If a Race of Great Potential Could Be Created, It Might Draw Heavenly Dao Merit, Even If It Could Not Become

A vortex rose in the Blood Sea.

A massive spatial passage appeared within the vortex.

At the same time, a boy attendant clad in blood stood there.

Though a Great Principle was nothing to a Quasi-Sage, they were still a mighty expert and could not be treated with too much discourtesy.

Sending a boy attendant to receive and guide him was only proper.

Zhu Yin bowed toward the Blood Sea, thanking Ancestor Minghe for agreeing to meet him, then transformed into a streak of azure light and flew into the vortex.

Space shifted, and the scenery sped backward.

When Zhu Yin landed again, he had already entered the depths of the Blood Sea and stood before a magnificent palace.

After straightening his robes, he stepped inside.

A moment later, he looked at Ancestor Minghe seated above and bowed.

"Mount Sumeru disciple Zhu Yin greets Ancestor Minghe."

Ancestor Minghe was ruthless and sparing with words.

His temperament was as simple and direct as that of the Witch Clan.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he went straight to the point and asked,

"This seat has never had any dealings with your Mount Sumeru lineage. What exactly brings you here?"

Zhu Yin had already made inquiries of the blood-robed boy attendant on the way.

Ancestor Minghe had only just emerged from seclusion. He likely had not yet conceived of creating the Asura Clan, or rather, he had not yet put the idea into practice. There was only the faintest notion of it, and he had yet to consider questions such as how to proceed or what exactly to create.

After all, creating a race was no easy matter.

Nuwa had also suffered many setbacks and conducted countless experiments when creating the Human Clan. She had spent nine thousand years on Mount Kongtong