Thinking of the future prosperity of the West, with endless treasures piled up like mountains, spiritual roots swaying, spiritual energy surging like tides, and those who perished in the Qing Huan, were executed, reclaimed their treasures, and occupied their Dao Field temples on the Yingzhou Immortal Island of Yingzhou, the sorrowful wrinkles on Jieyin's face seemed to relax considerably.
"Wonderful! Wonderful, Junior Brother!"
A smile finally appeared on Jieyin's face, a smile filled with greedy dreams for the future.
"This plan is brilliant! However,"
Changing the subject cautiously:
"Haste makes waste. Junior brother, your method of attaining enlightenment through dreams, which gives rise to the Great Dream Divine Power, is incredibly profound. It can silently infiltrate the dreams of living beings, plant inner demons, and guide their thoughts. Why not... just before the great calamity fully erupts, use this divine power to infiltrate the dreams of the core forces of the Witch and Demon races—those Great Witches and Demon Gods with the cultivation of Great Luo Golden Immortals..."
A glint of wisdom and ruthlessness flashed in Jieyin's eyes. "In the dreams of these beings, repeatedly depict the brutality and blood feuds of the other race, amplify the suspicion and conflict between them, and sow the seeds of resentment that will never end!"
After waking him up, his killing intent intensified and his fighting spirit hardened!
This could greatly accelerate the powder keg of conflict between the two races, making their battles even more brutal and resulting in greater losses!
Remember, never use this on Quasi-Sage- level beings, Di Jun, Tai Yi, or the Twelve Ancestral Witches!
These Innate Deities spirits sense the heavens and earth, possess profound Dao Cultivation, and are extremely adept at detecting unusual things in dreams, which can backfire and cause harm.
"It only needs to target Daluo Golden Immortal. These beings are numerous and constitute the foundation of both races' fighting force, with far-reaching influence, yet they are not easily noticed."
"That's exactly right!"
Zhunti his thigh, overjoyed.
"Senior brother is a man of profound wisdom! I will use this Great Dream Supernatural Power to turn the world upside down!"
Once the Witch and Demon Races have fought to the death, their Luck collapsing, we will appear to clean up the mess! We will seize their Treasure Vault, Qing Huan, and occupy Yingzhou!
"Yingzhou Road..."
Jieyin murmured, his eyes burning with even greater greed.
"Legend has it that the Yingzhou Immortal Island where Qing Huan resides was formed from Chaos Fragment. It is the foremost of the Three Immortal Islands, with a richer spiritual energy and more wondrous Creation than Kunlun!"
It is itself a colossal Innate Spiritual Treasures! If we obtain this island, we can move it to the west to suppress the barren spiritual veins..."
Hahahaha...
Overwhelmed by the wonderful thoughts, the two brothers could no longer contain their wild joy and malice. On the desolate Mount Sumeru, Eight Treasures Merit Pool, a symbol of Merit and compassion, they burst into loud laughter.
The laughter pierced through the clouds, carrying endless scheming and a predatory desire, echoing among the relatively barren western mountains, sounding particularly jarring and out of place.
The ripples in the Merit Pool Water, reflected by their distorted laughter, seemed to take on a bloody hue.
The two seemed to already see the Witch and Demon's bones piled up into steps, and stepping up the steps, they would reach the magnificent scene of Spiritual Mountain standing tall with treasures piled up, incense burning brightly, the Qing Huan bestowing its head, and the West truly becoming rich!
At the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
The filth, sins, slaughter, and resentment of the primordial Primordial Wilderness all converge here.
The boundless, blood-red ocean, viscous like molten copper, exuded a nauseatingly sweet and despairing aura. On its surface, viscous bubbles churned eternally, bursting with a hissing sound like the wails of the dead.
Countless twisted vengeful spirits float within it. They were once creatures of heaven and earth, but after their fall, they were bound by the filthy Blood Sea, unable to be reborn for eternity. In endless suffering, they transformed into wisps of malevolent energy, nourishing this sea of death.
