Having made up his mind, Qing Huan no longer hesitated. With a flash, he headed once more toward the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
He had to stop Minghe before he went to Purple Cloud Palace to hear the Dao. Otherwise, considering that fellow's current wealth, he might actually use the Profound Origin Water Control Banner to slay a corpse.
That would be troublesome. Of the other flags, two were in the hands of the Three Pure Ones, one was with Jieyin and Zhunti, and another was with the Queen Mother of the West.
Even he would need to make careful plans...
Meanwhile, on Penglai Immortal Island.
East Prince had spent a thousand years recuperating in Myriad Immortals Hall. The wound on his chest, burned by the Seven-Colored Divine Light, had finally healed somewhat, but the stabbing pain deep within his primordial spirit still constantly reminded him of that day's humiliation.
He suddenly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, killing intent surging in his eyes.
"Qing Huan! I, East Prince, will not rest until one of us is dead!"
Back above the Eastern Sea, before the Dragon Clan and his immortal generals.
The Head of Male Immortals, personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, had been beaten by Qing Huan until he fled in disgrace. Not only had he lost all face, but the two Grand Unity Golden Immortals whom the Immortal Court had painstakingly recruited had also died on the spot.
No matter what, he could not swallow this outrage!
"Once my Immortal Court grows strong, Qing Huan will be the first to perish!"
East Prince gritted his teeth, his gaze sweeping over the sea of clouds beyond the hall.
"At that time, those hundreds of thousands of immortal islands will all belong to the Immortal Court!"