Saint Zhunti: Fellow Daoist, You Are Destined for the West

Duobao looked at the blood of the Sea of Blood refined by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire in his hand, a special blood even smaller than a strand of hair.

He sensed a different kind of charm within it, a wave of divine aura that he had only ever seen on the bodies of the Great Witches.

Clearly, this was Pangu's blood, or rather, the Witch Race's essence blood.

Perhaps this was what could give the Asuras intelligence.

If so, then the Western Sect was about to strike it rich. If Little Lord Li Er could research the properties of this blood, it would be a new method.

"Wait, refining this stuff seems like it can also grant Heavenly Dao merit?

This is simply an enormous stroke of good fortune." Duobao muttered to himself, his eyes shining.

His expression was incredulous as he felt a slight power of Heavenly Dao merit descend upon him.

The Sea of Blood here carried the Primordial World's killing intent, baleful aura, filth, and all sorts of other negative energies. Burning these bloods with the Red Lotus Karmic Fire was equivalent to directly incinerating all of those things.

"If I refine the entire Sea of Blood away, where will all of the Primordial World's filth go?

If that problem isn't solved, it seems I can't refine it on a large scale." Duobao pinched that strand of blood and fell into thought, because within the Western Sect, they were taught the importance of the Primordial World's development.

He understood that the continued development of the Primordial World was in their best interest. Other races might not care, but the Western Sect had to. That was why Little Lord Li Er had always placed great importance on resources.

Therefore, Second Uncle-Master Yuanshi Tianzun had opened up the trading market, all for the sake of resources.

However, the Western Sect had rules against excessively exploiting resources.

Since there was a glimmer of hope between heaven and earth, then the Western Sect had to leave a glimmer of hope as well.

"Never mind, I'll take a portion to study first, and while I'm at it, I'll grab a few Asuras to take back."

Duobao restrained his aura and headed directly into the depths of the Sea of Blood, because that was where the Asuras were.

Not long after Duobao left.

Saint Zhunti appeared at the spot where he had left, his brow furrowed. Had he missed again?

Moreover, there wasn't the slightest trace of any aura here, but he had caught a wisp of merit power. After all, he had gone mad wanting merit and was extremely sensitive to it.

"As expected, he is a figure who can assist in the great rise of my Western Sect, naturally carrying such merit. My Daoist method senses that he has gone deeper in.

No matter what, I must find you." Saint Zhunti said seriously, a hint of excitement on his face. He immediately concealed his figure and chased after him based on his senses.

Deep within the Sea of Blood.

Old Ancestor Minghe slowly opened his eyes, a hint of anger on his face. Those two shameless people from the West had come to his Sea of Blood again, and this time they were frantically harvesting his Asuras.

Just now, he sensed that one of his Blood God Doppelgangers had actually had its divine sense erased. Besides the shameless saints of the West, who else would come to the Sea of Blood?

"Zhunti! It's you again, you shameless bastard!" he said through gritted teeth, his forehead veins bulging with anger.

Just now, he had clearly sensed that a Blood God Doppelganger hidden in the Sea of Blood had suddenly had its divine sense annihilated—a clone that he had spent ten thousand years of painstaking effort to condense with the Sea of Blood's origin.

The clone's divine sense transmitted back information, a pitch-black void, and he had no idea who had attacked.

However, Zhunti had only appeared at the spot where it disappeared just now. If it wasn't him, who else could it be!

Old Ancestor Minghe summoned two swords: the Yuantu Sword and the Abi Sword.

In an instant, a sword intent that slaughtered heaven, slaughtered earth, and slaughtered all living beings erupted.

Old Ancestor Minghe raised his hand and cut open a space passage, stepping into it with murderous intent.

Just then, Saint Zhunti, wandering in the depths of the Sea of Blood, frowned and muttered to himself.

"Not good!"

He suddenly withdrew and retreated, the Seven Treasure Tree appearing in his hand, abruptly erupting with ten thousand feet of golden light.

But, he was half a step too late—

A scarlet sword light suddenly exploded in the depths of the Sea of Blood. The sword light didn't even have time to make the void tremble, splitting open the seven-colored glow and brushing past his side, directly tearing his robes.

Then, the sword light continued incessantly, and he hurriedly blocked the remaining attacks.

"Clang!"

The sound of the ringing shook the Sea of Blood, and ten thousand feet of the Sea of Blood was forcibly evaporated.

Saint Zhunti's pupils shrank, and he swept out the Seven Treasure Tree, the seven sariras on the treetops simultaneously bursting with Buddha light, transforming into seven Vajra phantoms with angry eyes, smashing down towards the source of the sword light.

The blood waves exploded—

Old Ancestor Minghe stepped out of the blood mist with his twin swords in hand, the blood water beneath his feet automatically condensing into blood lotuses to hold up his figure, his body filled with murderous intent.

A cold smile was on his face, and the resentment of hundreds of millions of living beings appeared on his sword. He raised his sword at Saint Zhunti and said coldly: "Zhunti! You shameless bastard! You've come to my Sea of Blood time and time again to slaughter my people.

