A strange-faced man radiating red energy and wielding a sword in both hands suddenly burst forth.
He struck the area where Yuanshi and Taishang were located like a comet tearing through the void with tremendous impact.
Boom!
With a rumbling hum, the sky shattered, and the area where the three of them stood transformed into a pitch-black vortex that swallowed the spiritual qi and living beings of heaven and earth.
"Damned Nether River! How dare you launch a sneak attack on me."
"Impudent!!!"
The person who had rushed out wielding swords in both hands was none other than Nether River Patriarch.
Taishang did not grow angry, saying expressionlessly, "Fellow Daoist and I have no grievances, do we?"
Nether River let out a cold snort. "We naturally have grievances between us, but those are not enough to make me strike. Today, I do not come out for a blood feud."
Taishang looked surprised. "Then what is it for?"
Nether River said, "It is for the ultimate!
Hongjun Daozu, Nüwa, Zhunti, Jieyin, Tongtian, and then you Taishang, and him Yuanshi.
Finally, there is Houtu, who opened the reincarnation cycle in my Blood Sea. That means there are already eight sages between heaven and earth.
I have been in deep seclusion, wanting to become that ninth sage, but no matter what I did, I could not succeed."
Yuanshi wore a look of disdain. "Since your natural talent is lacking, you should have gone off to cultivate properly instead of running over here to meddle blindly. Be careful that you cannot make it back."
Nether River Taoist merely smiled, not getting angry in the least because of this. "I indeed always thought that my own natural talent was insufficient, which is why I could never attain sainthood.
Until..."
He paused, a strange smile appearing