Perhaps this was the nature of living beings: once their strength reached a certain realm, they lost their original sense of reverence.
Leaning on Yuantu and Abi, Ming He slowly rose to his feet. This time, he did not dare attack again. That single blow had already cost him half his life.
He had thought that with the Blood God Sons, he would be safe and sound, perhaps even Saints would be unable to harm him. Yet now, he had suffered a crushing blow.
That unknown blood light had caused his cultivation to fall by an entire realm. It seemed to have been merely the stele's passive counterattack. If it had truly attacked him, he would likely have died here.
Only then did Ming He turn his gaze to the Dao Patterns upon the stele. They were Dao Patterns for purifying souls, of no use to him.
Yet the large characters at the top made Ming He's body tremble uncontrollably.
"Xuan Qing, Immeasurable Dao Venerable!"
Was this not the Dao Venerable's title? Bitterness rose in Ming He's heart. This was actually a method left behind by the Dao Venerable, yet he had still thought of attacking him. Wasn't that courting death?
In truth, Ming He had misunderstood. Xuan Qing had not left behind any method. This was the Blood Sea Origin's own counterattack.
The vortex connected to a world that purified Remnant Souls. How could the Blood Sea Origin tolerate others destroying it? Had Ming He not been born from the Blood Sea, that blood light would have erased him just now.
Of course, Ming He's attack on the stele had also drawn Xuan Qing's attention. After all, it was through guiding Remnant Souls that he had caused the Great Dao to bestow his title upon him, so Xuan Qing