The early morning breeze came in gusts beneath a cloudless sky stretching ten thousand miles.
In the pristine daylight, a flock of birds wheeled and danced alongside the golden sunlight, chasing after their own happiness.
Suddenly, one bird in flight exploded without warning, its head bursting apart and sending the other birds scattering in panic.
From the corpse of that headless bird, a translucent afterimage vaguely flew out. Beneath the sunlight, it actually emitted a faint golden sheen.
The afterimage seemed to be saying something as it flew about aimlessly, but the next moment, an invisible force gathered from all directions and ultimately formed a hand that seized it.
Then, the owner of that hand emerged from the air. It was Wang Wu.
He was still collecting the remnants of Lu Tong's soul.
This was not particularly difficult, but neither was it simple. Especially since he was a conscientious, trustworthy man who pursued perfection—naturally, he would not casually catch a remnant soul and return to call it a job well done.
Over the past three months, he had already captured three hundred and seventy-nine fragments of Lu Tong's remnant soul.
These soul fragments were incredibly tiny, so tiny that not even a Grand Unity True Immortal, the Black Emperor of the Black Domain, or Elder Hui could sense them. This truly was a soul scattered to the winds.
Yet with the Vermilion Bird Formation Soul and his exceedingly high authority within the Great Desolation Sin Prison Tower, Wang Wu could still do it easily enough. It merely took more time.
After putting away the soul fragment, Wang Wu vanished into the air once more. The next moment, he appeared inside a Vermillion Bird Heaven and Earth Needle, where a transparent, shattered body sat cross-legged.
Wang Wu took out the soul