"Whoosh!"
A gust of blood-reeking wind blew past.
Above the Netherworld Sea of Blood, the fellow disciples Jieyin and Zhunti were beginning to lose face.
They had come this time because they feared the Twelve...
Ahem!
Because they appreciated Ancestor Minghe's great merit toward heaven and earth.
The two of them had already "treated him with courtesy."
Yet, to their surprise, Ancestor Minghe had treated them as though they were nothing but air.
Intolerable!
A brilliant golden light shot from Jieyin's eyes, wreathed in holy energy. The Netherworld Sea of Blood, tangled with karmic retribution and surging with sea-of-blood killing intent, instantly became clear to Jieyin and Zhunti.
Deep beneath the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
A formation wreathed in a faint golden light of merit appeared before the two fellow disciples.
"So that's it. I wondered why Ancestor Minghe hadn't appeared. It turns out he has something to rely on."
Looking at the formation wreathed in faint merit clear light within the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Jieyin's lips curved into a smile.
A trifling formation. We need only break it.
With a stamp of their feet, Jieyin and Zhunti moved, turning straight into a streak of light that vanished from above the Netherworld Sea of Blood and plunged into its depths.
Yet, when they descended toward the seabed ten thousand zhang beneath the Netherworld Sea of Blood, they were forced to halt less than a hundred zhang short of their destination.
Standing within the Netherworld Sea of Blood, they shrouded themselves in the power of Sage Dao Laws, shielding themselves from the entanglement of karmic retribution.
Although both had long since entered the Saint Realm, impervious to all arts and untouched by karma,
that only applied to smaller amounts of karmic retribution. Once too much clung to them, even Sages