The Blood Sea was calm and unruffled.
On this day, Wu Chu and the Twelve Ancestral Witches arrived here.
Accompanying them were Wu Chu's other three wives, Little Sparrow Feng Xi, Benevolent Virtue Daoist Red Cloud, and Wu Chu's disciples Huanglong and Feng Yi.
As soon as they appeared above the Blood Sea, waves immediately surged across its surface. Minghe, lord of the Blood Sea, stepped out from the waves and bowed. "Minghe greets Daoist Wende, Benevolent Virtue Daoist, and all fellow Daoists. May I ask why you have come to the Blood Sea?"
Everyone returned the bow. Wu Chu stepped forward and said, "Nothing much. We merely feel that, after the myriad races of the Primordial World die, their souls have nowhere to go. So we intend to use this place to build a Netherworld, guiding and gathering the souls of all races there, then helping them reincarnate and cultivate anew..."
Minghe's expression immediately turned cold. He felt that these people had gone too far. "The Blood Sea is where I reside. Have you asked this poor Daoist before doing such a thing?"
At once, the Ancestral Witches snorted in disdain. A mere Minghe was not worth their notice. The hardheaded Gonggong even looked at Wu Chu. "If he won't cooperate, beat him!"
Wu Chu was somewhat speechless. He glanced at the Ancestral Witches and found that the others seemed to share the same thought. He could not help coughing lightly before saying to Minghe, "Isn't that why we came to ask? What do you think, Fellow Daoist Minghe?"
Minghe was furious. Gonggong's words had not been hidden from him at all. This was outright bullying.
"Like this poor Daoist, you are all officials of the Heavenly Court. Are you planning to gang up on the weak and bully