Chapter 617

And as the Dao of Heaven underwent repeated cataclysms, its control over the Primordial World grew ever more complete.

Luo Fu clearly understood this very well.

Compared to his own Primordial World, the Journey to the West World had endured two additional cataclysms, and the Dao of Heaven now held nearly total dominion over the Three Realms.

Precisely because of this, Luo Fu remained so low-key in the Journey to the West World.

Ancestor Hongjun amassed a fortune, while Ancestor Minghe was left to bear the blame.

One could only say Ancestor Minghe was terribly unlucky and had pitiful origins, utterly disregarded by Ancestor Hongjun.

To Ancestor Hongjun, sealing the hole punched by the Two Realms Mountain was no more than a trivial matter.

He did not act because, in his view, the hole caused by the Two Realms Mountain had produced no consequences.

Yes, from Ancestor Hongjun's perspective, the hole punched by the Two Realms Mountain truly caused no consequences.

All the spaces connected by the hole punched by the Two Realms Mountain lay within the Primordial World itself.

Even if the power of the Blood Sea leaked into these spaces, it remained inside the Primordial World.

It was merely relocated from the Nether Blood Sea to another place.

As for the Blood Sea's power being dissolved upon entering the Chaotic Void, that was even less of a concern.

In essence, the Nether Blood Sea was nothing but a garbage dump.

Everything inside a garbage dump is trash.

When trash is broken down, it is certainly a good thing.

Different perspectives yield different judgments.

Since it was merely a trivial matter, Ancestor Hongjun naturally paid it no heed, let alone intervened.

Thus, Ancestor Minghe could only accept his misfortune and shoulder the burden himself.

To Ancestor Hongjun, it was merely a trivial matter.

But to Ancestor Minghe, it was a matter of life and death.

If the Nether Blood Sea was a garbage dump, then Ancestor Minghe was unquestionably its superintendent. If the garbage dump vanished, the superintendent would have no reason to exist.

Therefore, because of this undeserved calamity, Ancestor Minghe—who gained no benefit whatsoever—was forced to act and seal the hole punched by the Two Realms Mountain.

And he must constantly divert his attention to suppress the Two Realms Mountain.

"Minghe, have you ever tried passing through the Two Realms Mountain into the spaces it connects?"

After carefully examining the hole punched by the Two Realms Mountain, Luo Fu withdrew his attention and turned back to Ancestor Minghe.

"No, the space beneath the seal was too chaotic. I expended tremendous effort merely to seal it—I had no energy left to observe those spaces."

Ancestor Minghe spoke with profound helplessness.

This was, in fact, the true reason Ancestor Minghe regarded the Two Realms Mountain as his greatest secret.

Sealing the Dao was not something Ancestor Minghe excelled at.

He possessed neither the innate talent nor the inherited knowledge for it.

Within the hole punched by the Two Realms Mountain, violent and chaotic spatial currents raged everywhere.

Merely sealing it cost Ancestor Minghe a heavy price.

More importantly, because his mastery of the Sealing Dao was so low, the seal on the Two Realms Mountain was inherently unstable.

If anyone discovered the secret of the Two Realms Mountain, they could easily destroy the seal.

Once the seal was broken, Ancestor Minghe would be forced to expend further cost to reseal the hole punched by the Two Realms Mountain.

Resealing it was not particularly difficult.

The fear was that someone might exploit this weakness, repeatedly breaking the seal.

Even worse, they might employ methods to agitate the hole punched by the Two Realms Mountain, further increasing the difficulty of sealing it.

Whether or not anyone would do such a thing, once the secret of the Two Realms Mountain was exposed, it would inevitably become Ancestor Minghe's fatal weakness.