How was this possible?!
Blood God Child found it somewhat incomprehensible.
That was clearly Rotten Peach Mountain in the Southern Wastes!
When had he activated the ritual altar on Rotten Peach Mountain? Blood God Child could see it clearly: the altar towered a hundred and twenty-eight zhang high atop the mountain. It was unmistakably the Divine Altar the Daoist had built to drive out Green Robe!
And when had he erected this Ghost Gate here? Hadn't it been the very instant he appeared? In that single instant, he had opened such a stable passage through space, transporting the waters of Blood God Child's Blood Sea straight to the Southern Wastes, ten thousand li away? His Blood Sea was no ordinary substance incapable of resistance! Besides, even counting from when the Daoist had left his Blood Sea at Mount Kunlun, hardly any time had passed! How had he linked the altar on Rotten Peach Mountain to the Nether Capital Ghost Gate?!
Blood God Child could not understand it.
Since he could not understand it, he stopped trying. Far too many things about this True Lord Cheng defied understanding. His immediate priority was to stop the loss of the Blood Sea's vital essence. Blood God Child's first reaction was to move the blood away from that area and avoid the Ghost Gate. But the moment he tried, he realized just how astonishing the immense suction issuing from the Nether Capital gate was. He actually could not overpower it! Furthermore, Blood God Child distinctly sensed that those runes resembling the Underworld Office's Ghost Gate Pass exerted an additional force of aversive suppression over his Netherworld Blood Sea, making his resistance all the more difficult.
He had to destroy that Ghost Gate. Or rather, make True Lord Cheng put it away himself.
Having made