The Asura Clan Emerges
Deep within Sea of Blood.
The Sea of Blood churned, and a foul stench permeated the air.
Minghe sat cross-legged atop the Karma Red Lotus, with the two supreme weapons of slaughter, Primordial Slaughter Abi, silently hovering beside him, emanating a chilling aura.
He gazed at the countless wailing souls in the Sea of Blood, his brow furrowed.
Ever since Nuwa Creates Humans and became a saint, the magnificent scene of purple aura stretching 30,000 miles eastward has remained vivid in his mind.
Become a saint! Become a saint!
These two words, like a curse, haunted his mind day and night.
He also considered learning from Nuwa and creating a race.
But he is not Nuwa; he does not understand the Dao of Creation, does not possess the Innate Supreme Treasure Qiankun Cauldron, and does not have the Creation Spirit Root Gourd Vine.
But after countless attempts, the creatures he created by combining the power of the Sea of Blood only had form, lacking intelligence.
They were nothing more than walking corpses, which would turn into blood and return to the Sea of Blood in an instant.
"The Dao of Creation... I have no Dao of Creation..."
Minghe murmured to himself, his voice filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.
He raised his head and looked at the boundless sea of Sea of Blood.
For millions of years, the resentful Remnant Soul of countless fallen beings have gathered here, transforming into aimless wandering spirits that drift, howl, and struggle above the Sea of Blood.
These souls are the Remnant Soul and unyielding obsessions of Primordial Wilderness beings who died and were drawn here by the Sea of Blood.
Looking at these aimless souls, now only possessing fragmented instincts, a terrifying glint suddenly flashed in Minghe's eyes.
Aren't they... ready-made "spirits"?
An absolutely insane idea exploded in Minghe's mind!
In this Sea of Blood, the most numerous are these Remnant Soul with nowhere to go!
What if these souls of the dead were infused into the beings he created?
Once the idea was born, it couldn't be stopped!
It's a path tailor-made for him!
"Hahaha! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
"I'm such a genius!"
A captivating light flashed in Minghe's eyes, and he immediately took action.
With a wave of his hand, countless souls in the Sea of Blood let out mournful screams as they were drawn in by an invisible force.
The ghosts let out mournful screams, but they were powerless to resist.
Next, the Minghe drew upon the power of the Sea of Blood, extracting two pure orbs of Blood Fiend Origin from Sea of Blood.
He used his Great Dharma Power to knead and shape it, and the Blood Fiend Origin constantly changed form in his hands.
A moment later, two completely new beings, a man and a woman, appeared before him.
The man was burly, with a ferocious and extremely vicious face, exuding an aura of killing and tyranny.
The woman was alluring and stunningly beautiful, with every smile and gesture exuding captivating charm.
He first meticulously created a man and a woman according to his own ideas.
Once the shell was formed, Minghe did not hesitate to inject two carefully selected souls into it!
Buzz--!
The two clay-sculpted bodies trembled violently, and a lively light suddenly shone in their empty eyes!
"Hahaha! It's done! It really is done!"
Upon seeing Minghe, Styx laughed wildly, his heart filled with immense excitement.
Without pausing for a moment, he waved his hand and scattered the countless souls of the dead.
At the same time, he mobilized his immense Magic Power, stirring up the entire Sea of Blood!
"Splash--"
A Sea of Blood surged with towering waves, and figures emerged and coalesced from within them.
They come in all shapes and sizes, both male and female; without exception, all the males are hideously ugly, while all the females are stunningly beautiful.
Countless figures knelt amidst the Sea of Blood, bowing in unison before the Minghe Styx, their voices shaking the universe.
"The Sea of Blood Asura Clan pays respects to our Ancestor!"
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
Minghe looked at the new race he had created, his heart filled with boundless pride.
He immediately raised his head and shouted loudly towards the Nine Heavens Above.
"The Great Dao is above! Great God Pangu is above! The Heavenly Dao is above!"
"I, the Minghe of the Sea of Blood, now from within the Sea of Blood, take the souls of all living beings as my spirit, and using the Origin Essence of the Sea of Blood as my body, I create a new race, named ' Asura '!"
"Asura Clan, stand!"
Meanwhile, throughout the Primordial Wilderness...
At the moment the oath was sworn in the Minghe, all the top Great Powers turned their gazes toward the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
They were particularly captivated by the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain and the West deities Jieyin and Zhunti.
Another one who created a race?
Could this road truly be the Great Dao sainthood?
Rumble--!
Minghe's words fell, the winds and clouds Nine Heavens Above shifted, as if the Heavenly Dao had sensed them!
A vast amount of Merit energy gathered, transforming into a pillar of Merit Golden Light that descended from the sky and headed straight for the Minghe.
The Merit Golden Light was extremely thick and far exceeded the ordinary, and the energy it contained made all the Great Powers who were watching take notice.
However...
As he gazed at the Merit Golden Light, the ecstatic look on Minghe's face gradually froze.
This Merit...
There are many, enough to make any Quasi-Sage envious and eager.
However, compared to the immense Merit that Nuwa Creates Humans and became a saint, it seems... rather meager.
This amount of Merit is far from enough to enable Prove the Dao and become a Saint through this practice!
Although he had a premonition before he took action that his shortcut might not yield much Merit.
But when the facts were laid bare before him, he still felt an indescribable sense of loss.
In the Primordial Wilderness, all was deathly silent.
Those Great Powers had been full of hope fell silent at this moment.
It seems that not everyone can successfully navigate the path of Zaohua a race.
Kunlun Mountain.
Primordial Lord seeing this, Yuanshi's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Just as I expected."
Tongtian sighed, looking somewhat dejected.
Taiqing slowly closed his eyes.
Mount Sumeru
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing disappointment in each other's eyes.
"Senior brother, it seems that the opportunity to create a race is unique to Nuwa Sister Nuwa, and we cannot imitate it." Zhunti sighed.
The Jieyin nodded, his expression becoming much more relaxed.
"That's good. This shows that our path to sainthood does not lie here."
"There's no need to waste any more energy on this vague and unrealistic method."
At this moment, all the Great Powers who possessed the Hongmeng Purple Qi completely abandoned their thoughts of learning from Nuwa to create things and become saints.
As it turns out, Nuwa's success is not something that can be replicated.
Amidst Sea of Blood.
After experiencing initial disappointment and resentment, Minghe quickly calmed down.
He slowly exhaled a breath of Turbid Qi.
"That's enough, that's enough!"
Minghe exhaled a long breath of Turbid Qi, his eyes regaining their resolve.
"If I cannot become a saint, then I cannot become a saint!"
Getting angry won't help; it will only disturb your resolve.
Although he didn't achieve instant enlightenment, he gained a great deal of Merit. After refining it, his cultivation will surely advance significantly, enough to make him one of the top beings below the Saint.
Moreover, he also had an entire race to rely on.
This deal is a win-win situation no matter how you look at it!
Minghe adjusted his mindset; things had come to this point, and dwelling on it further would be pointless.
Maximizing immediate benefits is the most important thing.
He stopped thinking and sat cross-legged on the Karma Red Lotus, slowly closed his eyes, and began to concentrate on refining the Merit Golden Light that the Heavenly Dao had bestowed.