The Netherworld Blood Sea is extremely far from the Penglai Holy Realm.

To return to the Human World, one must traverse the eighteen layers of the Netherworld along the Lethe River before veering towards the Penglai Holy Realm.

Thus, when Yu Yuan and his company arrived back at the Penglai Holy Realm in the Seven Fragrant Chariot, a full ten days had passed.

In Yu Yuan's opinion: it's not as good as his Chasing Sun Chariot!

Despite the many advantages of the Seven Fragrant Chariot such as "autopilot," "built-in fragrance," "rosy-clouds special effect," Yu Yuan, being a pragmatic person, valued efficiency far more.

In such a case, the Chasing Sun Chariot, which could cross the Primordial expanse in a single day, scored much higher.

Upon their return to the Penglai Holy Realm, Yu Yuan feigned a resurgence of his injuries.

Duobao and the others did a brief check and knew that he wasn't lying.

Indeed, several streams of extremely vicious and malignant strength were fiercely assaulting his Primordial Spirit.

Without any delay, the group started taking action.

The Golden Spirit Saint Mother stepped in to suppress those malignant forces for him.

Zhao Gongming also handed over several Golden Cores, claiming they were Immortal Pills concocted by his second sister, Bi Xiao, greatly beneficial for injuries of the Primordial Spirit.

Yu Yuan took them all, excused himself to recuperate his Divine Soul first, and did not accompany Duobao and the rest to the Biyou Palace.

The Duobao Taoist did not insist either, only instructing him not to leave Penglai in the near future.

At the same time, he was not to spread the word about his assassination attempt until the truth behind it was covertly ascertained.

This suited Yu Yuan's intentions well.

He, too, did not wish to spook the puppeteer behind the scenes, alerting them to his guard.

Arriving back at Qianyuan Mountain, Yu Yuan glanced at the empty Shoujing Temple and crushed a Sound Transmission Treasure Pearl.

Soon after, the figure of Long Ji appeared before him.

This little princess from Heavenly Court had given him a bunch of Sound Transmission Treasure Pearls before leaving, to maintain contact.

Adhering to a no-waste principle, Yu Yuan just so happened to use them to inquire about Wen Zhong's condition.

After a brief exchange, he learned from Long Ji that Wen Zhong was well and safe. After a few thanks, he politely dispelled her figure.

Next to the Shoujing Temple, he took out the palaces that had been kept in the Qiankun Ruyi Bag, arranged them neatly, and then directly entered the largest of the Treasure Halls.

The interior of the Treasure Hall was still as luxurious and opulent as ever, with the bright red embroidered carpet gleaming like clouds and rosy light, dazzling the eyes.

However, the beauty seated cross-legged inside had not dolled up as before; her satin-like black hair was simply tied up in a high bun, and her face was full of anxious and lost colors.

Sensing Yu Yuan's arrival, Bai Ling quickly stood up and looked at him, both shocked and delighted.

Her eyes were a whirlpool of emotions and after a brief glance at Yu Yuan, she gracefully knelt down and said softly:

"Welcome home, young master."

Yu Yuan cracked a slight smile, looking at her and said, "Won't you ask what happened to me?"

Due to the sudden onset of events, he had previously hurriedly placed Bai Ling inside the Qiankun Ruyi Bag.

Thus, she was unwittingly brought to the Penglai Holy Realm.

Bai Ling was currently unaware of her location.

Hearing Yu Yuan's question, she merely smiled and said, "As long as the young master can return safely, that's all that matters, more than anything else."

Yu Yuan felt a warmth in his heart, reached out with his finger gently tapped her tempting red lips, and with a meaningful smile, said, "You've got quite the silver tongue now, haven't you? Usually, you just hum and haw."

After speaking, he felt his finger captured by a dexterous tongue.

Bai Ling opened her red lips slightly, her tongue caressing his finger gently while she spoke in a soft voice, "This is a skill I've just recently mastered, to speak haltingly while talking with the young master… Would you like to try it out?"

