Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The Blood Sea is the training ground of the Styx Ancestor, the birthplace of the Asura race, and one of the most dangerous forbidden areas in the primordial world!

Legend has it that the Blood Sea is boundless, and its waters can contaminate magical treasures and corrode one's primordial spirit. Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal who falls into it will have his physical body melted and his soul worn away if he does not have a supreme treasure to protect him.

He had not yet seen the Blood Sea Yellow Dragon, but he could sense that the elusive, foul blood energy was constantly eroding his protective aura.

Sensing the constantly depleted spiritual energy, Huanglong personally experienced the terror of the Blood Sea and why there were so few living beings in it.

Apart from the Styx Ancestor and the Asura race he created from the Blood Sea, and a Blood Mosquito whose existence is unknown, no other living beings reside in the Blood Sea.

I sensed that my spiritual energy was being consumed at an increasingly faster rate as I stayed in the sea of ​​blood.

Huanglong couldn't help but sigh, wondering which Great Luo Golden Immortal's spiritual energy could withstand such a drain!

Even if he were already like this, if he stayed in this sea of ​​blood for thousands of years, without the replenishment of spiritual energy and the protection of spiritual treasures, he would still be assimilated by this sea of ​​blood.

However, Huanglong happened to have a treasure that could counteract this foul energy.

A white lotus quietly appeared atop the Yellow Dragon's head, sending down beams of purifying light to isolate the filth and blood energy within the sea of ​​blood.

It can even separate the filth containing endless resentment from it, leaving behind pure blood essence.

Huanglong Xuezhui Houtu absorbed a wisp of blood energy into his body and refined it using the Nine Revolutions Yuan Technique of the Wu Clan, without experiencing any discomfort.

A smile appeared on Huang Long's face.

With this Pure White Lotus present, the Blood Sea is a forbidden place for other living beings, but for Huanglong, it is a rare treasure land for body tempering.

After traveling hundreds of millions of miles, the scenery suddenly changed.

At the horizon, a "sea" appeared.

It was indeed a sea, vast and boundless, its waters a viscous, dark red, like blood that had been stored for a long time.

The sea was calm, yet it spontaneously churned up blood-red waves, each emitting a nauseating stench.

At the same time, a grayish-black mist surged out from the blood waves, and various twisted creatures vaguely emerged from the mist, their mouths agape silently, as if bearing boundless pain.

The most unsettling sound is the sound of the sea.

That wasn't the sound of waves, but a mixture of billions of sounds!

Wailing, weeping, screaming, cursing, whispering... each layer more terrifying than the last, never ceasing.

Even though they were separated by billions of miles, when Huanglong opened the purification barrier of the Pure World White Lotus, the sound of the "sea" penetrated his soul, making Huanglong dizzy and forcing him to continue to open the purification barrier.

However, the earth remained completely unaffected.

She stood on a towering reef on the edge of the Blood Sea, quietly gazing at the boundless sea of ​​blood.

Huanglong came to Houtu's side and saw that her eyes reflected the entire sea of ​​blood, as well as countless points of light struggling and sinking in the sea of ​​blood.

Yes, a spot of light.

Huanglong focused his gaze and finally saw clearly—in that viscous sea of ​​blood, there were billions of faint points of light floating and struggling.

They were exactly the same as the true spirits we had seen before, only more powerful and countless in number, densely packed, as if every drop of seawater in this sea of ​​blood contained a true spirit, filled with pain and despair.

Some points of light tried to break through the sea surface, but the blood, thick as glue, held them firmly in place.

Whenever a point of light is about to burst forth, countless tentacles made of congealed blood extend from the sea surface, dragging them back into the depths.

Other points of light sank to the bottom of the sea, their light growing dimmer and dimmer until they were completely extinguished, becoming part of the sea of ​​blood.

Some of the light spots underwent a strange transformation in the sea of ​​blood. They devoured and merged with each other, gradually growing stronger, and their light changed from a faint white to a scarlet red.

These crimson dots will actively attack and devour other dots, growing stronger and stronger, eventually even condensing into blurry phantoms within the sea of ​​blood.

When this phantom becomes powerful enough, it will obey the call of some force, stop devouring other true spirits, and head towards the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

"That's... the Asura created by the Styx Ancestor?" Huanglong asked in confusion.

"Not yet!"

Houtu's voice was soft, yet it clearly pierced through the wails of the sea of ​​blood: "They are 'blood spirits,' the products of true spirits being eroded and polluted by the sea of ​​blood. If they can devour enough blood spirits and other true spirits and regain a sliver of clarity, and then receive guidance from the Styx Ancestor, they will have the chance to transform into the Asura race."

She paused, then added, "But only one in ten thousand succeeds. The vast majority of true spirits will eventually dissipate completely, or be assimilated by the sea of ​​blood, becoming nourishment for this filthy land to grow stronger."

Looking at the points of light struggling and floating in the sea of ​​blood, Huanglong suddenly understood something.

"These true spirits are the products of countless beings who perished in the primordial world!"

"That's right." Houtu nodded. "The Blood Sea is the most yin and filthy place in the primordial world, and it has a natural attraction to true spirits. After a living being dies, if the true spirit does not immediately dissipate, it will be drawn by the Blood Sea, traversing billions of spaces, and eventually converging here."

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the depths of the sea of ​​blood: "Look there."

Huang Long looked in the direction she pointed and saw a huge whirlpool in the center of the sea of ​​blood, with a diameter of at least tens of millions of kilometers.

The whirlpool slowly rotated, continuously drawing the phantom spirits that had condensed on the sea surface into its depths.

At the bottom of the whirlpool, the outline of a palace could be faintly seen—it was entirely blood-red, built from countless skeletons, and a pair of huge blood-red lanterns hung from the top of the palace, like two eyes, coldly watching the entire sea of ​​blood.

"That is the Blood God Palace of the Styx Ancestor," Houtu said. "He sits in the Blood Sea, suppressing the fortune with the two swords 'Yuantu' and 'Abi,' protecting himself with the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, and controlling the entire Blood Sea with countless Blood God Child clones."

These true spirits are his "resources" for cultivation; they can be used to nurture the Asura race, to refine Blood God Children, and... to ignite the karmic fire.

Houtu's tone was unusually calm!

Huanglong looked at the two huge lanterns above the Blood God Temple, where two lotus-shaped karmic flames were burning.

"Is it because the Styx Ancestor is constantly consuming the true spirits that have sunk into the Blood Sea that the endless true spirits in the Blood Sea have been kept at a certain number, and that the Blood Sea has never grown stronger?" Huanglong asked Houtu Ancestral Witch.

Houtu looked at Huanglong in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to ask such a question.

Houtu gazed at the countless true spirits struggling and sinking in the boundless sea of ​​blood. After a few breaths, Houtu nodded and said:

"good!"

"In that case, the Styx Ancestor must have done great deeds in the primordial world."

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