Chapter 185: I Am the One Who Escaped Between Heaven and Earth

Pangu split the heavens and earth, his body evolving into all things, while his navel transformed into a sea of blood.

The Sea of Blood spanned tens of thousands of miles, forming a space of its own within; inside, blood waves surged, no fish or shrimp thrived, and no birds or insects arrived.

The baleful energy between heaven and earth all gathered here, and the masses of the Primordial World called it the Nether Blood Sea.

A placenta was naturally conceived in its midst, and later, Minghe was born carrying the Abi and Yuantu swords.

At this moment, in that blood-red sea, countless blood waves surged up, surrounding a figure like stars around the moon.

The man had a face full of red whiskers, his crimson robe swaying in the wind, radiating vast heavenly might.

In the blood water, figures knelt on the surface with respectful expressions; they were the Asura Clan.

The males were ugly and ferocious, while the females were all as beautiful as flowers, wearing only shreds of clothing and radiating endless temptation.

"Hahaha, I, Minghe, have this day too!" Minghe looked up and laughed, the gloom in his heart swept away.

He gripped the void with his right hand, and in a trance, the heavens and earth seemed to be within his grasp; this feeling was truly too exhilarating.

Back when Hongjun preached, he was merely an ordinary member among the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace, having failed to snatch a Cushion and having not obtained any Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Yet Minghe's desire to become a Saint was no less than anyone else's; as an Innate Sacred, who would willingly admit to being beneath others?

For these years, he had been hiding in the Sea of Blood to cultivate in seclusion, relying on his connection to the Sea of Blood to smoothly sever his Three Corpses and break through to the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.

Minghe was quite proud of this, yet he could never grasp the final step.

No matter what method he tried, he simply could not merge his Three Corpses and take that step.

Minghe vaguely understood in his heart: Hongmeng Purple Qi—because there was no Hongmeng Purple Qi, he could not take that step.

He was furious; although he had always been in the Sea of Blood, he still had some understanding of affairs in the Primordial World.

Among the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace, those who had severed all Three Corpses were few and far between; he was clearly at the very forefront, yet he was blocked by a single strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

The furious Minghe had originally intended to snatch Hongyun's Hongmeng Purple Qi, but who knew that fellow would be chased by the Demon Court all the way to Mount Buzhou.

Minghe naturally knew of the stone man on Mount Buzhou, and he had to admit that the other party was somewhat powerful.

After quietly staying in the Primordial World for a time, Minghe could only return to the Sea of Blood in disappointment, only to find that Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti had become Saints.

He learned of the way Jieyin and Zhunti became Saints and also inquired about the key to Nuwa's enlightenment.

Excited, Minghe returned to the Nether Blood Sea and immediately began to imitate them.

He created the Asura Clan using the wandering ghosts between heaven and earth, but only a small amount of merit descended, which was simply insufficient to merge the Three Corpses.

A helpless Minghe then established the Asura Sect using the Asura Clan he had created; this time, Minghe was even more depressed—let alone a small amount, there was not even a shred of merit.

Minghe was enraged, feeling that the Heavenly Dao was unfair; annoyed, he could only spend his days in debauchery within the Blood River Palace.

Unexpectedly, some time ago, while he was enjoying himself with many female Asuras, a strand of purple light escaped from the void and plunged directly into his body.

Hongmeng Purple Qi! He had actually obtained a strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi! Back in Purple Heaven Palace, the Dao Ancestor bestowed seven strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi, and only the last one remained drifting outside, representing the one that escaped between heaven and earth.

Now, this sole variable had actually fallen upon him.

With a face full of ecstasy, Minghe immediately went into seclusion to comprehend the obtained Hongmeng Purple Qi.

After tinkering for a long time, although he could control the Hongmeng Purple Qi with ease, who knew there would be no response at all.

Minghe was not an impatient person, so he calmed his heart to cultivate, only to be awakened by the commotion of the Three Pure Ones becoming Saints.

And just after the Three Pure Ones became Saints, his heart and mind became clear, and he once again swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao.

