"Master!"
The disciple's expression changed abruptly.
But how could he have known the pain and remorse in Zhen Yuanzi's heart? That mouthful of blood had been coughed up out of sheer regret. He had existed since the world's opening, lived through countless kalpas, remained untouched by karma, and stayed outside the karmic calamities. All he sought was to attain the Dao and become a Saint, to keep breaking through.
At present, he was at the late quasi-Saint stage.
One more step would let him reach the quasi-Saint peak, bringing him another step closer to sainthood.
Yet he had remained at the late quasi-Saint stage, unable to advance even an inch, trapped at that bottleneck for hundreds of thousands of years!
Had he attended the sermon, he believed he would have done no worse than Dao Lord Lu Ya. He could have broken through to the quasi-Saint peak, shattered his bottleneck, and spared himself tens of millions of years of arduous cultivation and contemplation.
Moreover, had he obtained a Great Dao Meditation Cushion and Hongmeng purple qi, his chances of attaining the Dao and becoming a Saint would have been even greater!
That was his lifelong pursuit!
Once, he had thought there was no hope. Now hope had appeared, only for him to miss it.
Zhen Yuanzi's eyes filled with desolation. Bereft of spirit, he turned and entered a Dao hall. A single mistaken thought had cast him into an endless hell. His regret left him at a loss, his mind unhinged.
The Netherworld Blood Sea.
After quietly listening to Baxun and Rakshasa Woman's reports and observing the changes in their auras, Patriarch Minghe slumped down onto the Netherworld Blood Sea. His gaze went blank, as though his heart had turned to dead ashes.
He, Minghe, was a mighty being born