Meanwhile.
Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea.
Towering waves of blood battered the boundless sea of suffering.
Ancestor Minghe sat cross-legged atop the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, with the two innate killing swords, Yuantu and Abi, hovering three feet above his head, furiously breathing crimson sword light.
He had already refined ninety percent of the Slaughter Saint Crystal.
Endless, pure killing intent intertwined around him, forming ring after ring of blood-red light.
"Soon... just a little more!"
Ancestor Minghe uttered a hoarse whisper, his eyes filled with terrifying visions of the Blood Sea rising and perishing.
He had been trapped at the quasi-saint peak for countless cosmic cycles. Now, at last, he saw the first light of hope for ascending to a saint position.
Meanwhile, within the Witch Realm.
Dijiang, Zhu Rong, and the other eleven Ancestor Witches sat around an enormous blood pool.
At the center of the pool, Ancestor Witch Qiang Liang blazed with lightning as he endured the savage baptism of the Physical Body Saint Crystal.
Across the Primordial Wilderness, all the greatest cultivation lineages competed in secret, doing everything they could to absorb the tremendous fortunes they had brought back ten thousand years ago.
Yet.
No one had expected the peace following ten thousand years of silence to be utterly torn apart by another great clan that had long lain dormant.
Inside a secluded chamber in the Azure Ox Ancestral Hall.
Niu Ben's body suddenly shuddered.
He drew the final wisp of deep-purple origin essence into his dantian.
The three thousand Divine Ox phantoms within him blazed with light, transforming completely into Chaos Divine Oxen that seemed solid and real!
An immensely powerful aura churned wildly through the chamber, making the indestructible Chaos Barrier creak under its pressure.
Niu Ben slowly opened his eyes and