The more Ran Deng thought about it, the more endless sorrow welled up within him.
He had no idea what madness had possessed him back then to go to Mount Kunlun and become a disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable of Jade Void.
It was bad enough that no one welcomed him.
And now they had handed him a task like this?
Were they sure they were not sending him to his death?
At that thought, Ran Deng lost even more motivation to head to the Netherworld Sea of Blood, and his movements began to grow sluggish.
He was going through the motions without putting in any effort at all.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Deep within the Three-Dimensional Composite Array, shrouded in a faint haze of merit, in the depths of the Netherworld Sea of Blood, ten thousand zhang beneath the sea.
The fellow disciples Jieyin and Zhunti frowned.
Vaguely, they felt as though they had made yet another, another, another, another mistake, especially when they looked up beyond the formation at the boundless throng of Novice Monks, clear light shining above their heads, their expressions enraptured as they gazed at the two as though worshipping them.
The corners of Jieyin's and Zhunti's mouths twitched violently.
We're done for!
They really had interfered with the workings of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Especially when they saw that quite a few of these Novice Monks sported enormous ox heads and Horse-Faces, half their hearts turned cold.
This time.
They seemed to have truly stirred up a massive hornet's nest.
Meanwhile, deep beneath the Netherworld Sea of Blood, ten thousand zhang down, within the Netherworld Divine Palace.
While Jieyin's and Zhunti's hearts had turned half cold, Ancestor Minghe lay leisurely on the Wicker Chair in the Netherworld Divine Palace.
To be honest, when Jieyin