"You little demoness..."

Yu Yuan rebuked with a laugh but unusually shook his head.

"Let's talk about serious matters first."

He explained what had happened, omitting some unspeakable secrets but telling Bai Ling the rest.

Her watery eyes gradually widened, sparkling with excitement and admiration.

Bai Ling never imagined that her young master was actually arm-wrestling with that legendary Minghe Ancestor, and even won!

She overlooked the fact that he was chased across thousands of miles and had been forced to seek reinforcements.

She didn't care about those.

After all, that was Minghe Ancestor!

One of the unparalleled Quasi-Saints throughout the ages!

The mere fact that he wasn't immediately killed outright indicated just how powerful her young master was.

Moreover, he even snatched the Companion Spirit Treasures from Minghe Ancestor, not just one!

Just the thought seemed incredible.

Although she knew from the very first encounter a thousand years ago that Yu Yuan was no ordinary person, she was still profoundly shaken at this moment and quite proud of her discernment.

"I'm telling you this because this matter might provoke Minghe Ancestor's wrath upon the Qingqiu."

Yu Yuan stated seriously: "So you'd better let your clan temporarily leave Qingqiu, scatter the members, and seek refuge in various Cave Heaven Blessed Lands... Don't worry, this is just a precaution."

Bai Ling nodded, understanding the urgency of the matter.

She immediately took out a Sound Transmission Treasure Pearl and contacted the senior ancestors of her clan.

As a result, she found out that after that fierce battle in the Qingqiu Mountain, the Qingqiu Nine-tailed Fox clan had already been dispersed by the arrangement of several senior ancestors, fleeing in family units.

Upon hearing this news, Yu Yuan could not help but smile wryly.

No wonder the Qingqiu among the four great fox clans has been flourishing all along.

It turns out they are so "vigilant."

…

Below the Blood Sea is a world unto itself, a middle-thousand world.

This realm is called Asura, where the Asura Clan thrives and multiplies, and also where Minghe Ancestor cultivates.

Unlike any Grotto Heaven or Cave Heaven Blessed Land in the world of mortals, the Asura Realm is desolate and infertile, with scarce Spiritual Energy.

The sky above is the endless Netherworld Blood Sea; endless blood-red light paints the entire Asura Realm red.

The land is barren hills and deserts without a single plant in sight.

Members of the Asura Clan, regardless of gender, must plunge into the blood-red seawater, engaging in a fight to the death with the soul-screaming spirits and some twisted creatures of the Blood Sea, in order to obtain the Spiritual Energy necessary for their cultivation.

This is their method of cultivation.

Cruel and vicious!

At the center of this world lies the Blood God Palace, the Daoist field of the revered Minghe Ancestor.

It is also the sacred ground in the hearts of all from the Asura Clan.

At this moment, intermittent roars of anger and fierce slamming sounds emanate from within the Blood God Palace.

"Insufferably arrogant!"

"Insufferably arrogant!!"

"Insufferably arrogant!!!"

...

Outside the Blood God Palace, Tian Boxun, Great Fantian, and a group of Asura Demon Kings and Demon Generals kneel outside the palace gates, their faces blanched with terror, not even daring to breathe heavily.

The commotion above the Blood Sea was significant, and although they did not witness it firsthand, they could vaguely guess what had occurred.

Undoubtedly, the one who could provoke the Sect Hierarch to such anger must be those damned disciples of the Saints!

Detestable!

Those disciples of the Saints are too arrogant and despotic!

It was bad enough that they humiliated them at will before, but now they even dare to bully a power like the Sect Hierarch, who is a Quasi-Saint.

Detestable!

When can we be like them?

Suddenly.

A cold snort comes from inside the Blood God Palace.

"Everyone, get in here!"

Exchanging glances, Tian Boxun, Great Fantian, and the group of Demon Kings and Generals hasten to enter in single file.

