Lin Changqing looked up at Ming He without the slightest fear.
At that moment, Ming He's Evil Corpse vanished from above the sea, leaving only his Good Corpse and Self Corpse behind.
The Good Corpse regarded Lin Changqing with a genial smile, while the Self Corpse radiated an imposing air.
Even though the Evil Corpse had left, there were still two of them: one playing the villain, the other the good guy.
As expected, these Quasi-Sage peak powerhouses were old monsters who had fought their way through the ancient times. None of them was truly a good person.
"Little friend, don't be like this!"
"The Blood Sea is vast and boundless. You may take whatever treasures you like from within it!"
"It's only right that you use them to comprehend the Dao and cultivate!"
"The Saint Ship may be useful, but it isn't much of a treasure. I can use this treasure to help you cross the Blood Sea."
"Also, I'll have a Blood God Son protect you!"
Ming He's Good Corpse spoke to Lin Changqing. With a motion of his hand, a streak of blood-red light shot forth, transforming into a crimson lotus with twelve petals that bloomed above the Blood Sea.
The crimson lotus slowly revolved, reaching an astonishing height of a hundred and twenty thousand zhang!
Its boundless pressure was enough to make one's heart tremble. Countless intricate patterns adorned it, and even a single glance made one's heart quiver, as though the patterns were carvings of the Great Dao.
Though it merely floated above the Blood Sea, the waters within a hundred million li around it were utterly calm. The Blood Sea's countless spirits sat as still as cicadas in winter, shivering and not daring to move.
The Twelve-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus!
Lin Changqing's pupils