To Minghe's surprise, this time the heavens and earth responded, and a massive amount of golden merit descended.

Relying on that dense merit, he successfully merged his Three Corpses, took the final step, and became a Saint as he had wished!

Although he felt the way of becoming a Saint was a bit strange, Minghe did not care at all.

Regardless, he was now the seventh Saint between heaven and earth.

This feeling of holding all living beings in the palm of his hand was truly too exhilarating. Moreover, Minghe discovered that his connection to the Sea of Blood had become even tighter.

Vaguely, he felt that a space within the Sea of Blood was calling to him.

It was just that the response was somewhat blurry, and when he wanted to investigate carefully, there was no response at all.

However, his Primordial Spirit revealed that a great opportunity awaited him there, which undoubtedly made Minghe even happier.

As his gaze swept over the Asura Clan below, Minghe grabbed with his large hand, and immediately, continuous, urgent screeching sounds came from the void before him.

A black giant mosquito about three meters in size appeared, anxiously flapping its blood-red wings and struggling violently in the air.

Blood light surged, but no matter how that blood-winged black mosquito clashed, it still could not break through that space.

Watching the giant mosquito's panicked appearance, Minghe looked up and laughed.

"Haha, Mosquito Daoist, let's see where you can escape to this time?" His hearty laughter was full of mockery.

This blood-winged black mosquito was also born in the Sea of Blood, and after taking human form, it had always wanted to dominate the Sea of Blood alone.

The Sea of Blood was his foundation for cultivation, so Minghe naturally would not allow this fellow to act recklessly.

Although the Mosquito Daoist's cultivation was not as high as his, they were both conceived in the Sea of Blood, and the Mosquito Daoist's Blood Escape Technique was unparalleled, allowing it to escape from his hands time and again.

The Sea of Blood formed a space of its own, and although he had searched many times, he still could do nothing about this fellow.

Now that he had just become a Saint, it took only a single thought in his mind to capture this troublesome fellow.

Right now, no matter how the other party employed that Blood Escape Technique, it could not break through the space in his palm.

Seemingly knowing it was powerless to escape, the blood-winged black mosquito transformed into a man in black, his face looking incomparably ugly.

The Mosquito Daoist cupped his hands and helplessly lowered his head: "Mosquito Daoist greets Saint Minghe!"

Having just been shocked by Minghe's becoming a Saint, he had not expected to be captured by the other party with a flip of a hand.

Minghe had become a Saint; this was something he had never dared to imagine before.

Without his most proficient Blood Escape Technique, the gap between him and Minghe was already that of heaven and earth.

Seeing the Mosquito Daoist yield, Minghe could not help but laugh out loud again.

The two of them had fought for countless years, neither willing to submit to the other, but in the end, he had come out on top.

The other party's respectful expression made Minghe feel exceptionally pleased.

The Mosquito Daoist wore a bitter expression, waiting respectfully on the side, saying nothing at all.

Minghe did not mind, his gaze instead looking toward the depths of the Netherworld.

After becoming a Saint, he faintly sensed an unusual fluctuation in that direction.

Suppressing the urge to go to the Primordial World to show off, Minghe took a step forward and fled toward the depths of the Netherworld.

The Mosquito Daoist, standing on the side, likewise followed closely behind, unable to control himself.

Feeling the irresistible force enveloping his entire body, the Mosquito Daoist's face looked somewhat ugly.

Minghe, in front, caught a glimpse of the other's expression from the corner of his eye, feeling even more smug in his heart.

Before long, Minghe arrived at the deepest part of the Netherworld.

"Eh! When did a change occur here?" There, dark light surged, and it seemed as if something was gestating.

Born in the Nether Blood Sea, Minghe had naturally explored this space many times.

Except for the Blood Sea that birthed him, the rest of the place was entirely desolate, with only numerous wandering ghosts, yet now there was actually a disturbance. It seemed to be a change that only occurred after he became a Saint.

Moving closer, Minghe sensed it carefully and was surprised to find a familiar aura radiating out.

