"What should I do?"
His head hurt.
Deep within the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Ancestor Minghe racked his brains for ages but still could not find a solution.
He could not beat them in a fight.
Yet he could not bear to flee.
"Forget it. I'll keep lying low!"
And so, deep within the Netherworld Sea of Blood, the earth shook and the mountains trembled.
The entire seabed abruptly extended hundreds of millions of feet deeper toward the Primordial World's core, and endless blood-red killing intent surged upward.
It shrouded the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
Deep within that boundless killing intent.
One layer...
Two layers...
Three layers...
Only after nine hundred and ninety-nine layers of formations enveloped the depths of the Netherworld Sea of Blood, wrapping Ancestor Minghe's cultivation grounds up like a rice dumpling.
Did the disturbances within the Netherworld Sea of Blood finally subside a little.
"Whew. That's better. Safe at last."
Seeing that the formations almost completely enveloped the depths of the Netherworld Sea of Blood, leaving not even a gap through which he could see outside, Ancestor Minghe finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Of those nine hundred and ninety-nine layers, the outermost three hundred and thirty-three were illusion formations, the middle three hundred and thirty-three were trapping formations, and the innermost three hundred and thirty-three were killing formations!
As for his final safeguard.
Ancestor Minghe looked toward the seemingly inconspicuous stone chair in the center of the Blood Sea Divine Palace's main hall.
At last, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Whew.
Nothing could possibly go wrong now!
Throughout the Primordial World, boundless miraculous phenomena continued to unfold.
From high above the heavens, endless merit aura descended and enveloped the Twelve Ancestral Witches. They had yet to recover and were still