Just as Ancestor Minghe was pondering,
Qin Mu and Houtu Ancestral Witch cupped their hands in greeting.
"Daoist Minghe."
"Houtu Ancestral Witch and I followed those departed souls here."
"We didn't expect to disturb you."
Ancestor Minghe heard them and gave a slight nod, not taking it to heart.
If it had been anyone else, his temperament would have led him to send them packing long ago.
But these two were no ordinary visitors. One was an Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan, and the other was the chief disciple of Saint Tongtian, the Senior Brother of the Sect of Interception.
Though Ancestor Minghe was arrogant, he had no wish to fall out with them over such a trivial matter.
"Rumble..."
Just then, a disturbance arose in the Blood Sea.
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted.
In an instant, the aura enveloped the countless departed souls.
"Ahhh..."
Countless souls cried out in agony.
At last, under the cover of that terrifying aura, they vanished from the world.
By the edge of the Blood Sea, Qin Mu and the other two watched everything unfold.
Neither Qin Mu nor Ancestor Minghe showed the slightest reaction.
Ancestor Minghe and the Nether Blood Sea were one and the same. As the saying went, "As long as the Blood Sea remains, Minghe will never die!"
He had long since grown used to sights like this.
As for Qin Mu, he was familiar with the Nether Blood Sea.
He knew it had formed from Pangu's navel after he created the world.
It was the gathering place of the most yin and filthy things in the Primordial World.
It contained not only innate baleful energy, but also the resentments of Chaos Demon Gods.
Cultivators below the Great Principle Golden Immortal realm couldn't withstand the Nether Blood Sea's corrosive