The immortal-realm demons were familiar ones.
One had once been the Wolf King. The other two were strangers; judging by his memories, they had likely only recently advanced to immortality.
But none of that mattered.
Human or demon, aside from those he chose to spare, all of them had become a blanket of flesh.
After reading every one of their souls, Li Su lost interest in them and tossed the flesh blanket into his Ghost Domain.
There, they would spend a long and terrifying time, until their souls had been completely squeezed dry by his Soul Supreme, and their true spirits devoured utterly.
Having done all that, Li Su turned to look at the people who remained.
Those whose minds had broken were directly freed of their souls and gathered into his Ghost Domain, to wait until the day his Soul Supreme realm was high enough to send them into reincarnation.
Those left behind were the ones whose minds were normal—or at least, still somewhat normal.
For example, that pair of siblings and their parents.
He had no intention of speaking with them. With a wave of his hand, he collected them and sent them into the Demon-Subduing Hall.
He would let the people inside talk to them.
As for himself, Li Su looked toward the boundless depths of space in the distance.
This place was desolate. The environment resembled the universe, yet there were almost no stars.
In the vast, immeasurable void, the only things visible were a few ruins. Their ages varied: some appeared to be several hundred years old, some nearly a thousand, while others were made of bronze but covered in vast patches of verdigris, as though they had weathered ten thousand years.
From these structures, it was clear that this world had once held more