Boom!
A powerful pressure erupted from Minghe. Taking advantage of becoming the Lord of the Asura Path, he broke through directly to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.
Minghe abruptly opened his eyes, a flash of divine light flickering through them.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Minghe. Your future path is boundless," Chen Yu said.
A rare smile appeared on Minghe's eternally expressionless face. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Imperial Lord, for granting me this opportunity."
Chen Yu waved his hand and saw him off. "You should already understand your mission. I will not keep you any longer."
Now that Minghe had accepted the position of Lord of the Asura Path, he naturally needed to return to the Blood Sea and create the Asura Race. He was getting on board first and paying the fare afterward.
"Yes, I will return to the Blood Sea at once," Minghe answered with cupped hands.
As he spoke, a vicious glint flashed through his eyes. He had no intention of sparing those who had coveted his spiritual treasures.
With that, Minghe turned and departed. He had arrived burdened with worries, but left with a spring in his step, his face radiant and his heart filled with anticipation for the path ahead.
Watching Minghe's departing figure, Chen Yu fell into thought.
It seemed he could not expect those innate divinities to join the Underworld on their own. If he wanted to fill the remaining positions, he would have to take the initiative and find suitable candidates.
Alternatively, having the Ancestral Witches of the Witch Race take those positions would not be a bad idea. Houtu would surely feel more at ease using her own people.
With that in mind, Chen Yu no longer intended to search the Prehistoric World for people. He entered the Three