"It seems I'd better go into seclusion for a while. If I mishandle things, I really could perish in this calamity."
Zhen Yuanzi had made up his mind.
The Primordial Chaos World had already fallen into turmoil.
Even the powerful Witch and Monster Races couldn't escape this calamity unscathed.
For an unaffiliated cultivator like him, getting caught up in it would be truly dangerous.
After all, his greatest source of strength was himself.
If he were injured after encountering a powerful enemy, he'd really be in dire straits.
Zhen Yuanzi wasn't the only one who thought this way.
Ancestor Minghe in the Endless Sea of Blood had reached the same conclusion.
Ancestor Minghe was also looking up in astonishment.
His eyes, too, were filled with disbelief.
He knew full well just how deep his foundations were.
In terms of those foundations, he was in no way inferior to the Two Sages of the West.
He was a spirit born in the Endless Sea of Blood.
He had come into being through the Endless Sea of Blood. As long as the Primordial Chaos World continued to function normally, countless sinister and foul forces would keep flowing into the Blood Sea.
The Blood Sea would grow ever larger.
And as one who had been born from the Blood Sea, Ancestor Minghe's combat power would naturally grow stronger and stronger.
In other words, a being like him could gradually grow more powerful simply by relying on the Endless Sea of Blood, even without cultivating.
What was more, when he cultivated, he did so with a kind of fanatical intensity.
Later, he created the Asura Race and gained an immense amount of Great Dao fortune.
By all rights, he should have been one of the most powerful beings in the Primordial World—without equal.