The places the Golden Crows had once ravaged were still scarred beyond recognition. The Demon Clan had naturally not subdued the myriad races with mere words. Everywhere the two passed, they saw the darkest side of the Prehistoric Era.
As they continued their travels, Houtu began to feel compassion for the myriad races. Was this truly the Prehistoric Era she wished to see?
In the end, Xiao brought Houtu to the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
Before stepping into the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Xiao halted.
"Houtu, if you do not mind, please give me two drops of your essence blood."
Her essence blood contained Houtu's Origin, and every drop was immensely important to her. Yet Houtu believed Xiao had his reasons, so she still gritted her teeth and squeezed out two drops.
After losing her essence blood, Houtu's aura instantly weakened. Fortunately, she possessed a Primordial Spirit and could withstand such a loss.
Xiao put away Houtu's essence blood, then led her into the Blood Sea.
Houtu had hardly ever left the Eastern Continent, and this was her first time witnessing the Blood Sea's scenery.
Baleful Qi rose endlessly into the sky, while countless streams of blood gathered from every corner of the Prehistoric Era. The stench was so foul that even Houtu, in her Ancestral Witch true body, found it difficult to bear.
"Venerable, this blood is...?"
"Do not speak. Watch closely!"
Xiao did not answer her and instead led her deeper into the Blood Sea.
As they traveled onward, Remnant Souls began appearing one after another in Houtu's sight. Within the memories of those Remnant Souls, Houtu saw scenes from their past lives.
Some had died because the Demon Clan ravaged the land and forcibly conquered their races. Some had perished when the Ten Golden Crows scourged the