Canglan Heaven was neither the first nor the last.
In the days that followed, Si Chen dealt with the Immortal Kings who had chosen to wait and watch in the same way.
He stripped them of their cultivation and cast them into the Immortal Domains they had ruled.
For Immortal Kings who had once looked down upon all living beings, losing their authority was a punishment more agonizing than death.
They had wanted to watch from the sidelines, so Si Chen granted their wish.
Without their cultivation, trapped in mortal bodies, they would never leave the dead stars that their selfishness and hesitation had turned into graveyards.
For the rest of their lives, they would endure cold and hunger, repaying their crimes with each day of despair.
No one pitied them.
Not the billions of mortals who had perished.
Nor did Si Chen.
Under this crushing purge, every remaining faction in the Immortal Realm paled with horror. Not one dared harbor the slightest ulterior motive. Wherever the army went, the Immortal Kings obeyed every command.
If asked for people, they provided people; if asked for supplies, they provided supplies, terrified that even a moment's delay would draw that dreadful being's attention.
The tenth year.
When the last pocket of the Other Race vanished beneath Red Bean's Solar True Flame, the vast purge that had swept through the entire Immortal Realm for ten full years finally drew to a close.
The foul energy throughout the Immortal Realm had dissipated.
That day, a million-strong demon army stood in formation in the void, its might enough to swallow a river of stars. The people of the Eastern Region stood shoulder to shoulder, their auras steady, their imposing presence dominating the surroundings.
And the name of the black-robed man standing at the very