Qing Huan gently shook his head, his gaze turning to the deepest part of the Blood Sea, to that absolutely dark place where even the blood light seemed to be swallowed up—that was the entrance to the Netherworld.
"I appreciate your kind offer, but I do have important matters to attend to."
His tone carried a hint of seriousness.
"The pact between the Witch and Demon Races hangs by a thread. If the fundamental predicament of the Witch Clan, which feeds on the flesh and blood of Primordial Wilderness beings and relies on malevolent energy for cultivation, cannot be resolved within ten Kalpa of time), then the two races will inevitably resume their war. This matter concerns a great calamity concerning the survival Luck of billions of Primordial Wilderness beings, and cannot be delayed."
Qing Huan looked up at the Minghe.
"This matter is known to all throughout the Primordial Wilderness, so I presume there is no need for me to elaborate."
Minghe's expression turned solemn, immediately changing to one of utmost respect. He cupped his hands and said:
"Eldest Brother, your heart is with the Primordial Wilderness, and you have devoted yourself to the cause of ensuring peace for all living beings for generations to come. This is Merit beyond measure! I firmly believe that with Eldest Brother supernatural powers and wisdom, you will surely find a way to resolve this."
His tone shifted abruptly, revealing undisguised contempt and killing intent on his face. The Yuantu and Abi swords rang out behind him, their bloodthirsty aura soaring into the sky!
"But those barbarian shamans who only know brute force and don't understand destiny are greedy and insatiable, attempting to dominate the entire Primordial Earth with bloody means. This is courting their own destruction!"
"Hmph! If it weren't for my Eldest Brother's consideration for the greater good, I would have loved to draw my sword right now and storm the Buzhou Mountain, letting these barbarians taste the might of the Yuantu and Abi Swords! Do you really think my sword is useless?"
Minghe had always disliked the Witch Clan, and as long as they didn't interfere in his Netherworld Sea of Blood, he was happy to watch the show.
But if they dare to covet my territory? I wouldn't mind showing the Witch Clan what it means to "slaughter all living beings without incurring any karmic Karma" —the Yuantu, the Abi Innate Spiritual Treasure!
Qing Huan reached out a hand and gently patted Minghe's shoulder, a gentle yet powerful force suppressing the restless sword cries of Yuantu and Abi Swords.
"Don't be impatient."
His tone was calm yet carried an absolute certainty.
"Don't worry, your Netherworld Sea of Blood, with its towering Blood Waves and pervasive baleful aura, is neither a treasure trove for nourishing blood and qi nor an ideal place to gather the earth's Turbid Qi for the Witch Clan. They don't even look at it."
Minghe's lips twitched. So what if he doesn't like me? This Eldest Brother really doesn't give me any face at all.
Seeing the Minghe's appearance, Qing Huan smiled.
"I'm going to explore the Netherworld first; I'll head out ahead."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Huan disappeared into the Blood Sea.
"Why..."
After a sigh, Minghe returned to his Dao Field to continue his secluded cultivation and contemplation of the Great Dao.
The desolation and deathly silence of the Netherworld are enough to freeze even the most fervent immortal and Divine Path hearts.
The Gale Wind, like the panting of an ancient behemoth, swept past, carrying the unique chill of the underworld, emitting a sharp and piercing wail.
Looking around, all that could be seen was a charred and cracked landscape, barren of all vegetation, with only countless enormous, star-like corpses of chaotic beasts scattered and piled up, their bones weathered over tens of thousands of Kalpa, still retaining a chilling, primal ferocity.
The air was thick with an inescapable stench of decay and blood, so thick it was almost tangible; every breath felt like swallowing solidified rust.
Qing Huan's feet trod on the ripples of the void, each step causing the space to tremble slightly.
His brows furrowed as he glanced over the Netherworld, one of the three realms once created by the Great God Pangu, now reduced to a desolate graveyard.
Those enormous, twisted skeletons, their grotesque broken horns, and their shattered claws all tell the Great Tribulation of the cataclysmic Dao-Devil War.
Pangu separated Primordial Earth was divided into three realms: the Heavenly Realm, the Earthly Realm, and the Netherworld. As for the human realm that is known in later generations, it did not exist in this Primordial Wilderness era. Even if it did exist, it was called a living being and belonged to the Earthly Realm.
