At the bottom of the Ninefold Netherworld Tower.
Hundreds upon thousands of pitch-black figures stood silently, like black statues.
Cang Xuan stood before the long black stone table, a trace of uncontainable fervor showing on his pale, handsome face.
"Perfect... more and more perfect."
His slender fingers brushed gently over the face of the nearest Demon Puppet.
"The dregs of death, bound together by obsession... this is the best solution for escaping the Heavenly Dao."
He had even begun trying to fuse the remnants of different races, hoping to break through more of the Heavenly Dao's boundaries.
Just as Cang Xuan began attempting a new "masterpiece"...
Hummm...
Outside the Ninefold Netherworld Tower, the formation he had personally laid down, powerful enough to stop most Immortal Emperors, suddenly began to hum!
Then a sword intent sharp enough to all but cleave the starry heavens in two brutally split the tower's heavy doors!
Boom!
A tall, straight-backed figure slowly stepped into the tower, treading over shattered stone.
The newcomer wore spotless white robes...
The Sword Emperor, Jiang Taibai.
Cang Xuan withdrew his hand and looked at the uninvited guest who had broken down his doors, little surprise on his face.
"So who had the nerve to come kicking down the doors of my Ninefold Netherworld Tower?"
He accepted a silk handkerchief from a Demon Puppet beside him and leisurely wiped his hands. "I thought it would be another few thousand years before you came knocking."
"What is it?... Did it hurt your heart when I recently borrowed a few 'scraps' from your Immortal Realm?"
"Or have those hypocrites in your Immortal Realm finally decided to call my Demon Realm to account?"
He knew these self-righteous fellows from the Immortal Realm all too well. Beat the young, and their elders came running. How