"Ancestor, are we really not going to the Demon Emperor's wedding?"
Ancestor Minghe did not want to go, knowing that doing so would only invite trouble. But the Asura people serving under him, whom he had newly recreated over the past ten thousand years, wanted to go!
The Demon Emperor's wedding!
Every Sage in the Primordial World would attend. Even the legendary Dao Ancestor Hongjun might appear.
Such a grand occasion.
How could Poxun, who had lived in the Netherworld Sea of Blood since birth, possibly not want to go?
Even if those Sages looked down on him.
It would still be good to broaden his horizons!
If nothing else, surely it was better than living out his days without ever seeing daylight in the Netherworld Sea of Blood!
"What, Poxun? You want to join the excitement in the Heavenly Court?"
Ancestor Minghe frowned as he looked at the hideous, four-faced, eight-armed Asura man before him. "How about I give you the invitation the Demon Emperor sent me, and let you represent our Netherworld Sea of Blood lineage?"
"Do you truly mean that, Ancestor?"
Poxun brightened at his words and immediately said, "If you are willing, Ancestor, this disciple would gladly make the trip on your behalf!"
Poxun spoke with righteous conviction.
Smack!
But before Poxun could continue declaring his loyalty, a large hand suddenly slapped him across the head.
"Go to the Heavenly Court? Aren't you afraid those two fellow disciples, Jieyin and Zhunti, will convert you? Then you'll spend every day eating vegetarian meals and chanting Buddhist scriptures!"
Ancestor Minghe glared at Poxun and spoke flatly.
"Eating vegetarian meals and chanting scriptures would still beat spending every day here in the Netherworld Sea of Blood without seeing daylight!"
Poxun muttered under his breath.
Fortunately, Ancestor Minghe did not