The Earthly Realm of Sentient Beings only emerged after the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan perished in a great war, exiting the stage of Primordial Wilderness history. The Realm of Living Beings then officially appeared, with human beings as the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth.
The Witch and Demon Races ruled over the heavens and earth for a full 50,000 Kalpa, a scale unimaginable to the human realm created by the ants of later generations.
They casually boast about their combat power being on par with Eastern Emperor Taiyi, easily defeating Haotian Boy's clone, and possessing Sage- level cultivation techniques and the Great Heavenly Immortal Technique. They exaggerate minor spells for avoiding the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations into Innate Deities Primordial Wilderness. They claim to transcend the Three Realms and the Five Elements, and even achieve physical sainthood. Qing Huan simply laughs at all of this...
Upon arriving in the Netherworld, endless Gale Wind mingled with the eerie winds of the underworld.
"Hiss!"
Qing Huan frowned and gasped as he looked at the scene before him.
"Demon Ancestor Luohu..."
Qing Huan whispered, but his voice was instantly torn apart by the Gale Wind.
"He's truly a ruthless character. To forge the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, he didn't hesitate to drain the very foundation of the Western Regions and the very essence of this world... His self-destruction completely shattered the Primordial Wilderness earth veins, and even the Netherworld was not spared."
No wonder the Ancestral Witch Houtu sacrificed herself to reincarnate, filling the gaps in this world with her own body; the Netherworld had already completely collapsed and disintegrated.
Otherwise, where would the Underworld come from? Where would the Empress Pingxin come from? And how could the Witch Clan take advantage of this immense Merit to catch their breath, lie dormant under the shadow of reincarnation, and wait for an opportunity to rise again?
Finally, Houtu transformed herself into reincarnation to complete the Netherworld, becoming the Empress Pingxin. Because of this achievement, the Witch Clan not completely purged, allowing them to once again compete for the position of the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth.
This battle should be a war between Mysterious Gate, representing the Heavenly Realm, who chose the human race's Human Emperor Xuanyuan, and Empress Pingxin, representing the Netherworld, who chose the Witch Clan's Chi You.
Otherwise, a junior like Chi You wouldn't be able to summon great witches like Jiu Feng and Xing Tian.
After all, since the Witch-Demon War, the Witch Clan had been hiding in the Underworld under the care of Empress Pingxin.
Without the intervention of the Empress Pingxin, the great shamans of the Witch Clan would not tolerate the nonsense of a junior.
Having figured this out, Qing Huan felt he also needed to plan for his own realm.
Forget about the Heavenly Realm; after all, it's the Orthodox Mystic Gate. Although I'm also a member of Mysterious Gate, I'm not Mysterious Gate, and neither the Heavenly Dao nor Hongjun would allow it.
It seems the only thing we can scheme against is the Path of Sentient Beings, that is, the Realm of Sentient Beings...
A sudden realization struck me like lightning.
"The Realm of Sentient Beings!"
A brilliant light suddenly burst forth in Qing Huan's eyes, as if he had found the only lighthouse in the boundless darkness.
The Heavenly Realm was the exclusive domain of several future Sage of the Mysterious Gate sect, an impregnable fortress...
With Pingxin presiding over the Netherworld, it will become the foundation of the Witch Clan.
Only the "Realm of Sentient Beings Luck of all living beings—
There is no master yet! And Primordial Wilderness, whether Innate Deities or acquired spirits, are now all called "demon"! Isn't he, the Heavenly Venerable of the Demon Race, destined by Heavenly Mandate?
Even if the human race were to emerge, they would still be part of the living beings, beings created by the Innate Deities. They are not human beings; everything is a living being. There is no concept of human beings existing in the Primordial Wilderness.
An unprecedented sense of ambition and joy rekindled within me, like a volcano dormant for millennia.
Before the ripples of joy could spread, a viscous, ink-like, chilling killing intent, brimming with endless resentment and a thirst for slaughter, suddenly pierced out from the massive abyss of bones piled up behind him!
This killing intent was not invisible; it even coalesced into subtle, distorted ripples under the dim, ghostly light, silently proclaiming a pure will to Destruction.