Upon reaching the main hall, they see the Minghe Ancestor seated on a lotus platform, his hair and beard bristling like an angry lion.

"We pay our respects to the Sect Hierarch, wishing you ascend to the Saint Position soon!"

Tian Boxun and the others swiftly kowtow in salute.

As beings created by the Minghe Ancestor, the Asura Clan truly feels reverence for him.

Especially since the opening of the Asura Sect by the Minghe Ancestor, their reverence is coupled with a greater sense of adoration and devotion.

Right now, after Tian Boxun and the others finish their salutations, they kneel motionlessly on the ground, not even lifting their heads.

Because the Minghe Ancestor hasn't commanded them to rise, they do not make any superfluous movements.

This is both reverence and faith.

To the Asura Clan, the Minghe Ancestor is their one and only "True Saint"!

After a long while.

The voice of the Minghe Ancestor finally sounds.

His tone is indifferent and cold, devoid of anger.

"Rise."

"Thank you, Sect Hierarch!"

Relieved, Tian Boxun and the others stand up after expressing their gratitude.

The Minghe Ancestor surveys them with a faint look and says, "From now on, without my command, none of you are to leave the Netherworld Blood Sea voluntarily! Also…

In addition to cultivating your Primordial Spirits, you must also temper and strengthen your physical bodies!

Soon, I will impart to you several Cultivation Methods for toughening your physique."

Hmm?

Surprise flashes in Tian Boxun's eyes, not quite understanding why they are suddenly forbidden from leaving the Netherworld Blood Sea and why there is an abrupt change to their cultivation practice.

However, even though they find it strange, seeing that the Sect Hierarch has no intention of explaining, they dare not ask further questions and quickly express their thanks through salutations.

To them, the Minghe Ancestor is both the God who created them and the Sect Hierarch they worship, as well as the master who teaches them cultivation…

Any of these identities alone is enough for them to trust him implicitly.

At this moment, the Minghe Ancestor's gaze turns to Tian Boxun, the leader of the four great Demon Kings, and he speaks indifferently, "Has that Ksitigarbha from the Western Sect visited the Blood Sea recently?"

Tian Boxun shakes his head and says with utmost reverence, "Ever since a thousand years ago when your Yuan Tu sword severed his Magic Wand, he has not dared to come to the Blood Sea."

The Minghe Ancestor nods slightly, seemingly contemplative.

After a moment of pondering, Tian Boxun asks curiously, "Sect Hierarch, why do you suddenly ask about him?"

The Minghe Ancestor glances at him, his voice chilling, "Does this Hierarch need to explain himself to you?"

"I dare not!"

Tian Boxun's complexion changes drastically, and he immediately kowtows, "Disciple should not have been nosy and asked questions. I implore the Sect Hierarch to forgive me!"

"Get out!"

With a wave from the Minghe Ancestor, Tian Boxun is flung out of the Blood God Palace, crashing into a steep cliff thousands of miles away like a cannonball.

Stunned, Shiva, Great Fantian, Ghost Mother, and the rest of the Asura Clan hardly dare to breathe, afraid to set off the Sect Hierarch before them.

From the lesson learned by Tian Boxun, they can all tell.

The Sect Hierarch may appear to have calmed down, but in fact, all his rage is accumulated within his heart, ready to burst forth at any moment!

At this time, the Minghe Ancestor's gaze drifts to Great Fantian and the others, and he says faintly, "If that Ksitigarbha comes to the Blood Sea in the future, do not engage him in combat; just invite him to see me… Have you understood?"

"We understand!"

Great Fantian and many other Asuras nod in acknowledgment.

"Since you understand, then leave!"

With a wave from the Minghe Ancestor, Great Fantian and a group of Asuras follow in Tian Boxun's footsteps, transforming into human-shaped cannonballs as they shoot towards distant cliffs.

A group of Asuras want to cry but have no tears.

It's one thing for Tian Boxun to be punished after beckoning you, but we haven't done anything at all.

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