Chapter 468

At this point, Luo Fu had long since regarded Luo Fu as an equal, even a superior, and would no longer think of him as merely a junior as before.

Just now suppressing me, Minghe, had already made me understand just how vast the gap in strength between us truly was.

So Ancestor Minghe would no longer behave like a senior as he once did.

"Brother Minghe, do you understand the Blood Sea well?" Luo Fu gazed down at the Blood Sea and spoke slowly.

"The Blood Sea," Ancestor Minghe frowned slightly, puzzled. "Brother Luo Fu, the Blood Sea is where I was born. If I don't understand it thoroughly, no one else in the Primordial World could know it better than I do—even the Saints likely know less about the Blood Sea than I do."

The Blood Sea, formed from Pangu's turbid qi, was boundless.

Even if a divine sense or thought landed here, prolonged exposure would eventually be corrupted.

Some hidden places within it could not be detected by divine sense alone—impossible.

Just like certain rare treasures in the Blood Sea, divine sense could detect no trace at all; what the naked eye saw might be the only truth.

This was equivalent to treasures possessing sentience.

Some treasures not yet ready to emerge could not be found even by Saints trying to seek them.

Because these treasures were shrouded in the power of the Primordial Heaven and Earth; only when they emerged could they be discovered.

The Heavenly Dao Saints could not compare to the Heavenly Dao itself.

Thus, under the cover of Heaven and Earth's power, it was perfectly normal for Heavenly Dao Saints to fail to detect them.

Therefore, Ancestor Minghe's words were, in some sense, correct.

The Blood Sea was where Ancestor Minghe was born; since his appearance here, he had remained in the Blood Sea.

Often, Ancestor Minghe would wander within the Blood Sea.

Occasionally, he would obtain some rare treasures.

Yet compared to the Primordial World, the treasures the Blood Sea could nurture were exceedingly few.

Often, apart from a limited number of lifeforms, the Blood Sea held no other flourishing life.

"Then, Brother, do you know every corner of the Blood Sea?" Luo Fu stared at the Blood Sea and asked again.

"Every corner of the Blood Sea?" Ancestor Minghe shook his head. "Brother Luo Fu, the Blood Sea is too vast. Even after dwelling here so long, I cannot claim to know every corner."

"And you know as well, some things, before they emerge, even if right before my eyes, I might still fail to notice."

This point, for Ancestor Minghe—a Semi-Saint—was very clear.

If his destiny had not yet arrived, even if a treasure stood before him, Ancestor Minghe might still overlook it.

That was due to the influence of Heavenly Dao power.

As for how to avoid being affected by Heavenly Dao power, in this realm of Heaven and Earth, only Luo Fu possessed such ability.

Others—even Heavenly Dao Saints—were equally affected by Heavenly Dao's power.

Thus, Ancestor Minghe's words were also correct.

"Hmm…" Luo Fu nodded. "Brother Minghe, may I enter the Blood Sea?"

Hearing Luo Fu's quiet voice, Ancestor Minghe shuddered.

Normally, allowing others to enter his Blood Sea would make Ancestor Minghe unwilling.

But Luo Fu before him was immensely powerful—he had just given the Lord of the Six Realms to Sister Houtu, and gave him without hesitation.

Had it been him, Ancestor Minghe, he would never have done so.

This alone suggested Luo Fu likely harbored some secrets.

Add to that the three Heavenly Dao Saints behind Luo Fu, and Ancestor Minghe admitted he truly could not afford to provoke him.

This left Ancestor Minghe helpless, sighing.

"Brother Luo Fu, naturally there is no issue—the Blood Sea does not belong to me," Ancestor Minghe hurriedly said.

"Haha, don't worry—such a vast Blood Sea, even if I do something, I won't destroy the entire Blood Sea," Luo Fu laughed.

"..." Ancestor Minghe's face twisted in a bitter smile.

Had Luo Fu not said that, Ancestor Minghe might have been less worried; now, his concerns had grown even greater.

Not to mention how Luo Fu's battle with Saint Zhunti unfolded, even recalling Luo Fu's passage through the Great Arhat Trial, Ancestor Minghe remembered the terrifying scene.

