"Whew, good thing I saw this coming, or those Ancestral Shamans would have done me in today!"
Deep within the Netherworld Sea of Blood, inside the Blood Sea Divine Palace, Ancestor Minghe watched through a bronze mirror as Dijiang and the others vanished from the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
He inwardly let out a long sigh of relief.
Relief was all well and good, but how was he supposed to live from now on?
At that thought, Ancestor Minghe frowned yet again, and again, and again.
What was he supposed to do?
He could neither beat them nor get out...
This was unbearable!!!
"Ah, forget it. I'll create a few members of the Asura Race. At least they'll relieve my boredom."
Ancestor Minghe sighed softly, his old face wrinkling like a bitter melon.
Heaven only knew how he had managed to set up those nine hundred and ninety-nine layers of formations in one go.
By the end, even he had forgotten which formation contained the only passage out...
"Fortunately, everything has been resolved."
In the Heavenly Court, Daochen sat inside the Hall of Ascending Heaven and watched the tangled workings of fate slowly return to order following the establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The aura of the blood-red tribulation clouds over the Primordial World was gradually fading as well.
With that, the War of the Liches had finally drawn to a complete close.
The demon race had not declined. Although fewer than one in ten of the Witch Clan remained, they had at least retreated to the Six Paths of Reincarnation and preserved a thread of hope for survival.
This was already the best possible outcome.
The other Sages were pleased that the kalpa had ended, and Daochen was naturally delighted as well.
After all, this concerned