Chapter 189: Storms over the Sea of Blood

Just as the demon claws were about to tear the yin‑difference soul, ten towering figures wrapped in Netherworld death aura burst through the void. The ten Yanluo of the ten courts waved their obsidian judge pens, and under the glow of the Nianjing platform, the demon race's scale armor peeled off piece by piece.

"How could so many Wu Clan war generals appear out of nowhere?" Dizang's prayer beads suddenly snapped, and the Buddha‑light‑shrouded face showed a crack for the first time. He had clearly used his clairvoyant eyes to scan a thousand‑li radius, yet could not pierce the Chaos mist that cloaked the Wu Clan.

This is the Deceiving Heaven formation that Zhou Yi laid, derived from the ancient demon master Great Peng Bird's secret supreme art. Even a peak‑level Great Luo Golden Immortal cannot detect the hidden Wu Clan elite without a chance to glimpse the heavenly secret.

The demon generals in the bloody battle gradually exhausted themselves, and they were startled to find their opponent's combat technique more exquisite than that of the Honghuang era.

The broken‑horn demon king clutched his bleeding arm, and in a daze seemed to recall the Wu Clan war gods who, beneath Mount Buzhou, once battered the Taiyi Bell with their mortal bodies.

The Western Sect followers at the battlefield's edge were now in a dilemma; the vajra mace hung in mid‑air, unwilling to descend. To rashly intervene in the Wu‑demon feud would risk inciting the wrath of both races, yet to merely watch would render this arrangement futile.

The You Ming Blood Sea's dark currents surged, and the demon‑Wu war situation tugged at all factions.

When Yu Qiang, the ancestral Wu, led the underworld troops out of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, the battlefield's tide abruptly shifted.

The Western Sect disciples stared at the blood‑tinged horizon, while Dizang Bodhisattva's Buddhist robe rustled in the cold wind.

If the demons held the advantage, they would gladly watch from the sidelines. After all, the annihilation of the rival Wu Clan could soothe much of the Western Sect's long‑standing resentment.

But now the Wu Clan's battle banner is unstoppable; even with the demons' deep foundation, this trajectory seems doomed to defeat.

Dizang's knuckles whitened as he clenched his fingers; the carefully plotted balance was on the verge of collapse.

"No one may interfere with the battle!" Dizang barked, and the Buddhist beads in his palm suddenly emitted a dim glow.

He knew better than anyone that a rash strike now would cause the Honghuang to surge with terrifying waves.

The subtle balance the Saints painstakingly upheld must not be shattered by the aftershocks of the Wu‑demon conflict. After all, with the Great Calamity at hand, even if the Taiyi offered the Chaos Bell, how could the Jieyin and Zhunti Saints dare to touch such overwhelming karma?

The Sea of Blood suddenly boiled and surged, and ten thousand asuras broke the waves.

The River of Darkness sect leader rode the infernal fire red lotus and descended, his scarlet robe stirring a sky‑full of murderous aura.

"How could the Lord of the You Ming Blood Sea miss this grand drama?" The Quasi Saint titan's cold laugh pierced the battlefield, causing Zhou Yi's brow to lift slightly. Memories of the ancient Human Race border clash rose in his mind; he should have expected this long‑hidden neighbor to act.

The Six Realms of Reincarnation have been rooted in the Sea of Blood for millennia; how could the River of Darkness be content to merely watch? Zhou Yi scanned the suddenly appearing forces, a cold smile curling his lips.

Amid the Wu Clan war drums and demon horns, he clearly saw chess‑like shadows drifting in the undercurrent; some beings long dormant could no longer restrain themselves from stirring the clouds.

A long sigh rose from the Chaos clouds, and Zhou Yi's fingertip brushed the bronze ancient mirror hanging at his waist, his gaze piercing the Netherworld toward the battlefield.

"Western Sect followers, Demon Court remnants, Sea of Blood asuras… they have all gathered."

A faint, ambiguous smile lifted his mouth, and beneath his feet a dark‑gold ripple spread; the gale of the Six Realms of Reincarnation howled behind him, fading into the distance.

Before the Wu Clan battle formation, Yu Qiang, the ancestral Wu, was encircled by icy crystal bone spikes, and the totem of the Twelve Ancestral Witches flickered faintly behind him.

Just as he intended to completely crush the retreating demon army, a blood‑colored surge erupted from the earth veins, and ten thousand asura warriors formed an iron wall across the front.

"Old man River of Darkness, does the bloody wind of the Sea of Blood even dare blow into the underworld?" Frost patterns on Yu Qiang's forehead flashed, and his bone spear emitted a piercing cold light.

