Old Ancestor Minghe Appears Mid-Journey

In the Primordial World, there was a deadly place known as the Netherworld Blood Sea, formed from several drops of foul blood at Great God Pangu's navel.

The ferocious, baleful aura pervading the Netherworld Blood Sea could cloud one's mind, while its towering waves of blood could dissolve souls and devour bones.

Not a single living being who entered it escaped death.

Even if a being was lucky enough to evade the blood waves and baleful aura, they would be swallowed alive by the Asura Clan dwelling within the sea of blood.

More terrifying still was the master of the Netherworld Blood Sea—Old Ancestor Minghe.

His companion treasures, the Yuantu and Abi swords, killed without incurring karma. He had founded the Killing Cult, seeking to achieve Dao through slaughter.

That day, the Netherworld Blood Sea, spanning hundreds of millions of miles, suddenly surged into the sky like a crimson cloud blanketing half the heavens.

Blood rain fell across the Primordial World, and the overwhelming killing intent made every living being prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Some even lost their minds outright, becoming machines that knew only slaughter.

Within Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, a sharp gleam flashed through Daoist Randeng's eyes as he raised his head and met Venerable Primordial's gaze.

Though Venerable Primordial did not utter a word, Daoist Randeng understood at once, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

"How dare you!"

As he gazed at the blood-red half of the sky, Sect Master Tongtian's furious roar rang out from Azure Palace.

A green lotus flew out of the palace, transforming into a streak of sword light that pierced through heaven and earth as it shot straight toward Old Ancestor Minghe.

The Tongtian sword light crossed time and space, reaching him in the blink of an eye, yet Old Ancestor Minghe neither dodged nor evaded.

"Are you still not going to make your move?"

Old Ancestor Minghe's roar came from within the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The next moment, that sword light abruptly vanished before him, dissipating between heaven and earth.

"Ha ha ha!"

After a burst of laughter, Old Ancestor Minghe suddenly accelerated, passing through the Primordial World's barrier and entering chaos.

Sect Master Tongtian immediately sensed that something was wrong and was about to head into chaos to support Ye Changqing.

But two figures suddenly appeared and blocked him within Golden Ao Island, filling him with fury.

"Jieyin, Zhunti, what do you mean by this?"

Sect Master Tongtian angrily questioned the Two Sages of the West.

Daoist Jieyin said with a smile, "Nothing more than wishing to exchange a few moves with you, Fellow Daoist."

Sect Master Tongtian flew into a rage at once, gripping the Qingping Sword as he launched into battle against the two.

The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was his trump card. This was simply not the time to use it.

The sword light Sect Master Tongtian had sent forth earlier had vanished without a trace. Someone else must have been acting in secret.

He had no idea which Saint of the Primordial World was making a move.

The Two Sages of the West stood before him, while Laozi and Venerable Primordial shared the same lineage as himself. By that reasoning, only two answers remained.

Was it the one in Empress Wa's Palace?

Or the one in the Netherworld Underworld?

No matter who it was, their intentions were obvious: to prevent Ye Changqing from achieving the Dao of Primordial Unity!

Sect Master Tongtian had no time to think further and was about to go protect his disciple's Dao attainment.

Though the Two Sages of the West were individually weaker than Sect Master Tongtian, together they could still hold him back for a time.

"How despicable!"

"Let's go help Senior Disciple Brother..."

For a moment, the ten thousand immortals of the Jie Cult were united in righteous indignation, each preparing to unleash their divine abilities and rush into chaos to provide aid.

"Nonsense!"

A sharp rebuke rang out. Sect Master Tongtian activated the sect-protecting grand formation, sealing off all of Golden Ao Island.

Even if these people went, they would be of no help. On the contrary, they might become burdens to Ye Changqing.

"Those two bald donkeys from the West have no shame at all!"

"That damned old thief Minghe only knows how to bully the young with his seniority..."

Bixiao hated evil above all else. Though she could not go support Senior Disciple Brother, she absolutely would not spare these scum with her words.

The ten thousand immortals of the Jie Cult immediately united as one. So what if they were Saints? Today, they would throw caution to the wind.