"Could it be another opportunity for this seat?" Minghe stroked his chin, his rugged face showing joy.

Before becoming a Saint, the entire Netherworld was his territory. Now that he had taken that step, it went without saying.

The change before his eyes was absolutely his destiny.

The joyful Minghe immediately calmed his mind and began to carefully sense what was within.

The Mosquito Daoist stood in the distance, looking up and down at that mass of dark light, his eyes also filled with curiosity.

Only when his gaze swept over Minghe, who was wearing a fiery red robe, did his expression become somewhat depressed.

In the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space, after Tian Yuan and the other two observed the slowly manifesting Blood Sea for a while, they all departed.

Houtu returned to the third Main Vein of the Eastern Land, joining a group of the Wu Clan to accelerate the dredging and purification of the Earth Veins.

Minghe had begun to contend for the authority of the Earthly Dao, and Houtu was naturally very anxious in her heart.

Her Dao was in the Netherworld, but since the repair of the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk was too slow, Houtu could only start by strengthening the will of Mount Buzhou.

Once all the Earth Veins of the Eastern Land were purified, it would not only accelerate the recovery of the Earthly Dao but also assist Tian Yuan.

Tian Yuan was already at the Peak Primordial Golden Immortal realm; perhaps after dredging the last Main Vein of the Eastern Land, he could Proving the Dao to Hunyuan.

When the time came, with Tian Yuan's help, why fear that mere Minghe? This would allow her to buy more time.

Nuwa and Tian Yuan left the Consciousness Space and returned to Mount Buzhou once more.

The moment the two appeared, an ethereal Dao sound came from the horizon: "I am one of the Three Pure Ones, a Heavenly Dao Saint, and leader of the Chan Sect, Yuanshi Tianzun. Three thousand years from now, we of the Three Pure Ones will preach on Kunlun Mountain; those with affinity may enter the Saint's sect."

The voice rolled out, echoing across the entire Eastern Land and ringing in the ears of numerous living beings.

Tian Yuan's face sank, his brows carrying a hint of annoyance.

Just like him, it was three thousand years later; Yuanshi Tianzun was clearly targeting him.

He had been in the Primordial World for quite some time, but his only intersection with the Three Pure Ones was the treasure hunt on Mount Buzhou after the first lecture at Purple Heaven Palace.

Tian Yuan was not sure if it was because of a few Spiritual Roots or if it had to do with that person in Purple Heaven Palace.

Nuwa frowned and said softly, "Is this Yuanshi's intention, or the intention of the Three Pure Ones?"

Laozi was the head of the Three Pure Ones; if it were truly the Three Pure Ones preaching, it should have been him speaking.

Tian Yuan did not respond. Although the Three Pure Ones eventually split up, Laozi still walked closely with Yuanshi Tianzun.

The Three Pure Ones were already famous far and wide, and now that they had achieved Sainthood, his own appeal could not compare; unless he could also take that step.

This move by Yuanshi Tianzun could not disrupt Tian Yuan's plan, but if he wanted to promote the Hunyuan Dao throughout the entire Primordial World, he undoubtedly needed more time.

Just as Tian Yuan was feeling annoyed in his heart, a gentle Dao sound rang in his ears.

"I am the Humanity Mother, Goddess Nuwa. Three thousand years from now, I will preach the Hunyuan Dao together with Dao Brother Tian Yuan on Mount Buzhou; all those with affinity may come!"

The voice likewise rolled out, echoing across the entire heaven and earth.

Tian Yuan turned to look at Nuwa, a hint of helplessness on his face.

Although he had no intention of hiding his identity, this 'Dao Brother' from Nuwa would likely make him the focus of the Primordial World in an instant.

Nuwa was the first person in the Primordial World to become a Saint after the Dao Ancestor, yet now she actually called Tian Yuan 'Dao Brother'.

This not only shocked all living beings in heaven and earth, but even the several Heavenly Dao Saints were astonished.

After becoming Saints, they personally felt that all below the Saint were ants, and ants were existences that could be slapped to death with a wave of the hand.

