Merit Descends from Heaven! Minghe Begs to Buy In, While the Two Sages of the West Faint at the Construction Site!

The style of the Netherworld Sea of Blood had completely changed.

Rumble!!!

A gigantic divine stone, gleaming with chaotic hues and retaining a World Creation Aura, was forcibly dragged out of the void by a hand. Carrying a terrifying force that tore heaven and earth apart, it smashed heavily onto the shore of the Sea of Blood!

The entire Netherworld trembled violently because of it!

"CEO Minghe, look."

Xuanzheng casually patted the divine stone, an innocent, harmless grin on his face.

"I pried a Spine Fossil of Father God from Buzhou Mountain's Dragon Bone and brought it over as our foundation stone."

"Is this grand enough?"

Gulp.

Ancestor Minghe's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared fixedly at that "foundation stone," so terrifying that even his Dao heart trembled.

Madmen!

These Witch Clan people were all fucking madmen!

Using Pangu's Spine as a doorstep?!

If this brought down Heavenly Punishment, the entire Sea of Blood would be buried with them!

The corner of his eye twitched wildly as he squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth. "Chairman Xuanzheng... your family fortune is truly substantial."

"Ah, it's all for the project. Just a small matter."

Xuanzheng waved it off carelessly, then turned and gave an order. His voice was not loud, yet it suppressed the howls of hundreds of millions of vengeful souls throughout the Sea of Blood.

"Begin construction!"

With that command, the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches played the first [Infrastructure Symphony] in Primordial World history across this deathly silent land!

Zhurong, the hot-tempered god of fire, now resembled the most precise boiler worker. He opened his mouth and exhaled, instantly melting the Nine Nether Cold Iron Minghe had "voluntarily contributed" into a pot of golden liquid with his origin true fire!

Gonggong, his old rival who commanded