Chapter 427

Precisely because of this, Ancestor Minghe and those Shengren never became enemies.

On the contrary.

To become a Shengren was Ancestor Minghe's obsession.

To fulfill this obsession, when Nüwa created humans and became a legendary Shengren, Ancestor Minghe immediately followed suit, directly creating the Asura race.

But obviously.

Although the Asura race born from the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea added a new race to the Primordial World, that was all it achieved.

The merit and fortune Ancestor Minghe gained from the Heavenly Dao were utterly insufficient for him to attain the Shengren path.

Later, Ancestor Minghe saw the Three Pure Ones and the Two Western Shengren establish their own sects and become legendary Shengren.

This once again gave Ancestor Minghe a glimmer of hope.

Following those Shengren once more, he founded the Killing Sect, with killing as its core principle.

From the sect's very meaning, it was clear the Killing Sect aimed to slay all living beings.

How could such a sect ever catch the Heavenly Dao's attention?

Thus, Ancestor Minghe's hope of becoming a Shengren vanished once more.

One could say, after those two attempts.

Ancestor Minghe had become a joke across the Primordial World.

He had failed twice in his quest to attain the Shengren path.

Of course, to say it had no effect at all was untrue—at least the Heavenly Dao's merit had slightly enhanced his strength.

Though that merit and fortune were still insufficient to make him a Heavenly Dao Shengren.

Therefore, whether the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea or Ancestor Minghe himself.

Among the Primordial World's many powerful beings, all knew of them—Sister Houtu, as a Zuwu, was no exception.

Yet Sister Houtu, as a Zuwu, had little contact with Ancestor Minghe.

The Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea.

It formed its own realm; from the void above, one could not see its end.

Within this Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea, countless tormented souls and resentful energies drifted visibly.

Seeing this scene of the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea, it was no wonder Primordial World beings avoided it.

To cultivate in such an environment.

Not only could one not safely strengthen one's power, one might easily fall into demonic madness.

No wonder the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea was called the Primordial World's gathering place of negative energies, where countless resentful spirits, malevolent qi, and other forces intertwined.

One day.

Luo Fu brought Sister Houtu into the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea.

On this entry, neither Luo Fu nor Zuwu Sister Houtu concealed their strength.

For Luo Fu, he intended to come here openly, for he meant to establish the Six Realms of Reincarnation.

Though the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea was not the core of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, it would be a vital component.

Not to mention.

This patch of earthly realm was said to be formed from Pangu's turbid qi.

Then, did this Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea hold any secrets?

Luo Fu wished to know this, so he chose to enter the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea at once.

At the same time, for the current Luo Fu, entering the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea required no concealment.

Ancestor Minghe's strength meant nothing to Luo Fu.

Even if Ancestor Minghe's so-called Blood Sea never dried and Ancestor Minghe never died.

With Luo Fu's current understanding, he could kill Ancestor Minghe without destroying the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea.

After all, how could it be otherwise?

Luo Fu's mastery of the Dao now surpassed those Heavenly Dao Shengren.

Yet this fact remained unknown to the Primordial World's beings and the Heavenly Dao Shengren.

Luo Fu did not need them to know this.

"The Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea holds so many lonely souls," Sister Houtu said, startled by its current state.

In the past, Sister Houtu had not never visited the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea.

But that was long ago.

Back then, the Wu clan had not yet truly dominated the Primordial World.

Back then, though the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea was a gathering place of Primordial World's negative forces, it was nowhere near as extreme as now.

Lonely souls were everywhere—mere corpses devoid of souls, not even true living beings.

Not to mention malevolent qi, karmic debts, and hatreds floating like mist through the heavens and earth.

One could only say.

This was the result of the Wu and Yao clans' struggle for dominion.

The two clans' rivalry had already inflicted unprecedented damage upon this Primordial World.

Earlier, as Luo Fu and Sister Houtu traveled the Primordial World, she had felt little shock—but now, seeing the Ancestor Minghe's Blood Sea's current state, her astonishment deepened greatly.

After all, one had seen only a part.

The other had witnessed the accumulated horror over years.

"If these lonely souls could find a place to dwell, perhaps the karmic debts and resentful energies here would greatly diminish," Sister Houtu murmured.

She recalled the words Luo Fu had spoken earlier.

This shook her heart.

What had merely flashed through her mind before now became clear.

Yes, if one could give these lonely souls a place to belong, then how should one proceed?

At this moment, Sister Houtu stood in the void, her eyes distant, lost in thought.

Seeing this, Luo Fu smiled.

"The one destined by heaven, the great tide of the Dao?" Luo Fu said slowly.

Originally, Luo Fu had thought Sister Houtu had not yet awakened to her destiny as the great tide of the Dao, but now it seemed the timing had simply not yet come.

Now that he saw her condition, he understood: Sister Houtu had entered the great tide of the Dao.

That was the mission: to forge the Six Realms of Reincarnation and transform her body into the Six Realms of Reincarnation.

As Sister Houtu sank into enlightenment, the Blood Sea of Netherworld suddenly churned, countless waves of blood exploding apart.

Then, a blood-red figure slowly floated up from the sea.

It was an old man clad in a blood-red robe, his eyebrows and hair a strange crimson hue, radiating an utterly terrifying aura.

He was none other than Ancestor Minghe, the strongest being in the Blood Sea of Netherworld.

When Ancestor Minghe sensed Luo Fu and the Ancestral Witch Sister Houtu arriving here, he naturally appeared immediately.

After all, this patch of earthly realm was, in a sense, Ancestor Minghe's stronghold.

Now someone had intruded into his stronghold.

And worse — a powerful being who threatened him.

So Ancestor Minghe naturally came to see what purpose this visitor had in coming to his Blood Sea of Netherworld.

Before even seeing the visitor, Ancestor Minghe already knew who it was from their auras.

The Ancestral Witch Sister Houtu.

That familiar aura of malevolence, Ancestor Minghe would never mistake.

The Wu Clan, one of the dominant powers in the Primordial World today, and Sister Houtu was among the finest of the Ancestral Witches.

Generally speaking, Ancestor Minghe had no feud or grievance with the Wu Clan — so why had the Ancestral Witch Sister Houtu come to his Blood Sea of Netherworld?

After all, his Blood Sea of Netherworld held no treasures or the like.

If there truly were treasures,

how could Ancestor Minghe not know?

That was impossible.

Thus, Ancestor Minghe did not know why the Ancestral Witch Sister Houtu had come to his Blood Sea of Netherworld.

At the same time, compared to the Ancestral Witch Sister Houtu, it was the arrival of the other person beside her that Ancestor Minghe most closely watched — and most feared.

Luo Fu.