In the Primordial Wilderness era, the years passed without counting.
While Qing Huan was busy trying to solve the ancient famine of the Witch Clan in the Netherworld, searching for a way to survive in the turbid waves of the Yellow Springs and on the other side of the River of Oblivion.
And on that vast Primordial Earth, Houtu, the Ancestral Witch who bore the heavy responsibility of the rise and fall of the Witch Clan, was also traveling.
At the summit of Qilin Mountain, a fierce Gale Wind.
Houtu stood above the sea of clouds, her Xuan Huang Ancestral Witch True Body bearing the imprint of the earth's weight, yet a lingering worry remained between her brows.
The Heavenly Court of the Demon Race hangs high in the nine heavens, and the ever-turning Star Dou Great Array that swallows and spews chaos is so magnificent that even from billions of miles away, it makes the heart of the Ancestral Witch tremble faintly.
Using twelve drops of Ancestral Witch blood as a catalyst, Jiu Feng finally became a new ancestor, completing the Twelve Divine Fiends Array. However... what are their chances of victory?
Houtu was not confident.
The Star Dou Great Array, though its power unseen, is enough to send chills down the spine of any Ancestral Witch, to make them tremble with Primordial Wilderness. It transforms chaotic evil into innate spiritual energy, and even turns the monstrous corpses of chaotic beasts into the primordial power that nourishes the primordial world.
This formation is showing signs of rivaling the Twelve Divine Fiend Array Formation left behind by the Father God Pangu.
Thoughts surged like a tide, yet a strange, pulling force surged from the west, subtle and elusive.
It wasn't a summons, but rather a stirring deep within her bloodline and soul, drawing her toward some unknown place.
Houtu frowned, letting the mountain wind whip her clothes around her. She stood atop Qilin Peak, her Spiritual Sense spreading out like a net, trying to capture that elusive source, but it was like trying to catch the moon's reflection in water—a futile effort.
Only the dark red crystal formed from the malevolent energy of the Pangu Hall in his sleeve emitted a low but rapid hum, as if responding to something, or as if warning of some earth-shattering change.
She stroked the crystal, her unease growing heavier.
West, Longevity Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.
The pervasive Golden Light of Merit finally receded slowly, and an even more magnificent and profound aura, seemingly completely integrated with the Primordial Wilderness earth veins, soared into the sky, stirring up the winds and clouds for thousands of miles.
Zhenyuanzi opened his eyes, and the calm and helplessness in the depths of his pupils were no longer there. Instead, there was a fierce killing intent that was boiling like molten lava, almost bursting out!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The laughter shook the temple, and roof tiles began to fall with a rustling sound.
"Mid-Quasi-Saint! Heaven has not forsaken me, Zhenyuanzi, who has been clinging to life, enduring bitter suffering! This power... this power!"
Zhenyuanzi felt the new Magic Power flowing through his body, his fingertips swept across the void, causing the surrounding space to slightly distort.
Multiple Kalpa?
Ever since his old friend Hong Yun died tragically outside Kunlun Ruins, his blood staining the sky, and his wisp of soul was taken away by Qing Huan of the Netherworld Sea of Blood, he has lived in endless hatred and resentment!
"Houtu! Minghe! Qing Huan! You villains, this blood debt must be settled today!"
Zhenyuanzi's face was contorted, and he gritted his teeth.
If Houtu hadn't used the Earth Law to stop it, and the Minghe hadn't used the filth of the Blood Sea to restrain it, would I have stood by and watched as Hong Yun was ambushed and succeeded by Qing Huan?
What's even more hateful is that afterwards, Houtu actually gathered the other eleven Ancestral Witch and brazenly besieged Wuzhuang Temple!
If it weren't for the innate treasure <The Earth Book> connecting with the Primordial Wilderness earth veins, setting up the Wutu Great Formation to hold it up, and drawing upon the endless magnetic power of the earth veins to resist the destructive aura of the Dutian Divine Fiend, they would probably have already perished and their cultivation would have been destroyed. Even this Ginseng Fruit Tree would have been trampled into dust by the raging Ancestral Witch True Body!
That siege nearly exhausted his resources and completely ignited the rage that had been dormant in his heart for millennia.
"You've been living in this cowardly way for far too long... long enough that you wretched creatures have probably forgotten the majesty of I, Zhenyuanzi!"
