Upon hearing this, Duobao had originally been eager to speak, but when he met his master's deep, cold-pool-like gaze, carrying a warning, he immediately reined himself in. His throat bobbed as he forcibly swallowed the matter of the Western Saints.
His eyes shifted, and a cautious expression quickly appeared on his face. "Little Master, I acted cautiously all the way here and completely followed the essence of our Daoism Steadiness Sutra.
"I concealed my tracks with formations throughout the entire journey. I only carefully tried refining things at the edge of the Sea of Blood and did not dare go any deeper.
"Little Master, you said refining it could earn merit. Should we do this?"
Li Er stroked his chin. This drop of essence blood in his hand did not contain laws like that of the witch race, yet it possessed boundless vitality and limitless potential to nurture countless lives.
"Tell me, what do you think?"
Li Er felt that Duobao definitely had his own thoughts. If they refined the Sea of Blood on a large scale, Ancestor Minghe would certainly discover them. If they directly faced Ancestor Minghe now, they probably would not be able to defeat him.
After all, as long as the Sea of Blood remained, Ancestor Minghe would not die.
That fellow was even stronger than ordinary Quasi-Sages.
Duobao pondered for a moment before saying seriously, "Little Master, the Sea of Blood is where the resentment and grudges of the Primordial World gather. Though its existence is inauspicious, it is also an indispensable part of the cycle of heaven and earth in the Primordial World.
"If we rashly refine it on a massive scale for temporary merit, those resentments with nowhere to go may run rampant through the Primordial World and cause unforeseeable disasters.
"I believe