Minghe looked at this incarnation of his and smiled faintly. "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist. Your opportunity is at hand."
Upon hearing this, the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito incarnation understood what Minghe meant. He nodded and said, "My Daoist title shall be Netherworld."
As he spoke, he pointed with one hand, and a Twelve-Grade Reincarnation Purple Lotus, along with the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Brush, flew out from Minghe's body.
The Twelve-Grade Reincarnation Purple Lotus landed on the ground and supported the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito, while the Book of Life and Death and Judge's Brush fell into his hands.
The Blood-Winged Black Mosquito—or rather, the Netherworld Daoist—smiled faintly and waited silently alongside Minghe.
Thus, a long time passed. At last, a figure arrived from afar and gradually approached the Blood Sea.
That figure was Houtu.
When Houtu arrived at the edge of the Blood Sea, it was unknown whether she was distracted or otherwise, but she failed to notice Minghe and Netherworld standing in the distance.
Instead, all her attention was focused on the Blood Sea. Within it, baleful blood waves surged endlessly. After all beings died, not only did their blood gather in the Blood Sea, but their souls were also invisibly drawn here.
Thus, countless souls sank within the Blood Sea, wailing in agony and struggling without cease. Yet they could not escape, and as time passed, they gradually sank into the depths of the Blood Sea.
Until they were completely eroded and dissolved by the Blood Sea. This was, in truth, one form of balance in the Primordial World.
At every moment in the Primordial World, countless living beings could be said to be born, but where there was life, there was death.
What fate awaited these beings after death? They would be broken down and