"You're fucking with me?"
Qin Jun was stunned for a long while before forcing out those words.
Ancestor Minghe was not famous in traditional mythology, but he had shone brilliantly in Primordial Era Mythology.
Legend had it that when Pangu created the world, his body transformed into all things. His navel became the Sea of Blood, and Ancestor Minghe was born within it.
As long as the Sea of Blood did not run dry, Minghe would not die.
Unless a Saint intervened, no one could kill Ancestor Minghe.
What he was most famous for was founding the Asura Sect. He had wanted to emulate the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Subhuti, and Nuwa in attaining sainthood, but unfortunately, he failed. He first created the Asura Race, then founded the Asura Sect, yet neither amounted to a damn thing, all because the Asura Race was innately bloodthirsty and not favored by the Heavenly Dao.
In short, Ancestor Minghe was exceedingly powerful, existing on the same level as Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
He was wildly ambitious, so naturally he would not submit to Qin Jun. Being exiled was perfectly normal.
But wasn't this fucking screwing him over?
"System, you have to give me an explanation!"
Qin Jun could barely suppress his fury. Though luck played the main role, why summon someone like this of all people? Why summon such a terrifying existence?
This was a vicious existence whom even Randeng could not rival.
You have to compensate me with a Di Jun!
If not, a Zhao Gongming would do too!
"Because the system has already upgraded, exiled gods and demons will automatically be sent beyond the heavens to prevent them from endangering the host."
The system's answer made Qin Jun let out a breath of relief.
Ancestor Minghe