Opposite, where blood clouds churned, four ethereal shadows of primordial killing swords floated around the River of Darkness sect leader, agitating the primal qi of heaven and earth incessantly.

"Hahaha!" The River of Darkness's blood‑stained robe moved without wind, his scarlet pupils reflecting the battlefield smoke: "Yu Qiang, fellow Daoist, you are still so impatient. I am merely here to take some blood food to nourish the primal slaughterer, why must you be so sword‑drawn and bow‑stretched?"

As he spoke, thin strands of blood qi seeped from the asura formation, turning the dying demon soldiers into blood puppets.

From the shadows, Zhou Yi's brow twitched; his fingertip manipulated the primordial eight trigrams, then he laughed at the void: "Since the three of you have already broken the yin‑yang boundary, why not appear and discuss the Dao?"

Before his words finished, a Buddhist chant rose from the Western sky, and three merit golden wheels burst through the Netherworld's mist.

At that moment, a sudden anomaly erupted in the asura formation; the demon slated for refinement suddenly bore a swastika Buddha seal on his forehead, and all his blood qi transformed into gilded Buddha light.

The River of Darkness sect leader's color changed sharply, and the four killing swords trembled, emitting a mournful sword sound.

Heaven and earth's breath suddenly stilled; within the blood‑colored mist the River of Darkness sect leader's figure emerged. His eyes, deep as abysses, fixed on Zhou Yi, dark‑red murderous aura flowing from his fingertips: "Co‑ruler of the Human Race, long time no see."

Golden light from the Western Heaven broke through the clouds; Dizang, holding the treasure lotus, manifested a dharma image, his voice booming like a great bell across the fields: "To behold Your Majesty's true form, I have laid thirty‑three layers of illusion."

With those words spoken, the Wu‑demon battlefield instantly lost its color, and ten thousand living beings' gazes converged before the Six Realms of Reincarnation platform.

Zhou Yi's robe sleeves fluttered lightly, the phantom of the Reincarnation disc swirling behind him: "To cloak a hunt with the name of salvation—what a brilliant plan of apparent righteousness." No ripple crossed his brows, as if he were merely commenting on another's tale.

Dizang's entire body blossomed with twelve Buddha wheels; he twirled a finger and smiled: "If it weren't so, how could we break the Reincarnation seal? Who could have guessed that behind the Wu Clan's battle banner lay the hand of the Human Race's co‑ruler?" Before he finished, the infernal fire red lotus had already formed a formation pattern at his feet.

The River of Darkness sect leader drew his twin Sea of Blood swords with a resonant clang, the blade sounds stirring a thousand waves: "The unfinished war of old shall be settled today."

Before his words ended, a sky‑covering colossal shadow appeared in the nine heavens, demon qi wrapped in overwhelming hatred pouring down.

"Ha! Zhou Yi, brat, the bone‑eating grudge of this ruined corpse remains!" The Great Peng Bird's phantom, the demon master, roiled within the clouds, each black feather laden with cursed resentment.

Zhou Yi looked up and laughed brightly, a map of mountains, rivers, and the realm unfurling from his sleeve: "Even a bereaved dog dares to bark at the sun? The lesson of the last annihilated flesh seems still not etched deeply enough!" As he spoke, the phantom of the Nine Tripod cauldrons settled the eight directional qi veins.

The Great Peng Bird let out a furious howl that shattered clouds for a hundred li, "As long as I can take your neck's head, even if I burn my primordial spirit, what does it matter!"

The black sun forged from his demon pill hung in the firmament, oddly echoing the River of Darkness's Sea of Blood formation.

Zhou Yi stood on void, his gaze sweeping the strongest of the three realms: "Supreme of the Sea of Blood, Western Heaven Saint, North Netherworld Remnant Soul…"

He suddenly turned toward the two vague silhouettes in the golden light: "I have not asked, how should I address you, fellow Daoists?"

At that moment, two golden lotuses appeared beyond the clouds of the nine heavens, their Buddhist chant accompanied by layers of Quasi Saint pressure spreading outward.

Dizang clasped his hands and lowered his brow: "These are the Great Sovereign of the Grand Trend and the Medicine King Light Buddha, here to jointly verify cause and effect in the Reincarnation cycle."

"Maitreya of the Western Sect is here; I have met this Dao brother!"

"The Medicine Master of the Western Sect is courteous; fellow Daoist, you are welcome!"

The two cultivators of Quasi Saint realm calmly reported their lineages; those who have reached this realm have no need to conceal their identities.

Zhou Yi understood upon hearing, these two hold eminent positions in later Buddhist schools, each having founded a sect.