A chorus of voices rang out across the Primordial World. The speakers were none other than the reclusive old monsters rarely seen in this world!
Their strength was at least Quasi-Sage level, and they had existed since around the time of the ancient calamities.
Any one of them appearing at random would have been enough to shake the entire Primordial World!
Yet now, they all watched what was happening with their hearts pounding in alarm.
Those who had lived through the calamities and witnessed the devastation of countless lives were especially shaken.
If the Witch and Demon Clans went to war, it would surely bring another catastrophe upon the Primordial World!
It might even trigger a new calamity!
But not every mighty elder reacted this way.
In the far north of the Primordial World lay a vast marsh, foul and filthy, filled with tainted blood. It had formed from a mass of blood beneath Pangu's navel when he transformed into the world.
The Blood Sea!
"Shahaha! It's good that the Witch and Demon Clans are at war. Let the Primordial World descend into chaos!"
"Only if chaos reigns will I have a chance to become a Sage, and my Blood God Palace will finally rise!"
Anyone hearing those words would have felt a chill run down their spine and their heart lurch in alarm!
Their mind would be thrown into turmoil, their heart pounding with dread.
This was the Blood Sea, and only one person had spoken: the Blood Sea's patriarch, Ming He!
Also in the far north, within the North Sea, an island stretching trillions of miles drifted beneath the waves, moving at astonishing speed. Palaces stood upon it, and it was called Netherworld!
Inside the Nether Hall, a figure hidden in darkness watched everything unfolding in the Primordial