Deep in the Blood Sea, Ming He showed no trace of annoyance at Liu Mang's retort. He studied Hong Yun's True Spirit, feeling it out carefully.
"Not even a trace of Hongmeng Purple Qi?"
"Then where did the Hongmeng Purple Qi go? According to Liu Mang, only three people should have been there when he woke up."
Tongtian had already attained the Dao, so he had no use for it himself. Of course, he might have taken it for a disciple.
Kunpeng had been unconscious, but that did not mean he could not have gotten his hands on it.
That left...
If it was him, then the scheme was truly terrifying.
Ming He looked at the True Spirit before him, now devoid of all awareness, and sighed inwardly.
"Ah. I don't know whether this is a blessing or a curse for you. I'll protect you for as long as I can, but if the day comes when I can't, don't blame me. You know I'm even more afraid of death than Kunpeng."
With that, Ming He summoned the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, hid the sliver of Hong Yun's True Spirit inside it, and drew it into his brow. Then he returned to studying the creation of life.
"Damn it. This time, I'm not leaving seclusion until I've created the Asura. Otherwise, just like that kid said, I won't even have time to watch the excitement."
Liu Mang had no idea that he was the reason Ming He had gone back into seclusion.
If he had known, he would surely have said,
Two sentences were all it took to make the old man create a race for me.
Above the Blood Sea.
Inside the barrier, Liu Mang watched Houtu with nothing to do.
He still wanted her to take him