The vast Blood Sea rolled up towering waves, its terrifying Killing Intent spreading across three trillion kilometers, turning this place into a forbidden zone for life.
This was the Blood Sea.
But today, the Blood Sea was far from tranquil. Like a raging furious dragon, terrifying storm waves swept across the entire Blood Sea.
"Li! Yun!"
Suddenly, an enraged roar came from the Blood Sea, resounding through the Three Realms.
Above the Blood Sea, a blood-colored figure stared fixedly in the direction of Jade Wanderer Palace, his eyes brimming with hatred and fury.
Styx Ancestor was filled with rage. The twelve-petaled Karmic Fire Red Lotus, a connate supreme treasure that had accompanied him through countless ages, had been lost just like that. This hurt him more than the death of a son.
After all, those sons and daughters had been created by him, much like Nüwa molding humans from clay. Naturally, he did not feel much attachment to them.
But the twelve-petaled Karmic Fire Red Lotus was different. It was the supreme treasure through which he had attained the Dao, practically a part of his flesh and blood.
Now that he had lost this connate supreme treasure, one could well imagine the grief in his heart.
But it was no damn use. All he could do was stare helplessly.
Because Jade Wanderer Palace was home to a powerful Saint—Heavenly Venerable Lingbao.
Styx Ancestor did not even dare entertain the thought of going there to cause trouble and vent his resentment. He was certain that if he went after Li Yun, Heavenly Venerable Lingbao would slap him to death.
However—
Styx Ancestor turned his furious gaze toward Wuzhuang Temple. The twelve-petaled Karmic Fire Red Lotus bore his mark, so naturally he knew what had happened in the end. It was precisely