Over the Eastern Sea, the furious curses of the ten thousand immortals of the Jie Cult spread throughout the entire Primordial World.

Even the shameless Saints Jieyin and Zhunti of the West finally lost their composure.

"Saints must not be insulted!"

Daoist Zhunti instantly flew into a rage, stepping forward as he prepared to set foot on the island and make them all pay the price.

Sect Master Tongtian was held back by Daoist Jieyin and could not break free, so he could only summon the Four Immortal Slaying Swords to protect the entire island.

The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation could not be broken without four Saints!

The Jie Cult disciples had originally held something back, but the moment the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation rose, every one of them sprang to life.

In cultivation, we may not compare to a Saint like you, but when it comes to trading insults, we've never bowed to anyone.

Daoist Zhunti could only fly into a helpless rage and attack Golden Ao Island with all his might, yet he nearly ended up trapped within the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.

Seeing that Daoist Jieyin was about to lose his footing, Daoist Zhunti could only cast one final glare at the myriad immortals of the Jie Cult before hurrying over to help.

Though the myriad immortals of the Jie Cult had thoroughly enjoyed themselves with their words, they could not actually offer Ye Changqing much help.

Old Ancestor Minghe moved with incredible speed, reaching beyond the heavens in the blink of an eye and striking while Ye Changqing had only just emerged from the illusion, still half-awake.

The boundless sea of blood instantly swallowed Ye Changqing, while four hundred and eighty million Blood God Son avatars surrounded him on all sides.

His true body hid among the avatars, standing upon the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus and wielding Yuantu and Abi, two Innate Slaughtering Spiritual Treasures, as he waited for a chance to launch a sneak attack.

Old Ancestor Minghe could be said to be the number one person in the primordial world who wished to Become a Saint.

Back when Empress Nuwa created humanity and became a Saint, he too had wanted to create living beings and gain merit to Become a Saint.

Though he had created the Asura Clan, they were not the protagonists of heaven and earth.

The merit bestowed by the Heavenly Dao had been so meager that it was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

Later, when the Three Pure Ones and others established their teachings and became Saints, he imitated the Three Pure Ones by founding the Killing Cult, attempting to achieve Dao through slaughter.

But that plan had failed as well...

Now that he saw someone about to achieve Dao before him, how could he possibly allow it?

"Clang!"

A sword cry rang out. The sea of blood shattered, revealing Ye Changqing's figure.

Old Ancestor Minghe, riding the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, had already arrived before him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

There was no sword in Ye Changqing's hand, yet every collision with the two swords in Old Ancestor Minghe's hands rang out with the clang of metal striking metal.

Or perhaps Ye Changqing himself was a razor-sharp sword!

In a single instant, the two exchanged countless blows. Sword light spilled in every direction, churning the entire chaos.

The longer Old Ancestor Minghe fought, the more alarmed he became. This brat's swordsmanship was so superb—how could even his magical power be no weaker than his own?

He was of the same generation as the Three Pure Ones. How could a mere junior, after only several tens of thousands of years, become so terrifying?

Old Ancestor Minghe retreated, and the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus beneath him spewed streams of karmic fire, trapping Ye Changqing within.

As long as Ye Changqing touched even a wisp of karmic fire, he would be burned to nothing.

Yet Ye Changqing neither dodged nor evaded, actually allowing the karmic fire to burn him.

Old Ancestor Minghe was instantly overjoyed. He immediately withdrew from the battlefield and waited for this arrogant fellow to pay the price for his wrong decision.

But Ye Changqing stood unmoving amid the karmic fire, and it could not harm him in the slightest.

Old Ancestor Minghe's laughter came to an abrupt halt. The slap to the face had come too suddenly, leaving him stunned for a moment.

He immediately came to his senses. Unless he used his ultimate move, he truly would be unable to defeat Ye Changqing.

The sea of blood transformed into countless Blood God Son avatars that lunged at Ye Changqing and instantly detonated themselves.

Four hundred and eighty million Blood God Sons exploded at once. Even a Saint might not emerge completely unscathed.

He seemed already to see Ye Changqing's miserable fate.

The blood of such a heavenly talent would surely be delicious, wouldn't it?