Above the Blood Sea.
Everywhere one looked, there were True Spirits of every kind.
Some belonged to beings killed in the war among the demons, witches, and North Sea Giant Demons.
Others had died senselessly when the North Sea Giant Demons' Great Luo cultivators blew themselves up.
Still others had died long ago for various reasons. Unwilling to let go, their resentment unresolved, they wandered the Blood Sea.
They wailed, lamented, seethed, and cursed...
For a time, bitter winds howled over the Blood Sea, and waves of blood surged skyward.
Black resentment filled the entire Blood Sea. Countless resentful spirits seized the chance to slip out, wreak havoc across Hong Huang, and cause even more deaths.
Even with Ming He and Zhen Yuanzi working together at full strength, they could not stop the resentful spirits from escaping.
Deep within the Blood Sea, in a hidden corner even Ming He had never reached, a disheveled old man drank in its Blood Sha. His aura grew steadily stronger.
Had Ancestor Minghe been there, he would have recognized the man as his old neighbor who had never shown his face: Wenzi Daoist.
Wenzi Daoist had cultivated from the first Blood-Winged Black Mosquito in Hong Huang. Not only could he create thousands of incarnations, he had also mastered the Great Dao of Devouring.
Like Ancestor Minghe, he also cultivated the Great Dao of Blood. By hiding in the Blood Sea and absorbing its blood energy, he could raise his cultivation. So Wenzi Daoist devoted himself to cultivating there, rarely going out or involving himself in Hong Huang's affairs.
But now, his long-standing peace had finally been shattered.
At first, Wenzi Daoist wanted nothing to do with it. Yet a feeling told him that if he did not go out now, an opportunity would pass