Chapter 425

Actually.

According to common sense, the high echelons of the Witch and Demon clans might also understand this.

The protagonist of heaven and earth is not unchanging.

But under the influence of calamity qi, even if they think of these notions, they forget them in an instant.

They more firmly believe they are the only existence.

Let's set these aside for now.

Sister Houtu watched Luo Fu's reaction, looking somewhat uneasy. "Luo Fu, do you find something wrong with me?"

At this moment, Sister Houtu herself believed she had not gained any insight, and had disappointed Luo Fu.

"Nothing?" Luo Fu withdrew his gaze from Sister Houtu and shook his head with a smile. "If you believe the vengeful spirits have no place to belong, what if we create a place of belonging for them?"

"Create a place of belonging?" Sister Houtu froze, as if a flash of enlightenment had passed through her mind.

Immediately, that flash of enlightenment vanished again.

"Let's go. Now we head to another place—a special spot on this land," Luo Fu said with a smile.

"A special spot?" Sister Houtu shook her head, no longer thinking about that flash of enlightenment.

Instead, she thought her spirit had probably been dazed just now, causing what had just happened.

"Luo Fu, where are we going now?" Sister Houtu asked curiously.

This reincarnation of the Primordial Father said he would go to a special place.

In Sister Houtu's view, in the Primordial World, truly special places were exceedingly rare.

Counting them all, you could probably name them on one hand.

"The Nether Blood Sea," Luo Fu said, glancing at Sister Houtu.

"The Nether Blood Sea," Sister Houtu nodded, her expression turning enlightened.

Yes, the Nether Blood Sea was indeed a unique place in the Primordial World.

This was because.

All the negative energies of the Primordial World gathered in this region.

This made ordinary lifeforms avoid the Nether Blood Sea entirely.

Because the Nether Blood Sea offered no benefit to their cultivation—it only hindered the cultivation of Primordial World lifeforms.

This point.

Applied even to the Witch clan.

The Witch clan needed sha qi, and the Nether Blood Sea did contain sha qi.

But it also held countless resentments of dead lifeforms, which many Witches disliked.

Moreover, the Nether Blood Sea formed its own realm, perpetually shrouded in primordial chaos and darkness.

This made the Witch clan dislike it even more.

How could the environment of the Blood Sea compare to the Primordial World?

Yet within this uniquely strange Nether Blood Sea, a peerless powerhouse had been born.

That was Ancestor Minghe.

Originally, Ancestor Minghe had been among those who went to the Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the Dao. Now, in the Quasi-Saint layer, he was among the strongest.

Perhaps in pure combat power, Ancestor Minghe could not match Dong Huang Taiyi, who possessed the Primordial Bell.

But in terms of survivability, among the Quasi-Saints, if Ancestor Minghe claimed second place, no one would dare claim first.

This was because Ancestor Minghe possessed a unique ability.

That was a connection he formed with the Nether Blood Sea, granting him a special power.

To a certain extent, his true spirit was fused within the Nether Blood Sea.

It was like the Heavenly Dao Saints—whose true spirits were entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, granting them immortality.

Even if killed, they could revive using the power of the Heavenly Dao.

But as a rule, Heavenly Dao Saints would never wish to be killed.

Because reviving through the Heavenly Dao inflicted harm upon the Saint.

This harm was subtle and gradual.

It was the Heavenly Dao eroding and assimilating them—the more times they revived, the more their own consciousness was worn away.

After all, the Heavenly Dao would not revive them without cause.

For the Heavenly Dao, even this revival consumed some energy, though the amount was minuscule.

But it was still consumption.

So if revived too often, a Saint's own consciousness might vanish entirely.

Of course.

None of the current Heavenly Dao Saints had ever revived.

After all, in the Primordial World, apart from Ancestor Hongjun, they were the strongest.

Hongjun would not kill them without reason.

To the Heavenly Dao Saints, it was as if they had no natural enemies.

Death, therefore, was even more impossible.