Ancestor Minghe

Indra hadn't realized the danger yet and continued arrogantly, "So what if they're the Three Pure Ones? In front of our Ancestor, they're nothing!"

"Looking for death!"

Xuanqing shouted angrily.

Xuanqing had become Yuanshi's disciple tens of thousands of years ago. Since then, he had considered himself one with the future Chan Sect, and Indra's words struck him as far too disrespectful!

He stopped holding back. The vast amount of Xuan Qi within him, which he had originally intended to use to escape, surged into action.

Xuanqing formed a hand seal with his left hand and held his sword in his right.

A ball of azure energy quickly took shape in his palm, growing larger and larger.

The surrounding space began to twist violently under the strain of this energy. It even touched upon the legendary Power of Law that lay beyond the Sages.

The arrogant expression on Indra's face suddenly froze.

He had sensed a deadly threat!

He had never encountered an attack like the one Xuanqing was unleashing.

How could a Golden Immortal release such a terrifying attack?

"You..."

Indra had just started to speak when Xuanqing thrust the ball of energy forward.

"I never wanted to fight. But now that things have come to this, whether you live or die is no longer up to you!"

Xuanqing gave a quiet shout.

The azure Xuan Qi sphere spun as it slammed toward Indra.

It was incredibly fast.

Indra's pupils contracted.

He absolutely couldn't take this attack head-on!

He tried to dodge, only to find that the surrounding space had already been locked down by that Xuan Qi, leaving him unable to move.

"Damn it!"

Indra roared.

He stopped holding back. A colossal phantom, tens of thousands of feet tall, suddenly appeared behind him.

It had three heads and six arms, a blue-green face and fangs. Blood Qi and killing intent surged from its entire body.

It was the Asura Clan's innate divine ability—the Asura Battle Form!

With the battle form's appearance, Indra's aura soared, instantly breaking through the limits of a Taiyi Golden Immortal and faintly reaching an even higher level.

He raised his four arms high. The boundless, foul demonic power of the Blood Sea was drawn toward him, gathering above his head into an enormous blood-red blade.

"Asura, cleave!"

Indra roared as the enormous blood-red blade came crashing down on the azure Xuan Qi sphere.

Xuanqing stared at the colossal Asura phantom, startled.

Only then did he suddenly remember.

Ancestor Minghe was supposed to have gained enlightenment and created the Asura Clan only after Nuwa Creates Humans.

So how did they already exist? And how had one of the Four Great Demon Generals, someone like Indra, appeared as well?

Could his own arrival have caused some kind of butterfly effect?

But there was no time to think it through.

The Xuan Qi and the blood-red blade light furiously eroded and annihilated each other.

At the point where the two forces met, the space was torn open in a series of pitch-black cracks, revealing the underlying Chaos.

Xuanqing grunted as an immense force rebounded against him, roiling his blood and Qi.

After all, he was only a Golden Immortal, while Indra, with the help of the Asura Battle Form, had unleashed power that was already infinitely close to the threshold of a Da Luo Golden Immortal.

In a head-on clash, Xuanqing would definitely come off worse.

This won't do. I can't beat him! Alarm bells rang in Xuanqing's mind.

Without hesitation, he willed it, and a Daoist robe shimmering with a gentle, mystic yellow light appeared on him.

The Xuan De Merit Robe!

Having done that, Xuanqing prepared to endure the remaining shockwave and then turn and flee. As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood. Fighting a madman in his own home was just foolish.

However, at the very center of the energy, which was on the verge of collapse, the blood-red blade light ultimately proved stronger. It overwhelmed the azure Xuan Qi and, still carrying its remaining force, came slashing down at Xuanqing!

A savage smile appeared on Indra's face.

Xuanqing had also pushed his magic power to its limit, preparing to face the fierce blow.

But at that critical moment—

"Whoosh!"

A faint sound of something slicing through the air came from the depths of the Blood Sea.

The next instant, a blood-red sword shadow, moving too fast to follow, appeared before the blade light, though it had set off later.

The sword shadow swept lightly around it.

The enormous blade light, powerful enough to cleave mountains and split seas, had been unleashed with all Indra's strength—yet it shattered instantly, as if made of paper!

It turned into Blood Fiend Qi and returned to the Blood Sea below.

The whole process was as smooth as flowing water.

The smile on Indra's face froze, replaced by shock.

Xuanqing also froze, then looked up in surprise toward the depths of the Blood Sea.

"Rumble—"

The entire Nether Blood Sea began to churn violently.

A colossal whirlpool formed at its center.

Then an enormous head, too vast for words to describe, slowly rose from the whirlpool.

Its face was weathered, its eyes closed. Blood-red hair cascaded like a waterfall, merging into the Blood Sea. Its skin was pale, with a vermilion mark at the center of its brow.

Though it was only a head, the pressure it emanated made the entire world tremble.

Xuanqing's pupils narrowed.

He recognized the sword shadow from just now.

The Yuantu Sword!

Then the identity of the colossal head before him was obvious.

Ancestor Minghe!

He was one of the most formidable figures in all of Honghuang.

Formed from Pangu's polluted blood, he had been born in the Nether Blood Sea. He had been accompanied from birth by two supreme-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, the Yuantu and Abhi swords, as well as the Twelve Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus.

He followed the path of slaughter, proclaiming, "Kill the heavens, kill the earth, kill all living beings." Though he rarely left the Blood Sea, anyone who dared provoke him would face a fight to the death.

The Asura Clan he had created had ugly men and beautiful women. They were born combative and were one of the most formidable fighting races in Honghuang.

Xuanqing felt that the pressure emanating from the head's avatar was even greater than that of Demon Master Kunpeng, whom he had encountered on Kunlun Mountain.

"A-Ancestor!"

The instant Indra saw the colossal head, all his fighting spirit and killing intent vanished without a trace, leaving only a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

He hurriedly dismissed the Asura Battle Form and descended from the air, kneeling respectfully upon the Blood Sea, his entire body trembling.

"Indra, one of the Four Great Demon Generals, pays his respects to Ancestor!"

Ancestor Minghe's enormous head slowly opened its eyes.

What kind of eyes were they?

Eternal blood-red light filled them.

His gaze first fell on Indra.

"Even the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain have to think twice about how much they're worth?"

A cold voice rang directly in Indra's mind.

At those words, Indra trembled even more violently. He bowed his head low and hurriedly said, "Please forgive me, Ancestor! This disciple... This disciple spoke rashly for a moment. Killing intent clouded my mind! I deserve to die!"

He regretted it so much that his guts turned to green.

Ancestor Minghe hated being compared to others, and Indra knew he had touched the Ancestor's sore spot this time.

"Our Asura Clan may be wild and proud, but we must never be stupid."

"To claim you can do something you cannot is stupidity."

As soon as the words fell,

two thin beams of blood-red light shot from Ancestor Minghe's eyes, striking Indra's right arm in an instant.

"Ah!"

Indra let out a piercing scream.

His entire right arm, along with his shoulder blade, vanished in the blood-red light. Not a single drop of blood spilled.