What the Slaughter Demon God told the Netherworld Demon God certainly made sense.
But the Netherworld Demon God thought otherwise.
In his eyes, both this boundless Netherworld Blood Sea and Patriarch Minghe, who had suddenly appeared before him as though he had sprung from a crack in a rock,
Were nourishment that the Netherworld River in his hands desperately needed and craved.
They were also fortune and resources of immense importance to him in both the Chaos Era and the Primordial Era.
And what the Netherworld Ancestor yearned for at every moment was to immediately devour this Netherworld Blood Sea and Patriarch Minghe.
Then he could take Minghe's place, cultivation grounds, and fruit position in the Primordial World.
And pass down a dao lineage belonging to him, Youming.
Then he would no longer be like the other Chaos Demon Gods, unable to establish their own foundations, dao lineages, and cultivation grounds across countless planes and dimensions.
They drifted everywhere like rootless duckweed, able only to cast their gazes or true spirits into Primordial Worlds across countless planes and dimensions, making petty observations or minor changes.
Yet they could not bring their true dao lineages and cultivation grounds directly into the Primordial World of any particular plane or dimension.
And this regret,
Could clearly be remedied for him, the Netherworld Ancestor, at this very moment.
The regret he had always harbored in his heart.
Right here in the Netherworld Blood Sea on the Primordial Northern Continent, he could finally give his dao lineage the vitality he had never managed to obtain.
So the Netherworld Demon God absolutely refused to leave the Netherworld Blood Sea now and devise a longer-term plan.
And upon seeing the Netherworld Demon God react this way,
The Slaughter Demon God understood. He immediately sent a strand of