Hou Niao was unlike those Ghost Messengers, he didn't fix his direction because he wanted to complete his task as perfectly as possible, so he wandered through the wilderness with all his heart and soul, worried that among so many lost souls, there might be instances of them attacking and tearing at each other.
As it turned out, not a single accident happened, regardless of whether these souls were honest or ferocious, good or evil, strong or weak in their previous lives, their current state was the same—reminiscing about the past, mourning what once was.
Then, they honestly drifted along the massive stream of souls in one direction.
Several days had passed when Hou Niao saw a Horse-Face, still at a very close distance, but neither side had any desire for interaction, with no common interests whatsoever.