Bloody brilliance soared from the boundless Nether River, and Nether River Patriarch led all his disciples straight up into the air, charging murderously toward the Ninth Heaven.
As their ascension carried them higher and higher, the aura surrounding Nether River Patriarch grew steadily stronger.
The foundation of Nether River Taoist was exceedingly profound.
He had initially cultivated the Dao of Blood, and later turned to cultivating the Dao of Slaughter, the Dao of the Sword, and the Dao of Creation...
He did not lack talent; what he lacked was merely that tiny sliver of fortuitous destiny.
It was precisely because he lacked that sliver of fortuitous destiny that he had remained forever trapped within the Nether River, unable to take a single step outward.
Because of Wang Ming stirring up trouble, Nether River finally broke free from that bottleneck of limited destiny.
Nether River Taoist had participated in every inter-realm war initiated by Wang Ming, and the merit he had accumulated was exceptionally profound.
Just as Nether River Patriarch was about to reach the South Heaven Gate of the Heavenly Court, he successfully attained the Dao and became a sage, and the mighty, overwhelming might of a sage swept across all corners of the Primordial World.
The sage might naturally emanated of its own accord, and its intensity pressed down upon living beings as a percentage scaled to their individual strength tiers.
Therefore, whether it was someone in the Daluo Realm or a newly born ordinary infant, what they felt was a pressure sufficient to fill their minds with terror and compel them to kneel in awe.
Cultivators currently in closed-door seclusion were likewise jolted awake by this commotion.
The North Sea,
Within the exquisite palace deep beneath the sea, Kunpeng Taoist opened his eyes, looked toward the direction whence