Today, you destroyed my Blood God Doppelganger. Prepare to die—"

The Yuantu Sword in his hand transformed into countless bone sword shadows, like a rainstorm, while the Abi Sword dragged a bloody sword aura, stabbing straight at Zhunti's brow.

Saint Zhunti frowned upon hearing this, but his movements didn't hesitate. He directly used the Seven Treasure Tree to block the attack.

He really hadn't converted many Asuras this time. He was just tracking down the destined person he sensed, and he hadn't destroyed his Blood God Doppelganger either.

Was this Minghe guy crazy?

But the karma between them had long been sealed, and further words were useless.

It just so happened that Zhunti was already frustrated from his search for someone with affinity, and coupled with the unpleasant events of the past few centuries, he vented his anger on Old Ancestor Minghe.

Zhunti was currently in a towering rage.

In an instant.

Buddhist light and sword energy collided wildly in the Sea of Blood, the impact causing the void to collapse, and blood water within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles was evaporated into a bloody mist.

Soon, With a muffled thunderous roar, the two figures transformed into streaks of light, clashing madly in the blood waves.

Each collision between the Yuantu Sword and the Seven Treasure Tree caused the Sea of Blood to boil, and the blood-colored sword energy unleashed by the Abi Sword cleaved the void, creating streaks of dark cracks.

The battle between the two directly attracted chaotic energy, causing violent turbulence.

Hundreds of millions of miles away.

Duobao touched his forehead, where there was no sweat, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes. Was this the strength of a peak Quasi-Sage like Minghe?

He could actually go toe-to-toe with Zhunti.

Luckily, he ran fast, otherwise, he would have been affected by their attacks and revealed his presence.

"It seems this Sea of Blood is not a place to stay. I've gathered all the research materials. However, I actually captured three Blood God Doppelgangers.

These Blood God Doppelgangers aren't as strong as I imagined; they couldn't even withstand a small combo.

Second Senior Uncle's trading market is about to open. I'll go over and see if I can trade for some resources," Duobao muttered, continuing to leave the Sea of Blood cautiously.

And Duobao didn't notice that his departure directly enraged Zhunti, because he couldn't sense his destined person anymore.

He suspected that his fight with Minghe had killed his fated person.

"Damn Minghe!! You owe me a disciple!!"

"Shameless—go to hell! You owe me Blood God Doppelgangers!"

Soon, the divine senses of various great powers descended to observe for a while before leaving.

Because there was another grand event in the Primordial World, and besides, the two of them had a long-standing feud and fought from time to time, so it was a common occurrence.

Mount Buzhou—Trading Market.

Although this place had not yet opened, countless people had already gathered, including major forces and some powerful rogue cultivators.

Because the trading market had announced that during the opening period, as long as one traded in the market, they could enter a lottery, with the highest prize being Three Lights Divine Water.

Moreover, this news had been confirmed by the Heavenly Dao.

Everyone who came here could see the gate of the trading market, with a huge screen next to the stone tablet.

The screen displayed various elixirs, cultivation methods, array disks, talismans, Innate Spiritual Treasures, Acquired Supreme Treasures, and various top-tier materials for trade—

It encompassed everything, as well as various information on the items people wanted to trade for. All this information was voluntarily posted by the people who came here.

Once the trading market opened, they could enter and trade with confidence.

Moreover, no one dared to cause trouble here, because the Grand Pure Saint, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Tongtian, the leader of Jie Sect, were overseeing the trading market.

Some people had already started small-scale barter trades in this place, but the success rate was very low, and everyone was waiting for the trading market to open.

Duobao walked out of the spatial passage, came to the big screen, and entered the things he wanted, as well as the information on some of his magical treasures.

Although he regarded these magical treasures as his children, some magical treasures had not reached the level of his children, so he put them up for sale to exchange for some resources.

After he finished all this, he walked around the place and went to the entrance of the trading market, walking straight in.

Directly making the people nearby extremely envious.

Because only those who had received an invitation from the Saints in advance could enter.

"Who is that fatty? He actually received an invitation from the Saints. His aura is only that of a Golden Immortal."

"I don't know, but just now Dijun and Taiyi of the Demon Race came, and they had to wait outside for a while."

"The twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Race also have to wait. Also, have you heard? Nüwa will also come."

"Fellow Daoist, where did you get this information?"

"A friend of mine is an inner disciple of Jie Sect—"

The Black Dog looked at the endlessly talking Jade Cauldron True Man in the distance, touching his chin, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. Jade Cauldron had finally been cultivated.

Under the teachings of the Little Lord, he knew how to advertise and use the public's love for other people's privacy to spread information.

He could manipulate certain situations to obtain the benefits he wanted.

Although the trading market could gather many people through the exchange of goods, it could never attract living beings as much as gossip.

The Little Lord had said that living beings innately love: gossip.

In addition, the Primordial World did not count the years, and everyone had very few ways to entertain themselves. They would either choose to find a place to cultivate quietly, or look for opportunities to break through.

They would never fight with others unless absolutely necessary.

Therefore, gossip definitely had a market.

