Three streaks of Escape Light crossed the northern horizon and landed on the dark-red wasteland at the edge of the Blood Sea.
Pan Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his purple-gold robes snapping in the bloody wind. Vast Righteous Qi formed a pale-golden halo around him, keeping out the foul air that permeated the Blood Sea.
Houtu stood beside him, the phantom of the Destruction Stele flickering behind her, devouring every trace of Turbid Fiend Qi that approached.
Zhu Jiuyin stood at a leisurely ease half a step behind them. Silvery-white power of time flowed slowly through his cloudy old eyes; he had already scanned the timelines within ten thousand li of the Blood Sea.
The Blood Sea remained as turbid and filthy as ever.
Dark-red waves of blood churned endlessly between heaven and earth. Thick blood mist filled the air above the sea, its fetid stench interwoven with the power of resentment and malice, staining this stretch of heaven and earth the dark red of a slaughter ground.
Countless remains drifted with the bloody waves. Now and then, Blood Fiends wandered through the blood mist, letting out soundless wails.
Pan Xuan was in no hurry to speak.
He stood at the edge of the Blood Sea with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing layer upon layer of bloody waves to look into the depths of that boundless abyss.
He knew Minghe had already sensed their arrival.
Deep within the Blood Sea, inside the Netherworld Blood Sea Palace.
Minghe sat cross-legged upon the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus. The two innate killing swords, Yuantu and Abi, hovered beside him, their killing intent held in check like two venomous snakes lying dormant.
His face was as sinister as ever, his dark-red robes blending with the aura of