Chapter 1108
Luo Shentong had not expected Wu Rong's ambitions to be so great. He actually wanted to bring the entire upper reaches of the River Styx under the Netherworld Palace.
Though called a river, the River Styx was in truth far broader than any ordinary river.
Its source sprang from the Divine Mountain.
The largest and broadest stretch was called the Blood Sea, and it belonged to the cultivators of the Nether Race.
The Nether Race was one of the Ten Clans of Yin Heaven.
The Blood Sea Patriarch was a bona fide Three Flowers Dao Monarch.
It was said that the Blood Sea Patriarch had once had the chance to become a Loose Immortal or an Ancient Emperor. Yet he had disdained to follow the roads paved by those before him, preferring to remain at the Three Flowers Gathered at the Crown and seek an opportunity of his own.
How could they possibly afford to provoke such a powerhouse?
If the Netherworld Palace wanted to control the upper reaches of the River Styx, it would surely enrage him.
Luo Shentong said cautiously, "I fear it will offend the mighty experts of the Nether Race."
"As far as I know, the Nether Race has no Ancient Emperor."
Wu Rong set down his wine cup and said slowly, "They occupy the finest stretch of the river, yet still wish to interfere with the upper reaches. Isn't that too overbearing?"
"What does the Palace Lord mean?"
"I have already declared war. I need the Asura Race's cooperation."
The lights within the Hall of Senluo blazed brightly.
The vertical eye on Luo Shentong's forehead slowly turned. He truly did not know how he ought to answer.
Although the Asura Race Great Saint not far away was growing impatient, he did not rush