Lu Xuan and Houtu headed toward the Netherworld Blood Sea. As they drew near, they found an ever-growing number of wandering souls.
As though summoned by the Blood Sea, these wandering souls surged forward one after another, heading for the Netherworld Blood Sea.
Especially when Lu Xuan and Houtu arrived at the shore of the Netherworld Blood Sea, they were even more stunned by the scene before them.
Watching the wandering souls leap into the Netherworld Blood Sea one after another, devour each other, and finally give birth to Asuras, Lu Xuan could not help but sigh.
"No wonder Nuwa was able to become a Sage by creating humanity, while Minghe could not break through by creating the Asura Race."
"Just look at it—how many souls must devour one another before a single Asura can be born? Such a cruel method of creation, if it did not conform to fate, would bring not Merit, but heavenly punishment."
At this moment, Houtu also felt that such a method was far too cruel. If souls were to be given a place to return to in this manner, they might as well devour one another in the Primordial World.
The more Houtu watched, the crueler it seemed. In the end, she could barely bear to look. Tears unconsciously slipped from the corners of her eyes.
Lu Xuan did not disturb Houtu, merely watching quietly. When Houtu stopped, he stopped as well; when Houtu moved forward, he followed.
In the end, Houtu reached the westernmost edge of the Netherworld Blood Sea. There stood a towering mountain that pierced the clouds, known as Yin Mountain.
The greatest number of wandering souls gathered here. They leapt down from the summit of Yin Mountain, throwing themselves into the Netherworld Blood Sea without regard for their lives, all