A fierce glint flashed in Zhenyuanzi's eyes.
"I'll start with you, you old ghost of the Minghe! Blood debts must be repaid with the Blood Sea!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out of Wuzhuang Temple.
The power of the earth's veins surged beneath his feet, and his figure instantly became ethereal. In the next moment, he had merged into the endless mountains and rivers of the Primordial Wilderness world, following the earth's veins, and at an unbelievable speed, he rushed straight towards the place where the Primordial Wilderness filth gathered— the Netherworld Sea of Blood!
Blood Sea surges, the gourd displays its power!
The Netherworld Sea of Blood is boundless and its turbid waves surge to the heavens.
The viscous blood churned incessantly, emitting a nauseatingly sweet and foul odor, along with a terrifying aura and resentment powerful enough to erode even the physical body of Golden Immortal.
This is the Primordial Wilderness void where negative forces reside, the final resting place of the filthy blood of fallen spirits, and the birthplace of the Ancestor Minghe, who reigns here as the supreme ancestor, proclaiming, "As long as the Blood Sea never dries up, the Minghe will never die."
Deep within the Blood Sea, a magnificent palace built from mountains of white bones stands atop the Blood Waves.
Inside the palace, the Ancestor Minghe sat atop a massive, blood-red Lotus Platform (though he lacked the physical form of the Karma Red Lotus, the Blood Sea Origin could simulate its shape).
Dressed in a dark red Daoist robe, with a sinister face, his eyes flashed with blood-red light as they opened and closed. He was surrounded by countless tiny, wispy Blood God Son clones, constantly absorbing the essence of the sea of the Blood Sea.
They sensed that familiar aura, filled with overwhelming hatred and a completely new pressure, tearing through space from the distant west and ruthlessly crashing into the Blood Sea Territory!
"Snort!"
A cold smile curled at the corner of Minghe's lips.
"Old man Zhenyuanzi? His aura has grown considerably stronger... Mid-Quasi-Saint?"
No wonder they dared to come and provoke their ancestor again.
It seems the lesson I taught him back then wasn't profound enough!
The Minghe slowly rose, and the boundless sea of the Blood Sea echoed it, stirring up towering waves. Hundreds of millions of Blood God Son let out sharp cries, which converged into a demonic sound that shook the very soul.
At that moment, the space above the Blood Sea shattered like glass being struck by a giant hammer!
A colossal, Xuan Huang, carrying immense power of the Earth God and the Primordial Wilderness magnetic force of the earth veins refined to their extreme, slammed down!
Before the giant hand even arrived, a terrifying binding force had already enveloped the Blood Sea, forcibly flattening countless Blood Waves, and causing the space itself to groan under the unbearable pressure!
"You old scoundrel from the Minghe! Prepare to pay for your life! You must avenge Fellow Daoist Hongyun!"
Zhenyuanzi's furious roar was like thunder from the heavens, causing the Blood Sea to boil. His figure manifested in the sky, with an ancient book floating above his head—the very same innate treasure, the <Earth Book>!
As the pages turned, the phantom of the Primordial Earth appeared behind it. The vast and boundless power of the earth veins was continuously drawn and gathered, and the power of the giant palm surged again. Within the palm, countless phantom mountains appeared and disappeared, aiming to suppress the entire Blood Sea Palace along with the Minghe!
"A trivial skill!"
Minghe chuckled, and facing this colossal hand capable of shattering stars, he neither dodged nor evaded, but simply raised his withered hand and gently stroked the void.
"Buzz--!"
A strange, clear sound rang out, unlike the metallic sound of metal, but rather like the sound of the Primordial Chaos.
A dark, deep beam of light, seemingly capable of absorbing all light, flew out from Minghe's sleeve. It swelled in the wind and instantly transformed into a giant gourd, entirely black with a surface that shimmered like mercury!
It is one of the two Innate Supreme Gourd used by the Minghe Corpse Slayer— the Profound Yin Gourd!
This gourd is formed from the Gourd Vine of the Chaos Spiritual Root. It inherently contains the Qi of "Profound Yin Nether Water" and "Filthy Soul Demonic Fiend", which specifically defile the spiritual light of Magic Treasure and erode the foundation of the primordial Divine Path. It is the most Yin and evil thing in the world.
(The seventh gourd was changed, since the seventh gourd never appeared in the Primordial Wilderness.)