Fifty Thousand Years of Saints' Hard Labor, a Moment's Worth of All Beings as Gods and Buddhas

"Excellent! The bearing of a hegemonic state, the majesty of the Dou Clan!" Meng Tianhai praised. "I'll confiscate this Cloud Dream Boat for now!"

The surging Blood River leaped up like a dragon, wrenching itself in its entirety from this Rootless World, only to be swallowed by Meng Tianhai in a single gulp!

The Blood River, which had stretched across Calamity Water for fifty-four thousand years and been regarded as the Human Race's line of defense, vanished into nothing with a single thought. It left the Sea of Sin with a strangely "bald" feeling.

But the Jade Belt Sea soon diverted over, while the muddy waves from farther out naturally began invading inward.

Meng Tianhai raised his eyes. Infinite might poured into that gaze, stirring the boundless muddy waves into raging billows before they abruptly retreated a hundred miles, mud turning clear!

With his power alone, with a single glance, he expanded the clear waters outward by a hundred miles, adding several more inches to the Jade Belt Sea's "waistline."

Such power was simply unimaginable.

Worthy indeed of the man who had single-handedly resisted the remnants of the saints' scheme for fifty-four thousand years.

Earlier, awakening the power of the ages and punching the grandmasters of every school, he had already displayed the very peak of strength beneath Transcendence.

Yet that had not been his limit.

Only now did he take the fifty-four-thousand-year Blood River as his Dao body!

That incomparably magnificent boat of dreams rested in his palm, tiny and exquisite, like a child's toy.

Meng Tianhai said no more, but his attitude was perfectly clear—he was eagerly anticipating how the Chu Kingdom would beat him to death after he stepped through the Gate of Red Dust.

Song Bodhi, standing upon the golden bridge, had already lost her connection