The Ancestor Minghe's mind had completely turned into mush.
He stood blankly on the enormous throne of bones, staring vacantly ahead.
That place should have been a boundless ocean, churning with waves of blood.
But now, it's empty.
Half of the Blood Sea vanished into thin air, revealing the dried-up, cracked, and pitch-black riverbed below, emitting an endless stench.
A towering, blood-red cliff cleaved the entire Blood Sea in two.
On this side of the cliff, the blood trembled and roared wildly, but it seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, and not a single drop dared to flow over.
Beyond the cliff lies a bottomless void and deathly silence.
The Ancestor Minghe's gaze slowly moved and landed on the white-robed figure.
Qin Feng stood with his hands behind his back above the huge empty area, his expression calm.
He even slightly pursed his lips and smacked his lips, as if savoring something.
His expression didn't seem like someone who had just devoured half of the Primordial World forbidden land; rather, it was like a diner who had tasted a dish, found it a bit bland, and was somewhat unsatisfied.
This action was like a red-hot iron rod, forcefully piercing into the depths of the Ancestor Minghe's true spirit.
A chilling sensation called "death," forgotten for billions of years, surged wildly from the core of his true spirit, instantly engulfing his limbs and bones.
The Blood Sea will never dry up, the Minghe will never die.
This is his path, his foundation, and his ultimate reliance for conquering the Primordial World.
But now, the Blood Sea... has dried up.
I only took one bite.
With just one bite, his pride in "immortality" was turned into a huge joke.
If he can swallow half, he can swallow the whole.
This person is truly capable of killing himself!
It's not suppression, not sealing, but a complete and utter erasure of itself from the very level of existence!
The moment this thought clearly emerged, the ruthless nature that the Ancestor Minghe had cultivated over billions of years, and the so-called dignity and pride of a veteran Quasi-Saint, were completely washed away in the face of the instinct for survival.
What about the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace, or being of the same generation as the Dao Ancestor?
In the face of real death, all of that becomes utter nonsense!
Live on!
We must survive!
The Ancestor Minghe's body reacted even faster than his mind.
"Thump!"
His legs buckled, and he could no longer stand. He tumbled and scrambled off the throne of bones, which symbolized supreme power, and landed face-first in mid-air.
He didn't even bother to get up; instead, in an extremely humiliating posture, he frantically crawled towards Qin Feng, using both hands and feet.
"Senior! Senior, spare my life!"
His voice had lost all its sinister and majestic quality, leaving only a shrill sob and endless fear.
" Dao Master! Dao Master, please spare my dog's life!"
Having crawled a thousand feet away from Qin Feng's feet, he dared not approach any further and instead prostrated himself, slamming his head deep into the void.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
One after another.
He used all his strength, and with each kowtow, ripples spread through the surrounding space, as if he were trying to knock out his Primordial Spirit.
"It is this lowly deity who is blind and does not recognize Mount Tai! It is this lowly deity who is blind and dares to offend the Dao Master the Heavenly Might Lord!"
"This lowly god is nothing! This lowly god is just a worm, a maggot in the Blood Sea! I beg the Dao Master to have mercy and just let this lowly god go, like a fart!"
He was rambling incoherently, his thoughts scattered and disjointed, with only one thought in his mind: to beg for mercy.
This ancient Quasi-Saint, who has existed since the beginning of time and is one of the strongest beings in the primordial Primordial World, is now crying like a three-hundred-pound child, with snot and tears streaming down his face. He has lost all his former demeanor as a powerful figure.
He didn't even dare to refer to himself as "this one" or "I," only daring to use humble terms like "little god" or "bedbug" to refer to himself.
He was scared.
It was a fear that seeped into my very bones, a fear that reached the very depths of my soul.
"This humble god is willing to submit! This humble god is willing to serve you as a slave and your watchdog for all eternity!"
"Please, senior, spare my life! I beg you!"
The piercing wails and the forceful kowtows echoed in the deathly silence of the underworld, sounding both incredibly jarring and utterly comical.
Qin Feng remained silent.
He hovered quietly in the air, looking down at the figure below who was frantically kowtowing and behaving in a ridiculous manner.
That gaze held no pity, no murderous intent, only an unfathomable indifference and a faint hint of mockery.
It wasn't until the Ancestor Minghe's primordial Primordial Spirit began to vibrate from the kowtow and his voice became hoarse that Qin Feng seemed to finally tire of this one-man show.
He slowly raised his hand.
This simple action abruptly silenced the Ancestor Minghe's wailing. His entire body seemed frozen in place, unable to move an inch.
He could feel a terrifying will that could determine his life or death, already locked onto him.
Qin Feng simply extended a finger and gently beckoned it towards the void.
The chaotic black hole, which had swallowed half of the Blood Sea and still exuded the aura of the void, began to shrink rapidly at a visible speed.
Finally, it transformed into a barely perceptible black line, disappeared into Qin Feng's fingertip, and vanished.
The aura of the Devouring Law, which transcended all paths and terrified the Ancestor Minghe, gradually subsided, as if it had never existed.
After doing all this, Qin Feng turned his gaze back to the figure trembling in the void.
A playful smile curved at the corners of his lips.
"As long as the Blood Sea doesn't dry up, you will never die?"
A calm voice rang out, each word like a resounding slap across the face of the Ancestor Minghe's Primordial Spirit.
The Ancestor Minghe's body trembled violently, and he buried his head even deeper, wishing he could shrink himself into a speck of dust.
Looking at his extremely humble appearance, Qin Feng's mockery deepened.
"Your bones are much softer than I imagined."
boom!
This seemingly insignificant remark, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, shattered the last and only remaining sense of "dignity" in the heart of the Ancestor Minghe.
All the pride, arrogance, and Great Powers he had cultivated over Primordial World millennia were shattered by those words at this moment, leaving not a trace of ashes.
The Ancestor Minghe's body stopped trembling.
He remained in the prostrate position, motionless, as if he had turned into a statue.
However, all the light in his eyes, hidden in the shadows, dimmed completely at this moment.