Daoist Ming He, situated within the Blood Sea, saw Zhen Yuanzi returning to the Blood Sea and didn’t hesitate to summon numerous Blood God’s Sons again.
Zhen Yuanzi’s intention to refine the Blood Sea was something Daoist Ming He would definitely thwart.
Zhen Yuanzi saw those Blood God’s Sons and did not leave immediately; instead, he waved his sleeve.
In a flash, a small portion of the Blood God’s Sons closest to Zhen Yuanzi were directly taken in by him.
If this Divine Skill were used against beings of the same realm, it would have little effect.
However, it proved to be very effective against these Blood God’s Sons, who were at the Daluo Golden Immortal level.
Daoist Ming He saw his Blood God’s Sons being taken in and was momentarily stunned.
Then, he saw Zhen Yuanzi leave the Blood Sea without turning his head back.
In an instant, Daoist Ming He seemed to realize something, and his complexion immediately turned very unsightly.
Not long afterward, he felt the strand of Divine Soul he had embedded in the Blood God’s Sons being destroyed.
One after another, following the number he had taken away—second, third...
The number matched those of the Blood God’s Sons that Zhen Yuanzi had brought with him.
It was Zhen Yuanzi who destroyed that strand of Daoist Ming He’s Divine Soul within those Blood God’s Sons and refined them.
Zhen Yuanzi discovered that, compared to directly refining the Blood Sea, it is better to refine the Blood God’s Sons.
Refining the Blood Sea would mean only slowly drawing from the Blood Sea bit by bit to refine it; causing any significant impact would inevitably consume endless ages.
But refining Blood God’s Sons was different.
These Blood God’s Sons were formed from the essence Daoist Ming He had drawn from the Blood Sea—refining one Blood God’s Son was equivalent to the amount of the Blood Sea that Zhen Yuanzi would take countless years to refine.
Under these circumstances, Zhen Yuanzi naturally knew what to do.
At the moment when Zhen Yuanzi left with the Blood God’s Sons, Daoist Ming He had also realized this, which was why his complexion was so dreadful.
After a while, Zhen Yuanzi once again arrived above the Blood Sea.
Daoist Ming He looked at Zhen Yuanzi with a cold expression, making no move.
He was sitting on the Twelve-grade Karma Fire Red Lotus, closing his eyes, drawing the essence from the Blood Sea to recover his injuries.
Zhen Yuanzi sensed the disappearance of Daoist Ming He’s gaze, and with the Blood Sea remaining calm, he thought to himself: what a pity.
If he could refine all of Daoist Ming He’s Blood God’s Sons, the Blood Sea would undoubtedly be greatly damaged by resentment, and Daoist Ming He’s cultivation would certainly be impacted.
After all, those Blood God’s Sons contained a strand of Daoist Ming He’s Divine Soul.
After silently lamenting ’what a pity,’ Zhen Yuanzi then sat cross-legged above the Blood Sea, slowly refining the Blood Qi within it.
In reality, the act of refining the Blood Sea had no particular benefit for Zhen Yuanzi.
Even directly refining the Blood God’s Sons was not of much benefit to him.
His path diverged from Daoist Ming He’s and the various things within the Blood Sea were of little use to Zhen Yuanzi.
It was only because of Daoist Hong Yun’s fall, and the anger in his heart that could not be vented, that he came to the Blood Sea, seeking out Ming He, the prime culprit behind the demise of his close friend.
Now, Daoist Ming He had also understood that he had sustained heavy injuries and was simply incapable of confronting Zhen Yuanzi.
Thus, he no longer bothered with Zhen Yuanzi above the Blood Sea; rather than letting Zhen Yuanzi refine the Blood God’s Sons, it was better to just let him refine the Blood Qi in the Blood Sea.
He closed his eyes tightly, focusing on recovering his own injuries.
As long as his injuries healed, Zhen Yuanzi would likely be unable to continue refining the Blood Qi above the Blood Sea.
For a time, the Blood Sea once again regained its calm, Zhen Yuanzi unobstructed above it, continuing to refine the Blood Sea’s Blood Qi, as if Daoist Ming He did not care at all.
Though Taiching Laozi had never left Shouyang Mountain, he was very well-informed about the events unfolding in the Primordial realm.
Now in the Primordial realm, the Demon Clan held sway over the Primordial Starry Sky and the Heavenly Realm, with Emperor Jun and Nuwa Saint watching over tranquilly, detachedly observing the various conflicts on the Primordial Continent.
Upon the Primordial Continent, the Immortal Court remained in a defensive posture, while the Witch Clan was still on the offensive.
The attackers were not limited to the Immortal Court; they also included other races within the Primordial realm.
Seeing this scene, Taiching Laozi frowned slightly.
His last intervention near Penglai Immortal Island, aside from saving East King and those four Primordial Golden Immortals, seemed to have had no impact on the Witch Clan.
This was far from the result he had anticipated.
He had thought that the Witch Clan would fear the Saint backing the Immortal Court and postpone their assault on them, or even on the other races of the Primordial realm.
But now, it seemed as if the Witch Clan had not changed at all.
Taiching Laozi wrapped his mind around all the powers in the Primordial realm, ceaselessly analyzing.
Now, in the Primordial realm stood three great powers, represented by three mountains.
Demon Clan, Witch Clan, Immortal Court.
Taiching Laozi’s gaze was distant and profound as he contemplated in his heart.
After a long while, Taiching Laozi calmly spoke in a low voice, "This matter is not for me alone to address."
Taiching Laozi’s spirit stirred, and the Tai Chi Diagram appeared beside him as a stream of Yin and Yang energy surged with his Primordial Spirit straight towards the Heavenly Dao.
Then, Taiching Laozi retracted the Tai Chi Diagram, stood up, and with one step, he arrived at the edge of the Primordial realm.
Without any hesitation, he took another step, entering into the Chaos.