A figure hurtled wildly through the Void.
Luo Hou.
Only recently born, he wandered aimlessly beyond the heavens, his eyes brimming with the urge to search.
As an amalgamation of the Three Realms' endless death qi and resentment, Luo Hou understood his own nature perfectly.
Had the existences of "Cang Xuan" and "Jiang Taibai" not been forcibly erased back then, he would never have had the chance to be born.
Their "deaths" had mingled with countless fragments of the Heavenly Dao, giving rise to an entirely new him!
Neither born nor extinguished, with neither soul nor spirit, he was fundamentally different from those lowly beings of filth.
He was Cang Xuan, and he was Jiang Taibai, yet at the same time, he was neither.
He was the "king" of all filth in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
As long as any filth remained in the world, he could use it as his eyes and ears, or even cross boundless distances to descend through it in an instant.
"Found you..."
Luo Hou stopped and looked in a certain direction deep within the Void.
"That damned, sickening aura..."
"...Song Chi!"
The Soaring Cloud Realm.
Not much time had passed since Song Chi's earthshaking act of "Teach All Without Discrimination."
Having just escorted Song Chi back to the Undying Mountain and hurried straight back, Han Ling was now directing the army as it dealt with the aftermath.
Although the Filth Demons had been eliminated, healing the wounded land and reassuring the mortals still required immense effort.
"Commander, at our current pace, the Soaring Cloud Realm will return to normal in another ten days," an Immortal General reported as he flew over.
Han Ling nodded and was about to offer a few words of encouragement when she suddenly whipped her head around.
Then