At the top of a rock on the mountain near the entrance of Honga, Bai Wan scarred blood. Making a copy of himself was too much for him at that moment that had already broken the abyss, broken his spirit to rescue chaos, fled from Chi Yu and in the End had managed to smile from the faces of celestial beings. Until it had been worth exhausting almost at least his spiritual energy, laughing at the face of the heavenly had been the best thing he had done in the last millennia.