"Jieyin!"
"Zhunti!"
In the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Ancestor Minghe sat cross-legged on his Dao Platform. His aura had already climbed to the peak of the late Quasi-Saint stage, leaving him just a hair short of the pinnacle Quasi-Saint stage.
His good and evil corpses had already fused, but his newly severed Self Corpse still had a considerable way to go.
By rights, with his cultivation breaking through toward the pinnacle Quasi-Saint stage, someone of Ancestor Minghe's disposition should have been excited.
After all, he had watched longingly as Daochen became a Sage, then the Three Pure Ones, and even those two baldies, Jieyin and Zhunti.
Yet he, an Innate Deity who had once been every bit the equal of the Three Pure Ones, had remained trapped at the mid Quasi-Saint stage for so long.
Even Jieyin and Zhunti, the two fellow disciples he had always looked down upon, had attained Sagehood.
One could well imagine the bitter gulf he felt in his heart.
But!
Though his cultivation had now broken through, Ancestor Minghe could not muster the slightest excitement.
His premonition really had come true.
Jieyin and Zhunti, those two shameless baldies, were back!
He glanced at the Three-Dimensional Composite Array overhead, wreathed in faint merit clear light, then at the Asura people he had arranged to send a million zhang beneath the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
They were all he had left!
Now that the Six Paths of Reincarnation had been established, the Vengeful Ghosts between heaven and earth had somewhere to be reborn.
What Vengeful Ghost with even a scrap of ambition would willingly remain in his Netherworld Sea of Blood, forever denied rebirth?
Thus, those he could retain were mostly crooked melons and split dates.
Even his current stock consisted of stragglers he had intercepted while