You Chaosheng was covered in wounds and illnesses, mingling among the refugees from the Sixth Immortal Realm. He had long since left the Northern Crown Great Wall behind.
His injuries were even worse than Su Yun's. He had held on entirely by sheer will, but after escaping into safety and finally relaxing, his injuries suddenly struck him down, and he fainted.
When he awoke, he found himself in the Starry Sky, with the roars of strange beasts sounding beside him.
With great difficulty, he turned his head and discovered that he was lying on a carriage. His wounds had been neatly bandaged, and several other injured people lay nearby.
He struggled into a sitting position and saw a convoy stretching for thousands of miles. They were precisely the refugees fleeing from the Sixth Immortal Realm to the Seventh Immortal Realm.
Every convoy, large or small, had many Spirit Scholars aboard. These Spirit Scholars opened their spirit realms and took in those who could not protect themselves in the Starry Sky, allowing them a moment to catch their breath.
The beasts pulling the carriages were young Gods and Devils. They raced through the Starry Sky toward the nearest sun, hoping to find Lesser Worlds where people could settle.
"You're awake?" A Spirit Scholar came over to examine him and asked, "Can you speak?"
You Chaosheng grew wary. He opened his mouth and said, "You Chaosheng."
The Spirit Scholar did not understand. He shouted to the other Spirit Scholars, "He's an idiot! He speaks strangely! He has three pupils in his eyes—he may not even be human!"
The leading Spirit Scholar laughed and cursed, "What's so strange about having three pupils? There are countless immortals who intermarry with other races, and their descendants come in every bizarre shape imaginable. This man was