Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

After Pan Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches reached an agreement, they did not set off immediately.

The Blood Sea is, after all, the territory of the Styx River. The Styx River has been operating in the Blood Sea for countless years, and no one knows how many hidden schemes he has laid in the Blood Sea.

The Wu tribe's mission was to investigate, not to provoke, so they naturally had to act as covertly as possible.

Pan Xuan used the Xuanhuang merit light of the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler to conceal the auras of the thirteen people layer by layer, and then urged the righteous energy to set up an invisible barrier around them, isolating them from all external perceptions.

Dijiang used his spatial power to envelop the thirteen people, making their figures appear and disappear in the space, so that even if someone was close by, they would hardly be able to detect their presence.

Zhu Jiuyin then used the power of time to disrupt the time traces left by everyone, rendering any attempt to deduce their whereabouts futile.

The thirteen people transformed into streaks of light, rising from the direction of Mount Buzhou and flying towards the deepest reaches of the primordial land.

The Blood Sea is located on the edge of the primordial wilderness. The further you fly in that direction, the thinner the spiritual energy between heaven and earth becomes, replaced by a faint, bloody aura.

The aura was initially very faint; it was almost imperceptible unless one consciously perceived it.

But as the thirteen men went deeper, the stench of blood grew stronger and stronger. Eventually, even the air seemed to turn a pale red, and every breath they took carried a rusty, sweet-smelling stench.

On the earth, vegetation gradually thinned out, from dense forests to low shrubs, from shrubs to withered yellow grass, and eventually even the grass disappeared.

The ground was a dark reddish hue, the soil as hard as iron, and the surface was covered with cracks, as if something had seeped out from the depths of the earth, staining this land with countless years of history.

"The smell of blood is so strong." Zhu Rong wrinkled his nose and muttered, "We haven't even reached the Sea of ​​Blood yet, and this smell alone is enough to overwhelm us."

Gonggong, unusually, did not refute him, but simply nodded silently.

His water element is most sensitive to liquids, allowing him to perceive something deeper hidden behind the bloody smell in the air.

That was resentment, the lingering resentment of countless dead beings, which permeated the world and lingered there for a long time.

The chill emanating from Xuanming was even stronger than usual, freezing the bloody aura that tried to approach her into frost.

Houtu remained calm, her primordial spirit in her Niwan Palace glowing slightly, the phantom of the Destruction Stele appearing and disappearing behind her, keeping the foul air at bay.

Pan Xuan's righteous energy circulated automatically, and golden light flowed around his body, keeping all the impure energy at bay.

His gaze pierced through the pale red mist, looking towards the edge of the earth.

Finally, a sea of ​​blood appeared before them.

It was a suffocating sight.

Between heaven and earth, an endless, blood-red ocean stretched out.

The seawater was dark red, like congealed blood plasma, so thick it was almost not a liquid.

On the sea surface, blood-red waves surged endlessly, and with each surge, countless dark red bubbles rose from the seabed, bursting open and releasing wisps of black, turbid gas.

The turbid air gathered above the sea, forming a thick layer of blood mist that blotted out the sun and dyed the sky a dark red.

Amidst the sea of ​​blood, countless remains could be vaguely seen drifting with the current.

There were enormous, indescribable bone fragments, incomplete scales, half-rotten wings, and unidentifiable organs and tissues.

The remains floated in the sea of ​​blood, emitting a nauseating stench.

Some of the remains were even trembling slightly, as if some strange life force still lingered within them.

The waves of the Blood Sea crashed against the shore, producing a deep, rumbling sound.

The sound was unlike the usual crashing of ocean waves; it carried a muffled, wailing quality, as if it came from the depths of the earth, like countless creatures crying out in agony at the same time.

Each time the wave recedes, it leaves a layer of sticky red foam on the dark red sand, in which countless tiny, almost invisible blood-red insects wriggle.

Pan Xuan stood at the edge of the sea of ​​blood, gazing at the boundless crimson abyss, a complex and indescribable emotion welling up within him.

This is the filthy blood of Pangu.

Pangu separated heaven and earth, and his body transformed into all things. His blood became rivers, lakes, and seas, nourishing countless creatures on the primordial land.

