After the Primordial Wild Dragon said this.
The Netherworld Ancestor, whose thoughts had already stirred, had long wanted to seize this opportunity to enter the Netherworld Blood Sea on the Northern Continent, claim that sea of blood, refine Patriarch Minghe into his puppet, and strengthen his own Netherworld River. He immediately replied, "I, Youming, am naturally willing to go."
The Slaughter Demon God, however, remained silent, his gaze flickering.
He had other plans in mind.
Ever since the Chaos Era, the Slaughter Demon God had not actively harvested the deaths he reaped. Instead, he had relied on Youming's river.
All slaughter origin had to be filtered through the Netherworld River before it returned to him, the Slaughter Demon God.
He had no desire to act or take the initiative to kill people or other living beings.
When the Primordial Wild Dragon explained that Daoist Tongtian's sword would slash out from Spirit Vine Ten Thousand Laws Heaven into the Primordial Northern Continent, striking the Netherworld Blood Sea and killing Patriarch Minghe.
And that he would contest that final thread of survival with Patriarch Minghe upon the path of killing, fighting until one of them died.
The thought that rose in the Slaughter Demon God's mind was, What does that have to do with me?
He did not want to meddle.
To concern himself with something that had nothing whatsoever to do with him.
But as someone who, ever since the Chaos Era, had never chosen the wrong camp and had always stood on the right side, the Slaughter Demon God.
Upon hearing the Primordial Wild Dragon offer him this choice, with the Primordial Wild Dragon having already put himself on the line as well.
And willingly offered to assist him and the Netherworld Demon God.
He naturally could not refuse at