The weather in the Mortal Realm was nice, with clear skies stretching for miles without a cloud in sight. The deep blue sky filled the eye. Big Chef held his phone, somewhat bewildered. "What's going on?"
What was going on? The Asura Path was without wind or waves. By the crimson Blood Sea, everything as far as the eye could see was a murky red, painful enough to make one's heart bleed. Minghe stood on the shore of the Blood Sea, staring blankly.
Big Chef glanced at his phone, and countless messages popped up—ones from Queen Mother, Ksitigarbha, Yan Emperor, and even Fine Ghost. After roughly skimming through them, Qin Fen slapped his forehead. He finally understood why no one cared about data costs. Minghe's affair had blown up, and even the Heavenly Court, the Earthly Immortal Realm, and the Underworld had been dragged into it.
Minghe could not see anything but the Blood Sea. He stared at it fixedly, repeating over and over, "How is this possible? Impossible!"
It truly was impossible. A sow climbing a tree was something mortals could not accomplish, but immortals could. Iron trees blooming did not exist in the Mortal Realm, but they could be seen in the Heavenly Court. But surely the laws themselves could not just change!
What were laws? They were the foundation of everything, the reason all things existed. Could something like that change whenever it pleased? Even if Minghe were beaten to death, he could not understand it. Was this even allowed?
Those were laws, after all. Fine, ordinary laws might undergo minor adjustments as times changed. That was what the Heavenly Dao did. What was that called? Technical adjustment—or adapting measures to local conditions and guiding matters according to circumstance.
But the Six Paths of Reincarnation was the