Heavenly Dao judgment, terrifying otherworldly lifeforms.

Any one of them appearing in his Blood Sea would mean its end.

At this moment, Ancestor Minghe could only hope such a thing would not happen to Luo Fu.

"Brother Minghe, then I take my leave," Luo Fu's figure dissolved into a beam of light and instantly vanished into the Blood Sea.

Watching Luo Fu enter the Blood Sea, Ancestor Minghe's eyes flickered.

Because he discovered that after Luo Fu entered the Blood Sea, he had already lost all trace of him.

By normal logic, his Blood Spirit Sons were anchored within the Blood Sea.

Any disturbance within the Blood Sea would surely be known to Ancestor Minghe.

Yet now, a living man like Luo Fu had entered the Blood Sea, and he felt nothing—this proved Luo Fu's mastery of the Dao's profundities surpassed his own.

"Brother Luo Fu…" Ancestor Minghe murmured, "Will you become the next Hunyuan Da Luo of the Primordial World?"

Yes.

Witnessing Luo Fu's strength firsthand had planted ideas in Ancestor Minghe's mind.

Perhaps Luo Fu could become the next Heavenly Dao Saint after the other several.

No—more accurately, not merely a Heavenly Dao Saint, but a Hunyuan Da Luo.

Heavenly Dao Saints attained sainthood through heavenly virtue and destiny.

This, Ancestor Minghe and other Semi-Saints of the Primordial World had witnessed.

Thus, like Nüwa and other Saints, Ancestor Minghe had sought to create life and establish a sect to gain virtue and destiny.

In this way, he might one day use such virtue and destiny to attain sainthood as a Heavenly Dao Saint.

Just like other sages.

One could only say that Ancestor Minghe had bad luck.

Whether creating the Xiūluó race or establishing the Killing Sect, neither made any great contribution to the Primordial World.

The Xiūluó merely added another race to the Primordial World.

The Primordial World had countless races—Wan Ling could not even describe them all; adding just one more race was certainly not enough to earn the Tiandao Society much virtue.

But Nüwa's creation of the human race was different.

That was the next cosmic cycle's celestial protagonist.

In fact, the protagonist's role was even more important than that of the Wu and Yao, or even the earlier Long Feng and Beginning Qilin.

Perhaps this protagonist's function was an instinct of the Tiandao Society.

But more likely, it was some secret left behind by Pangu.

After all, when Pangu emerged from the Primordial Chaos treasure, the Green Lotus, his state was unlike that of other Chaotic Demons.

Other Chaotic Demons had all manner of forms, much like today's妖族 of the Primordial World, or the earlier Long, Feng, and so on.

But Pangu's form was like that of the human race.

The Zu Wu, born from Pangu's blood, also had diverse physical forms—perhaps the result of their fusion with the Primordial World's land.

And the Primordial World, as the world Pangu had opened.

The operation of this world's Tiandao Society may follow a secret pattern modeled after Pangu.

Thus, the human race might merely be the protagonist of one cosmic cycle of the Primordial World.

More accurately, the human race was nearly the future celestial protagonist of the Primordial World.

The various protagonists the Primordial World had experienced before could only be said to mark the beginning of the Tiandao Society's operation; the Primordial World had just been born, and the many lifeforms had greatly influenced it.

Thus, the Tiandao Society enacted one cosmic cycle after another, eliminating factors harmful to the Primordial World, until finally the human race emerged and became the Primordial World's celestial protagonist.

The Xiūluó race created by Ancestor Minghe could not be compared to the human race.

On another front, Ancestor Minghe's Killing Sect was a joke.

The Killing Sect sought to kill all living beings to attain the Dao.

This was utterly impossible according to the Tiandao Society of the Primordial World.

Killing was merely one part of the cosmic order's operation—and not even the main part.

Ancestor Minghe's Killing Sect required killing all living beings to attain the Dao.

How much virtue could the Tiandao Society possibly grant Ancestor Minghe? That would be the real joke.

After that, Ancestor Minghe finally settled down, retreating into the Yinming Blood Sea and making no further moves.

Creating the Xiūluó race, establishing the Killing Sect.

This made Ancestor Minghe, in a certain sense, a laughingstock in the Primordial World.