This is a forbidden zone for life, a loophole in the cycle of reincarnation.
At this moment, in the center of the Blood Sea, on a huge Lotus Platform built from billions of bones, the Ancestor Minghe stood quietly.
He was dressed in a scarlet Daoist robe, his face was handsome but pale as if he were not alive, and his brows and eyes carried the sinister and lonely nature unique to the Blood Sea. A thin layer of blood mist shrouded his body, as if he had merged with the entire Blood Sea and was no different from it.
Those eyes, seemingly containing a vortex of the Blood Sea, pierced through endless space, staring intently at the Above the Nine Heavens, in the direction that represented the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race.
The terrifying fluctuations of Calamity Qi could be clearly transmitted to the depths of this Blood Sea, even across the entire Primordial Continent, causing the Blood Waves to surge endlessly and the wailing of the vengeful spirits to become increasingly mournful.
Minghe's emotions surged endlessly, like the rolling Blood Waves beneath his feet.
The fate of the demon race? A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Born from Minghe Blood Sea, the rise and fall of the demon race was no different in his eyes from the struggling vengeful spirits on the sea surface; it was merely a slightly larger killing game in the world.
Tribulation?
Even if it is extremely dangerous, as long as he holds fast to the Blood Sea, relying on the endless blood and billions of Blood God Son clones, he can create his own strange world. Even if the Heavenly Dao were to settle accounts, it might not be able to completely destroy him.
This is the source of Minghe's confidence to claim "As long as the Blood Sea never dries up, Minghe will never die!" Avoiding calamity is the most instinctive and safest choice.
However... Qing Huan!
This name, like a blazing meteor, crashed into his cold, lifeless heart, stirring up a monstrous wave!
It wasn't fear, but a profound sense of gratitude and loyalty that almost suffocated him!
A distant scene involuntarily surfaced before my eyes.
It was Qing Huan, this Eldest Brother with an extraordinary background and great supernatural powers, who appeared at the Blood Sea at some unknown time, ignoring the overwhelming murderous aura, and discussing the Dao of the Blood Sea with him.
Qing Huan sat cross-legged atop the Blood Waves, his voice calm yet pointing directly to the core of the Great Dao. He dissected the true secret of the "Three Corpses Unification," revealing that the "Three Corpses" were the ultimate condensation of the True Spirit's will and the original Great Dao, opposing yet encompassing both good and evil... His sermon was like a sudden enlightenment, illuminating the path to the pinnacle of Sage.
The greatest favor is none other than this wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi in my hand!
The chance to become a saint is extremely rare, with only seven such opportunities existing in the world. Countless innate powerful beings have gone mad for it, unleashing endless bloodshed and carnage.
It's my Eldest Brother.
He forcefully seized this opportunity for transcendence for himself!
Boom--!
The Netherworld Sea of Blood beneath their feet seemed to sense the overwhelming determination in their master's heart, and suddenly began to boil!
It was no longer the rolling and tumbling of before, but rather as if it were being stirred and heated by an invisible giant hand, unleashing a towering torrent of blood!
The filthy, viscous blood roared and shot into the sky, transforming into billions of ferocious and twisted blood beasts, only to instantly disintegrate, emitting deafening roars that seemed to be both cheering and wailing.
The entire Blood Sea space was violently shaking. Countless floating souls were torn into even smaller fragments by this sudden burst of violent energy. The shrieks rose countless levels, converging into a massive will that shook the Netherworld—it was the echo of the Blood Sea's origin, the manifestation of the Minghe Heart!
Minghe's cloak fluttered even without wind, its dark red runes shining brightly, almost as if they were about to burst into flames.
The mark of Hongmeng Purple Qi between his brows suddenly became incredibly clear, radiating a noble, ancient, and vast purple light. It resonated even more strongly with the pressure of the Heavenly Dao emanating from the direction of the Heavenly Court, like two invisible giant waves colliding in the distance, stirring up turbulent waves in the depths of his sea of consciousness.