Solid!
He got straight to work!
Ancestor Minghe abandoned his cultivation and plunged into a frenzy of preparations in the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
Moving mountains to fill seas, turning stones into gold.
Those feats were mere drizzle compared with this Three-Dimensional Composite Array, the likes of which had never appeared in the Primordial World.
"Rumble..."
"Rumble..."
And so, for a long time afterward, that deep rumbling became the unchanging melody of the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
Blood God Son Clones darted up and down through the Netherworld Sea of Blood, moving mountains and filling seas.
But despite the tremendous commotion, Ancestor Minghe had a method of his own.
He used formations to transmit the noise of constructing the three-dimensional compound formation hundreds of millions of miles away across the Netherworld Sea of Blood, leaving the Witch Clan members there with wrinkled faces and mournful expressions.
During this time, they had followed the disturbances beneath the Netherworld Sea of Blood countless times, only to come up empty-handed every time.
One disturbance appeared hundreds of millions of miles to the southeast, and the next might appear hundreds of millions of miles to the northwest.
The most infuriating part was this.
It would have been one thing if the sounds merely appeared far apart.
But there was no pattern to them either!
One appeared here, and the next might appear there.
Then the one after that might appear right where they had just left.
It gave the entire Witch Clan search party a splitting headache.
If not for Dijiang's order forbidding them from offending Ancestor Minghe...
They had to treat him with "courtesy"!
They would have overturned the entire Netherworld Sea of Blood!
Even if they had to dig three feet into the earth!
They would have dug Ancestor Minghe out!
Meanwhile,