"Uh... looks like I missed..."
Watching the Merit Golden Lotus carry Jieyin away from the Eastern Seashore in an instant and fly toward the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Daochen scratched his head awkwardly.
Minghe, this emperor really didn't mean to...
After murmuring that to himself, Daochen paid it no further attention.
"Achoo!"
Deep within the Netherworld Sea of Blood, inside the Blood Palace, Ancestor Minghe sneezed for no apparent reason as he sat cross-legged in secluded cultivation.
For some reason, deep down,
he had a faint sense of foreboding.
He kept feeling that something big was about to happen!
Having reached the Quasi-Saint level, he could not perceive karma or contemplate the past and future through the Heavenly Dao as a Sage could, but he did have some awareness of the fortune and calamity awaiting him in the unseen workings of fate.
Though he could not see it clearly, that faint sense of foreboding
still made Ancestor Minghe's heart pound with alarm!
"How strange!"
"What exactly has happened? Why do I keep feeling so uneasy?"
Deep within the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Ancestor Minghe raised his head impassively, his brows tightly furrowed. His hands formed one seal after another, but no matter what he tried, he could divine nothing.
"Could it be because of Daochen?"
Ancestor Minghe muttered to himself.
But after thinking it over, that did not seem right either.
Though he had an old grudge with Daochen, as long as he did not take the initiative to provoke him,
Daochen would naturally not lower himself to attack him.
After all, not long ago, when Suirenshi emerged at the Eastern Seashore, Daochen had taught him a lesson for brazenly spying on the event-but it had merely been a lesson.
He had not truly dealt a ruthless blow!
Now that