"Primordial World: I, an Iron-Eating Beast, Had My Thoughts Overheard by Houtu"!
Forcing herself to harden her heart and sever her attachments, Houtu broke free of Gungun's grip and reached the shore of the vast Sea of Blood. At once, an endless bloody stench struck her in the face. Even with all five senses sealed, she could still smell it.
"Hum..." Above the Sea of Blood, countless vengeful spirits and wandering souls drifted about, packed together in apparent agony.
Yes, living beings died... and still suffered.
"Life is suffering, and death is suffering too. The myriad races of the Primordial World, all the living beings Father God brought into existence... how difficult their lives truly are!" Seeing this, Houtu closed her eyes, shook her head, and sighed.
"Boom!" Just as her words fell, the Sea of Blood suddenly churned violently. Numerous figures rose from it. The men all looked fierce and vicious, while the women wore sheer gauze with their thighs exposed, looking utterly seductive.
After emerging, they first bowed to Houtu together, then withdrew to either side and knelt on the surface of the Sea of Blood. An old man in a blood-red robe, his face dark and sinister, then walked out from the depths of the sea, passing between the two lines.
"Greetings, Patriarch! Welcome, Ancestral Witch Houtu!" the beings shouted in unison.
"Haha, it has been many years since Ancestral Witch Houtu last graced my Sea of Blood. Please!" River Styx approached Houtu, bowed to her, and spoke with a genial smile before gesturing for her to enter.
Houtu opened her eyes, looked at River Styx, and returned his bow. "You are too kind, fellow Daoist."
Then, looking at the men and women kneeling on the sea's surface, she asked, "Is this the Asura Race you created,