The Netherworld Sea of Blood, an ancient and desolate land, is now experiencing unprecedented and towering waves.
The crimson, viscous blood seemed to be repeatedly torn and ravaged by an invisible giant hand, and the towering waves surged straight up to the gray, dark sky above the Blood Sea, emitting a muffled, thunderous roar.
Deep within the Blood Sea, the Ancestor Minghe sat cross-legged atop the core Lotus Platform of his Dao Field Blood God Palace —not the legendary Karma Red Lotus, but Twelve-Petaled Blood Lotus Platform phantom formed purely from the primordial essence of the endless Blood Sea, solid and lifelike, radiating a terrifying primordial ferocity.
He was surrounded by an immense Luck and Merit, a radiance so dazzling and vast that it almost illuminated the entire dark Blood Sea as a sacred golden-red.
He established the Asura Sect, created the foundation of the Great Dao for 480 million Blood God Son, and relied on the boundless Blood Sea. The gifts from heaven and earth that this achievement brought were enough to drive any Primordial Great Powers mad.
However, this Golden Light of Merit, which was enough to shake the heavens, was now as if it were tightly bound within three feet of Minghe by an invisible and indestructible shackle. No matter how it roared and charged, it could not advance an inch, nor could it completely merge with Minghe's primordial True Spirit, which had already reached the peak of Quasi-Sage, and transform into the ladder to sainthood for that final leap.
"Why?! Why?!"
Minghe suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and two beams of blood-red divine light, solid as a substance, shot out like two peerless, ferocious swords, instantly tearing apart the rolling Blood Waves in front of him and carving two bottomless void ravines in the depths of the Blood Sea. The unwillingness, confusion, and a trace of uncontrollable violence contained in the divine light made the entire Blood Sea tremble.
He spread his hands out, and on his palms, the two companion killing swords, Yuantu and Abi, floated silently. The swords hummed, and with each vibration, they resonated with the source of the Blood Sea, radiating an unparalleled sharpness that could sever Karma and slaughter all living beings.
Three Flowers swayed above his head, and Five Qi surged within his chest. The three incarnations of good, evil, and self— the Blood God Son, the You Quanzi, and the illusory shadow of the Minghe True Self —appeared faintly behind him, their auras sharing the same origin and forming a harmonious whole.
The Hongmeng Purple Qi swirled and undulated deep within his primordial spirit, radiating Great Dao and mysterious purple aura.
Everything seemed to be perfect. Luck, Merit, Hongmeng Purple Qi, the three corpses of the same origin... He, Minghe, believed he had everything needed to become a saint!
But that final step, that Sage position where one imprints their own Great Dao into the core of the Heavenly Dao, becoming indestructible for eternity and overlooking all living beings, is like a flower in a mirror or the moon in water—clearly within reach, yet forever separated by an insurmountable veil!
Is this the Will of Heaven? Or is there a flaw in my path?
The deep voice of the Minghe echoed within the Blood God Palace, each word carrying the weight and carnage of billions of years of the Blood Sea, causing the void to hum. That immense doubt and resentment, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his demonic heart that sought the highest realm.
He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the Blood Waves and the endless darkness, carrying an almost insane stubbornness.
A pure and ethereal aura pervades the air, a natural and profound Daoist atmosphere pervades the space.
Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian, the three newly ascended Sage, sat upright on cloud beds, their bodies radiating Pure Light. Their holy might was as deep as the ocean, yet naturally restrained, blending seamlessly with the spiritual energy of the Great Dao Kunlun Mountain.
Having just finished their respective short periods of seclusion, they are now sorting through the unparalleled opportunities they gained at the Qing Huan Dao Field.
The main hall was peaceful and serene, with only the profound sounds of the Great Dao flowing silently within.
Suddenly, the three Sage sensed something almost simultaneously. Their calm, deep eyes opened in unison, their gazes piercing through endless space and instantly landing on the churning Netherworld Sea of Blood, and on the Minghe, which was enveloped in immense Golden Light of Merit yet exuded a violent aura, filled with resentment and questioning.
