld Race beings.

"What's more… Staff Captain Jiang, you might not know this, but no matter how powerful one seems, he cannot live past ten thousand years. Ten thousand years is already pushing it. Nobody would be able to cross this line. It has been more than ten thousand years since the Heavenly Thearch died. How can he still be alive?"