After hearing the words of the Respected God-hidden and Emperor Shun, Jiang Li held up three fingers: "I have three questions."
"First question, I am already immortal. The Black Tide can't devour me. No matter how much you, Heavenly Dao, want me to go to the Parallel World to deal with other Heavenly Dao, in the end, it's me who will survive, not you."
Respected God-hidden had never thought about this question: "What about committing suicide?"
Jiang Li shook his head: "I can't, I can't die even if I try to kill myself."
The Respected God-hidden was taken aback, He had never heard of anyone who could not die even by suicide.
"The second question." Jiang Li turned to Emperor Shun, "Creating order is not an overnight success. How much time do we have before the Black Tide arrives in our world?"
