After the three realms shattered, there was a wild breath that came rushing towards me.
Looking beyond the heavens, I saw an even more vast wasteland, boundless and unfathomable, where chaotic currents howled and swept across, everywhere lay broken lands and spaces, deathly silent.
"Is this the ruins left behind after the Vast Wilderness shattered?" Sun Wukong had a realization, and then, like the many powerhouses of the three realms, turned his gaze beyond the ruins of the Vast Wilderness.
There, a white boned giant demon, draped in flesh and blood, with a world filled with demonic qi behind him, was battling the Heavenly Dao's six saints of the Vast Wilderness.
Everyone knew that it was the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou who had opened up the Luo Tian Demon Realm, his aura far surpassing the Demonic Thoughts that possessed Wutian, and far more terrifying than a single hand from Luo Tian.