The Jade Pool Traveling Palace.
The peach grove remained lush. The flames of war and cries of anguish outside seemed to have nothing to do with this place.
Jiang Ling sat before the stone table, looking at the man opposite her, whose expression was always as still as an ancient well. Her brows furrowed slightly.
"Haven't you been giving Luo Hou too much freedom lately?"
Her voice carried unmistakable disgust.
Although they both served Taichu and belonged to the same camp, Jiang Ling had always felt a deep-seated aversion to that monster.
And her concerns were not groundless fears of the sky falling.
Luo Hou had now become the most terrifying nightmare in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
As long as there was slaughter, as long as there was death, as long as living beings perished in despair, the "filth" born of death would stream endlessly into Luo Hou's body.
More terrifying still, the demon gods Luo Hou had personally created would also grow stronger as his strength increased.
It could be said that the longer things dragged on and the more living beings died, the more his power would swell.
By now, Luo Hou's cultivation realm had far surpassed the bounds of the ordinary Emperor Realm.
He was a monster in the truest sense, growing stronger with every kill, his strength increasing madly with every passing moment.
Jiang Ling stared hard at Taichu. "You're treating him as a tool to cleanse the old world, but don't forget: a tool that's too sharp can turn on its master.
"Once he's devoured the Myriad Heavens and Worlds down to the last scrap, are you sure you'll still be able to keep him under control?"
As he listened to Jiang Ling's warning, which carried a measure of challenge,
Taichu, seated opposite her,