"Snort!"
Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly and let out a cold snort filled with clear displeasure.
This cold snort seemed to contain the supreme power of Words Follow Law, instantly spreading across the boundless void. Within ten thousand miles outside Kunlun Mountain, all the floating clouds froze instantly, birds fell stiffly, and everything seemed to be paused. The Yuqing Immortal Light around him suddenly brightened a bit, and a supreme and inviolable sense of majesty spread out.
"The Netherworld Sea of Blood, a filthy and ferocious land, gave birth to such a bloodthirsty race, yet they dare to covet the Hunyuan Dao Fruit? They are utterly ignorant of their own limitations!"
A cold glint flashed in his eyes; he felt offended by the Malevolent Qi and questioning gaze from the Minghe.
The Sect Master Tongtian raised an eyebrow, a smile of interest appearing on his handsome face, his eyes sharp as a drawn Qingping Sword.
"Oh? This old Demon Lord is quite resolute. He's accumulated so much merit in Establishing a Religion his Merit, yet he hasn't taken that step? Interesting, truly interesting!"
Tongtian's fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the ancient scabbard of the Qingping Sword, producing a crisp sound, while a hint of fighting spirit rose in his eyes.
"Those Yuantu and Abi are innate killing treasures, their sharpness is so great, I really want to test them."
Laozi was inactive, his face as still as a deep well, like the unchanging chaos of eternity. He glanced indifferently in the direction of the Blood Sea, then slowly withdrew his gaze, leaving only a calm and unwavering statement:
"Forcing things when the time is not right will only bring disaster."
The voice was not loud, yet it clearly drowned out Yuanshi's cold snort and Tongtian's whisper, like a morning bell and evening drum, carrying a kind of indifferent understanding of the secrets of heaven.
Slowly closing his eyes, he felt as if the Blood Sea spectacle that had shaken the Primordial Wilderness was merely a gentle breeze passing through the mountains, insignificant.
However, Laozi's indifference, Yuanshi's cold rebuke, and Tongtian's fighting spirit—these three Sages' completely different reactions were like three invisible torrents that pierced through the barriers of time and space without any hindrance, clearly imprinting themselves on the violent and sensitive primordial spirit of the Minghe!
"The opportunity hasn't arrived yet? Forcing it will only bring disaster? It's filthy and vicious, a presumptuous attempt to spy?"
In the mind of the Ancestor Minghe, it was as if billions of the Blood Sea thunderbolts had been thrown in, exploding with a deafening roar!
The thoughts of the three Sages, especially the undisguised contempt and rejection of the Yuanshi Tianzun and the all-knowing yet indifferent pronouncement of Laozi, were like red-hot steel needles, piercing his proud and arrogant heart that had been isolated for billions of years!
The atmosphere in the Blood God Palace, which was almost sacred under the Golden Light of Merit, suddenly changed drastically.
The brilliant golden light of Merit, as if splashed with the most filthy ink, was instantly tainted and devoured by an uncontrollable, violent resentment originating from the source of the Blood Sea! Crimson, pure to the extreme, representing slaughter, filth, and Destruction, erupted with a roar, like billions of enraged ancient beasts breaking free of all restraints, completely engulfing the entire palace!
"Hahaha..."
Minghe laughed wildly, his laughter no longer filled with confusion and resentment, but with boundless rage, madness, and a resolute determination to destroy everything in his path!
The laughter was like the wailing of billions of vengeful ghosts, or the furious roar of an ancient Blood Waves, shattering the Blood Sea and void inch by inch.
"What a convenient opportunity! What a vile and filthy place! Are Sage so great? Heavenly Dao is unjust, so I will prove my own way! Today, I, the humble Minghe, will use this Blood Sea as my foundation and slaughter as my blade to ask you, my 'high and mighty' Sage —why has my way failed?!"