Chapter 606

Blood Sea.

Boundless blood water, more viscous than at any time before.

The karma and resentment accumulated over hundreds of millions of years transformed into substantive black-red mist, shrouding the entire heaven and earth.

Millions upon millions of the Asura Clan were reveling in the Blood Sea.

They cast the blood-food and souls plundered from human tribes into the Blood Sea, nourishing this evil breeding ground.

The newly born Asura King Bo Xun was enjoying the prostration and worship of his subordinates.

He could feel that his power had grown another fraction after devouring the flesh and blood of those humans.

Just at this time.

A vast, desolate, heavy-as-the-earth pressure descended without any warning.

The entire boiling Blood Sea stagnated for an instant.

All the reveling Asura felt that suppression originating from the depths of their bloodline, and one after another they prostrated on the ground, trembling in fear.

Inside Netherworld Palace.

Minghe Laozu, immersed in the pleasure of his power growing, abruptly opened his eyes.

He saw a towering figure tear through the void and appear silently before his palace.

The arrival was none other than the Space Ancestral Witch, Di Jiang.

"Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, what matter brings your grand carriage here without prior notice, so that I, the Old Ancestor, could have swept the couch to welcome you?"

Minghe piled a smile on his face, but his heart sank.

He had already received that "Demon-Suppressing Alliance" decree from the Orc Clan Heavenly Court, and was calculating how to respond.

He never expected Di Jiang would personally come knocking.

This boded ill.

"Minghe."

Di Jiang did not exchange pleasantries with him, merely gazed at him quietly, his eyes calm and waveless.

"The Orc Clan's decree, you have presumably received it."

Minghe's heart gave a "thump," yet his face remained impassive: "Received it. That Di Jun Na Si is truly hateful, actually wanting to lump us together as evil demons. Has Fellow Daoist come to discuss how to join forces against the Orc Clan?"

"Join forces?" The corner of Di Jiang's mouth hooked a mocking arc. "Fellow Daoist overthinks."

He took that decree which had just been personally established by him, of the Wu Clan joining the "Demon-Suppressing Alliance," and directly used divine sense to drive it into Minghe's divine consciousness.

Minghe's body violently shook.

The smile on his face completely froze.

He stared blankly at Di Jiang, eyes full of disbelief.

"You... you Wu Clan... want to join forces with the Orc Clan to deal with me?"

"Not to deal with you." Di Jiang corrected, "It is to suppress demons."

"Haha... hahahahaha!"

After a brief dead silence, Minghe erupted in a deafening wild laughter.

That laughter was filled with endless anger, mockery, and madness.

"What a fine 'suppress demons'! What a fine 'Primordial Orthodoxy'!"

Minghe laughed until tears nearly came out.

"Di Jiang, do you truly think doing this can wash clean the cause and effect on you? Do you truly think wagging your tail and begging pity from that flat-feathered bird Di Jun will make him spare you Wu Clan?"

"You bunch of stupid goods with nothing but muscles in your brains! From the start, you were played in the palm of the hand by the person behind the Orc Clan!"

"Now you want to make me, the Old Ancestor, a scapegoat? Too late!"

Minghe's complexion instantly turned ferocious and terrifying.

The boundless Blood Sea behind him, along with his rage, surged with sky-reaching giant waves.

"Scram!"

Minghe pointed at Di Jiang and roared in a harsh voice, "Scram back to your Pangu Hall! Tell Di Jun, tell the Myriad Clans of the Great Wasteland! I, Minghe, will wait right here in the Blood Sea!"

"His so-called Demon-Suppressing Alliance, come one, I kill one! Come a pair, I kill a pair!"

"I want to see whether my Blood Sea dries up first, or his Heavenly Court's Yao Bing die out first!"

Di Jiang quietly watched the madman-like Minghe, his eyes without the slightest change.

"You will regret this."

Leaving behind this cold sentence, Di Jiang's figure slowly dissipated in midair.

Watching the direction Di Jiang departed, the madness on Minghe's face gradually retracted, replaced by a piercing coldness.

He knew, from this moment on, he and the Wu Clan had thoroughly broken.

He had become the public enemy of the Great Wasteland.

But, so what?

"Transmit My Command!" Minghe's voice spread throughout the entire Blood Sea, "All Asura, abandon all disguises, attack with full force!"

"Target, the Human Tribe!"

"Before their so-called alliance army assembles, I will turn this Great Wasteland earth into a blood-colored human purgatory!"

Outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, within Chaos.

Wahuang Palace.

This is a Saint's dao-chang, impervious to ten thousand laws, where spacetime is eternally fixed.

Inside the palace, Nüwa sat upright on the cloud bed, expression without joy or sorrow.

Before her, a Heavenly Mirror hovered suspended.

Reflected within the mirror were human tribes across the Great Wasteland, each and every one slaughtered to the last by the Asura Clan.

Ruined villages, charred thatched huts, severed limbs and shattered bones strewn everywhere.

A child who had just learned to walk sat blankly beside his mother's cold corpse, trying to place her hand back upon his own face, emitting meaningless "wah-wah" sounds from his mouth.

An Asura noticed this living mouth; he grinned, revealing a cruel smile, casually snatched up the child, and tossed him into his mouth like garbage, producing a hair-raising chewing sound.

Crunch.

A jade cup in Nüwa's hand silently turned to fine dust.

In those Saint eyes of hers, calm as an ancient well without ripples, for the first time a thread of cold ripple surfaced.

Although she had long since beheaded the Three Corpses and severed mundane emotions, the human race was, after all, created by her own hands.

Every single tribesman contained a trace of her Primordial Origin of creation.

The human race was the continuation of her "Dao" in the Great Wasteland.

Now, her "Dao" was being wantonly ravaged, defiled.

"What a Wu Clan, what a Minghe."

Nüwa's voice was clear and cold like the moon, devoid of a trace of worldly air, yet it caused the temperature of the entire Wahuang Palace to plummet abruptly.

She naturally knew who was pulling the strings behind this.

The Wu Clan provided Pangu's Blood Essence, Minghe provided Blood Sea Karma; joining forces they forged this monstrous race, the Asura.

She also knew that the Yao Clan's Heavenly Court establishing the Human Teaching was merely borrowing the human race's Qi Qi to counter the Wu Clan's Karma.

This is a game of chess.

A contest using the Great Wasteland heaven and earth as the board, and the myriad races' living beings as Chess Pieces.

And what is tragic is that the human race she created, from the moment of its birth, became the center of this chess game, became the focal point both sides contended for.

She originally did not wish to be tainted by this Cause and Effect.

After Sanctification, she should have complied with the Heavenly Dao, sat high upon the Nine Heavens, looked down upon the rise and fall of all beings, and not entered the Quantity Calamity.

But now, the Quantity Calamity had instead actively sought her out.

Just at this time.

A grand Decree bearing the Heavenly Emperor's treasure seal, ignoring spacetime distance, manifested directly within the Wahuang Palace.

"Heavenly Mandate Mandate of Heaven Emperor decrees: Blood Sea filth, evil demons breed... Now at Mount Buzhou's foot, establish the 'Demon-Suppressing Alliance', together to exterminate Blood Sea evil demons..."

Nüwa looked at this Decree, and fell silent.

"What a Di Jun."

No, it should be: what a Donghuang Taiyi.