Patriarch Minghe, cleaved in two, still held the A Bi and Yuantu swords. Beneath his feet, the equally bisected Twelfth-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus burst into roaring flames.
As karmic fire blazed from the Twelfth-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, Netherworld Ghostfire also ignited across the Netherworld Blood Sea, where towering waves churned without end.
Those fiercely burning flames of Netherworld Ghostfire surged straight toward Patriarch Minghe.
The Netherworld Blood Sea and Patriarch Minghe had both been cleaved in two by that peerless Green Duckweed Sword light-a wind rising from the tips of duckweed, sharp enough to sever all things.
Yet now, they were slowly knitting back together.
Gradually, every wound began to heal.
At that moment.
The phantom Daoist Tongtian had projected into the Netherworld Blood Sea slowly solidified.
His true body in the Spirit Vine Sovereign Dharma Heaven vanished in a flash and appeared within the Netherworld Blood Sea.
At that moment.
Daoist Tongtian sat cross-legged, suspended above the Netherworld Blood Sea.
Beneath his feet was only a Dao-Union Spirit Vine leaf whose shape could not be clearly discerned. Its overlapping layers resembled an epiphyllum blossom, giving off a faint fragrance as it supported him.
The Green Duckweed Sword, which had unleashed that sword light of wind rising from the tips of duckweed, lay across his knees.
Daoist Tongtian sat cross-legged.
A glimmer of curiosity shone in his clear, jet-black eyes as he watched the boundless, magnificent Netherworld Blood Sea, its terrifying waves rising and falling, rapidly knit itself back together.
He could not help chuckling softly, then said calmly, "So long as the Sea of Blood does not dry up, Minghe will not die. It truly is so. Fellow Daoist Minghe, I have seen it for myself."
With that, Daoist Tongtian moved to leave the Netherworld Blood Sea