No matter how strong Tian Yuan was, he was just a slightly stronger ant; how could he be called 'Dao Brother'?

Tian Yuan gave a wry smile and said helplessly, "Daoist friend is very kind!"

With this sound transmission from Nuwa, at least he could contend with the Three Pure Ones.

He admired Nuwa's decision even more in his heart.

As expected of the first to become a Saint among the Six Saints of Heaven and Earth, this decisiveness was not something an ordinary person could compare to.

Choosing to support Tian Yuan at this time was undoubtedly going head-to-head with the Three Pure Ones.

The strength of the Three Pure Ones was beyond doubt; not only were they all Heavenly Dao Saints, but they also each possessed supreme treasures.

In the eyes of all living beings in heaven and earth, although the Three Pure Ones became Saints the latest, they were still the strongest combination.

To offend the Three Pure Ones openly for the sake of a Tian Yuan, Nuwa needed great courage.

Nuwa smiled and said faintly, "I hope Dao Brother will Proving the Dao to Hunyuan as soon as possible, otherwise Nuwa may not be able to withstand the supreme treasures of the Three Pure Ones."

Whether it was becoming a Saint or Proving the Dao to Hunyuan, for others it was a chasm-like gap, but for Tian Yuan, Nuwa had absolute confidence.

As long as he was given enough time, Tian Yuan would definitely be able to take that step.

"I shall not fail the expectations of Daoist friend!" Tian Yuan cupped his hands.

Previously, when facing the strong with weakness, there was no great disparity, and by relying on his formidable physical body, he could even fight for a while.

But entering the Saint era, the gap was too large; without Proving the Dao to Hunyuan, there were indeed many constraints.

Without further ado, after bidding farewell to Nuwa, Tian Yuan chose a quiet place to cultivate.

Houtu was accelerating the purification of the Earth Vein, and he also had to cultivate diligently; Tian Yuan thought it would be best if he could achieve Proving the Dao to Hunyuan within three thousand years.

At this moment, in the Sanqing Palace on Kunlun Mountain, Tongtian was furious at the self-assertiveness of Yuanshi Tianzun.

However, with many fellow Daoists present in the hall to offer congratulations, it was inconvenient for him to say anything, yet he was shocked in the blink of an eye by the sound of Nuwa's Dao.

It was not just Tongtian; everyone present in the hall was stunned.

Those who could come here to offer congratulations were almost all the three thousand guests from Purple Heaven Palace, who were also acquaintances of Nuwa.

Nuwa, who was also a Personal Disciple of the Dao Ancestor, seemed to have chosen to break with the Three Pure Ones, and all because of a Tian Yuan.

The great hall, which had been filled with cheerful voices, instantly fell into silence.

Whether it was the Three Pure Ones or Nuwa, they were all high and mighty Heavenly Dao Saints, not existences that they could discuss.

The exceptionally awkward atmosphere left Yuanshi Tianzun, who was at the head of the hall, frozen in place.

He simply disliked Tian Yuan, and thinking that the Chan Sect had already been established, it was a good time to take in some disciples, so he grandly used the sound of the Dao to spread his message across heaven and earth, but Yuanshi had completely not expected that Nuwa would assist the other party.

He knew that Nuwa had a very close relationship with Tian Yuan, but he had not expected it to be to such an extent that she would actually slap his face in public.

Laozi had a sullen face, and his gaze turned toward the many Innate Sacreds in the lower seats; a gentle voice came, "Everyone! Let us end here for today. You may come to Kunlun again when you have time, and we shall discuss the Dao again."

Since Laozi, the head of the Three Pure Ones, had spoken, no one in the hall dared to object.

One by one, they stood up and respectfully withdrew, with only Jieyin and Zhunti in the front row remaining motionless.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Sanqing Palace was once again left with only the five of them: the Three Pure Ones and the Western Two Sages.

Yet on the face of each of them, one could see solemnity and doubt, with only Yuanshi being the exception.

After everyone had left, his face turned dark.

(End of this chapter)