But his tainted blood, the blood that was contaminated by the Chaos God during the creation of the world and corroded by death energy when he perished, gathered here and transformed into this extremely turbid and filthy sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood contained not only the filthy blood of the Father God, but also the remains and filthy blood of three thousand Chaos Demon Gods.

The remains and blood of the chaotic demons slain by Pangu were also brought here.

Mixed with the filth and blood of Pangu, and fermented over countless years, it formed an incredibly complex and extremely filthy mixture.

"Goodness."

Zhu Rong stood beside Pan Xuan, staring wide-eyed at the sea of ​​blood before her.

"This is even more outrageous than I imagined. This isn't the sea; it's a pot of rotten meat soup that's been simmering for who knows how many years!"

Gonggong, unusually, did not correct Zhurong's crude language, but merely frowned and said:

"The turbid and malevolent energy here is indeed astonishingly dense, but its complexity far exceeds expectations."

It contains resentment, death energy, demonic energy, karma—everything imaginable. If one were to absorb it directly, let alone ordinary tribesmen, even a great shaman would likely be unable to withstand it.

Di Jiang said in a deep voice, "Brother Pan Xuan is right. The turbid evil energy here must be purified with the Azure Lotus before it can be used. Using it directly is tantamount to courting death."

Pan Xuan nodded, but his gaze was fixed on the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

He could sense that beneath that boundless, blood-red ocean, a deeper, more ancient power was slumbering.

That was the most primal power of the Father God's tainted blood, and also the remnant fragments of the will of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods.

If those powers could be purified, their value would be immeasurable.

"Let's go." Pan Xuan withdrew his gaze and said to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, "Let's go in and take a look first."

The thirteen people did not linger at the edge of the sea of ​​blood, but flew straight into its depths.

As soon as you step into the sea of ​​blood, the omnipresent foul air surges in from all directions like a tide.

The fog above the sea of ​​blood was so thick it was almost tangible, and every wisp of fog contained resentment and malevolent energy strong enough to drive an ordinary cultivator mad.

If an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal does not have a supreme treasure to protect him, simply standing here will cause his physical body to be eroded and his primordial spirit to be polluted by the filthy energy. At best, his cultivation will regress; at worst, he will be reduced to a demonic creature that only knows how to kill.

But for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, these foul energies were not so terrible.

The spatial laws and deities around Dijiang automatically appeared, and an invisible barrier formed around him with chaotic light.

The foul air that surged toward him was torn to pieces by the distorted space the moment it came into contact with the spatial barrier, and vanished without a trace.

The Time Law deity of Zhu Jiuyin appeared and disappeared behind him, and the silvery-white river of time flowed slowly around him.

Once those foul energies enter the realm of the river of time, they are trapped in an endless loop, never truly able to touch his body.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong stood on the left and right, respectively, while the power of the Southern Fire and the Weak Water formed two distinct barriers.

The flames of Zhurong burned away all the nearby foul air, making a hissing sound.

Gonggong's Weak Water silently swallowed and dissolved the filth.

Xuanming's chill was even more direct; before the foul air could even get close to her body, it was frozen into ice crystals by the extreme cold and fell down.

Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and Tianwu also activated their respective divine laws to resist the foul air in the sea of ​​blood in their own ways.

Only Houtu and Panxuan are different.

The primordial spirit in Houtu's Niwan Palace glowed faintly, and the phantom of the Destruction Monument appeared behind her, devouring all the filthy energy that approached.

The Destruction Monument was originally Shenni's innate treasure, containing the purest destructive power in the world. These filthy energies were nothing more than insignificant nourishment to it.

Pan Xuan was even more composed.

The Righteous Qi Technique circulated on its own, and golden light flowed endlessly around him.

The moment those foul energies come into contact with the righteous energy, they melt away like ice and snow meeting the sun, leaving not a trace.

Righteousness and integrity, vast and unyielding, are the nemesis of all evil and filth in the world.

Above his head, the Primordial Measuring Ruler floated, casting down a patch of profound yellow light of merit, enveloping him and the Ancestral Witches around him, isolating them from the omnipresent erosion of resentment in the sea of ​​blood.