On the mountain where Mo Ni had died.

The area was extraordinarily peaceful. Since the battle between Bai Yunfei and Zhang Zhenshan happened within the Interdimensional Phantasm, the landscape was calm and untouched as if nothing had happened to begin with.

Then, somewhere in the sky, a part of space opened up to allow two figures to walk through.

One of the two was a white-haired elder as long-haired as he was frail. The other man next to him was probably in his fifties at most, though he looked far more mournful than the first. Not only was his body bloodied, but his right arm was cut off at the shoulder so that only a stump remained. Even now, the stump had a small flow of blood dripping from it.

This one-armed man was none other than the headmaster of the Soul Refining School, Nether! And the elder beside him was the Late-stage Soul Emperor who carried...