Anyway, in Black Dog's eyes, his young master Li Er was just someone who couldn't stay still. Every time he said he was going to cultivate, he'd only sit for less than ten years before running off again.

He'd often complain to Black Dog about how the Primordial World didn't have any entertainment, and what was the point of living so long if you were just numb?

He even created a lot of fun things for Black Dog.

Like mahjong, poker, Go, and chess—

Of course, these were things he and the young master played in private, because they didn't want to pollute other people's cultivation minds.

Plus, he had previously collected embarrassing stories about the Grand Master's eldest and second brothers, and he'd gotten a taste of success.

So, he decided to delve deeper into gossip, and he cultivated Jade Cauldron to become his partner.

"It's a pity the Grand Master won't let me into the trading market, or I could see what a Saint looks like.

Then I could develop some gossip based on the Saint's image, so it wouldn't be completely made up.

I really envy Duobao, that guy can actually get in. But wasn't he going to the Sea of Blood? Why is he here?

Oh well, I'll go back and fish with the young master." Black Dog lightly sliced through the void and walked in. As for whether Jade Cauldron would be beaten to death, he wasn't worried at all.

He had already taken Jade Cauldron around the area, arranging escape routes and escape formations. If anything went wrong, he'd just slip away.

Besides, the guy was just using his clone to spout nonsense; his real body was probably hiding somewhere.

At that moment, Jade Cauldron True Man, surrounded by a crowd, was speaking eloquently, a hint of excitement on his face. He thoroughly enjoyed this kind of treatment.

He not only talked about gossip about the Saints, but also explained the emergence of this trading market to many rogue cultivators, saying it was a great opportunity for them.

He described how there were formations inside the trading market that could help them comprehend the laws, and they could use them as long as they paid a certain fee.

As for the source of his information, it was all because he had a friend, and his friend had connections not only in Jie Sect, but also in Chan Sect, and even among the high-level members of the Demon Race.

Originally, the people around him just wanted to join in the fun, but as he said things that were half true and half false, some people who had come from afar and didn't understand started asking questions.

The most important thing was that he was discussing the Three Pure Ones, and he wasn't punished by them, which made everyone believe what he said.

After all, no one dared to easily discuss the Three Pure Ones.

They knew that the Three Pure Ones were sitting in the trading market.

Just then, he raised a question.

"Don't you think Tongtian and Nüwa are a good match?"

Whoosh—

The people around Jade Cauldron instantly disappeared.

They were afraid of being implicated by this guy, who dared to talk nonsense about even Nüwa.

Just then, A special fluctuation appeared in the void.

It was as if a giant axe had split it open, and ten thousand feet of golden light poured out from the crack, washing the surrounding turbid air into clear spiritual air.

Nüwa, standing on a seven-colored lotus platform, emerged from the crack—

And Jade Cauldron below was directly stunned, wishing he could slap himself twice. He had gone too far with his mouth.

He just hoped that Black Dog's Dharma protection hadn't lied to him, and that Third Uncle and Nüwa were a little interested in each other—

"You're not bad, this drop of Three Lights Divine Water is for you—"

Nüwa flicked a drop of Three Lights Divine Water from her fingertip, sending it flying towards Jade Cauldron True Man, and then stepped into the entrance of the trading market.

In an instant.

Crack—crack—

Countless creatures' jaws dropped, directly shocking them to death. This guy wasn't slapped to death, and he even received a reward from Nüwa.

What is this guy's background?!

When these creatures recovered and wanted to find Jade Cauldron, they found that he had long since disappeared.

"Does anyone remember this guy's appearance? Does anyone have his contact information? Damn it! This is a big shot—"

"Damn it! I actually mocked him—so I was the clown—"

"Heavens! Can you focus on the main point—Tongtian! Nüwa!!"

Just then, the hearts of the creatures here were burned by a flame, a flame of gossip.

Even the opportunities in the trading market couldn't compare to the fascination of this news.

Tongtian VS Nüwa…

Just then, The creatures here hadn't recovered from the shock.

The Eye of the Heavenly Dao appeared in the void, and emotional fluctuations appeared within it. A blurry figure began to condense, and this blurry figure walked into the trading market.

The people present realized that it was Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

"Heavens! Dao Ancestor Hongjun! Didn't they say he merged with the Dao? This trading market—can it move Dao Ancestor??"

"Get out of the way, I need to upload transaction information to the info panel!"

"Six Saints, four have come, plus the Dao Ancestor..."

At the same time, Saint Jieyin emerged from the void and quickly entered the trading market.

Then, a passage appeared in a space, and one could faintly see the Sea of Blood churning.

At this moment, Old Ancestor Minghe and Saint Zhunti also walked out of the space. The two seemed to have no signs of fighting and also entered the trading market.

As Saint Zhunti walked in, his Affinity Great Dao suddenly gave him a strong signal, making his eyes light up.

He ignored Minghe beside him and went straight to find someone according to his feelings.

Soon, he saw the person he was destined for, dressed in flowing white robes, strolling through the trading market with his hands behind his back.

Saint Zhunti did not conceal his saintly aura as he came before this person and said earnestly, "Daoist friend, you are destined for the Western Sect."