The River of Darkness sent a message, calling its senior disciple, Bashang.
Bashang was once known as the great Demon King of the World of Absolute Freedom. In the era when saints and near-saints did not appear, his cultivation level as a Golden Immortal could easily outshine all others.
On this side of the blood sea, whenever he appeared before people, he was always dressed in full regalia, wearing an eldritch robe, looking like a monarch. He had always considered himself the king of the blood sea.
Today, he had discussed with his wife the Celestial Consortess Wuomo and his younger brother Daiwanti an attack on Di Zang to retrieve the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Banner, and at the same time save Loxima.
When the Grand Ancestor of the River of Death summoned him, he changed into common attire, and he also shaved off half of his long beard that was once used to display his imperial might, as well as his stubble. After all, it was a stealth attack; the more convenient, the better. He couldn't possibly go dressed in royal robes, considering that Di Zang was also a Golden Immortal.
Bashang thought there was nothing wrong, but the Grand Ancestor of the River of Death noticed that his senior disciple looked quite different from the way he remembered him in their "future" memories. In fact, he looked quite similar to how he used to be.
The blood sea is filled with fierce energy. Here, the master-apprentice relationship is based on mutual utilization.
He himself had traveled through time from the future, and it was absolutely impossible to tell Bashang about such a significant matter. At this moment, the Grand Ancestor of the River of Darkness asked in a vague manner, "Have there been any major events lately?"
The Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag was taken over by an enemy daughter, which could be considered a significant event. However, he absolutely couldn't say that!
Bashang was even more respectful than usual: "Reporting to the master, no events have occurred."
"What, nothing has happened in my boundless sea of blood?"
Bashang nodded confidently and said, "Master, rest assured that everything is normal!"
The Grand Ancestor of the River of Darkness quickly calculated everything in his mind, knowing that the God of the Earth had not yet returned to a cycle. He had an immense opportunity, a heavenly opportunity!
He was present when the God of the Earth transformed into a cycle, and the scene that day had played over and over in his mind countless times. Each time, he was filled with regret, why hadn't he acted a step ahead! If only that-wayward saint had been himself! It didn't matter if his body was destroyed; what he wanted was his own path, to become an actual saint.
He waved authoritatively, "Go down."
Bashang felt insecure, dared not meet his teacher's gaze, and respectfully bowed before stepping down.
After Bashang left, the Grand Ancestor of the River of Darkness made up his mind.
This opportunity does not come again, he feared that his weakness would be discovered by the Tao.
Immediately, he learned the appearance of the future Earth God and loudly declared, "Heavenly Tao is above all. As a disciple of the River of Darkness, I now wish to sacrifice this remaining body and transform into the Six Paths of Rebirth to relieve the sufferings of humanity! Those who have not attained immortality in their lifetime will be reincarnated into the cycle. Those who have committed great good deeds in their lifetime may achieve enlightenment and be admitted to the Heavenly Tao. Those who kill and oppress others will enter the Avatara Path. Those who have no accomplishments in their lifetime will enter the Human Path. Those whose karma is greater than their merits will enter the Animal Path. And those with karma greater than that will enter Hellish Realms and Demon Realms."
Hongjun, who had already achieved harmony with the Dao:
Mengpo, who was simmering the soup:
Six Holy Ones:
Everyone was confused, not knowing what the River of Darkness was doing. How many dishes are in this meal? How can it be drunk to such an extent?
Even the Goddess of Creation, who could be seen as the director of this entire affair, was bewildered by Minghe's strange actions: "Has this fellow gone mad?"
Only those who have experienced time travel can understand each other. Deng Changyu roughly sorted out his thoughts as he roasted meat, telling Nuwa about his guesses.
"I estimate that this ancestor has confused events such as Taixi and Quantao. He may think that he has come to a past time, and then Ms. Pingxin's transformation into a cycle is indeed his heart demon. Again, he was influenced by the unbounded blood sea's karma and made a wrong judgment, wanting to take a step ahead and take away Ms. Pingxin's experience, which led to the farce in front of us."
"Hahaha -- That's hilarious! Minghe, that guy seems so serious, but I didn't expect his brain to be so poor, hahaha --" Nuwa finally understood and laughed until her waist couldn't straighten.
"You are right, there is indeed a demon in his heart," a voice like one from beyond the heavens appeared in the sky-gazing mirror.
Nuwa was startled and quickly covered her mouth. She hadn't realized that not only was she eating the melon, but even the old Deng was there.
"Disciple Bashang greets his teacher."
Wow! Hongjun!
Deng Changyu quickly stopped her "roasting meat" actions, threw the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Banner casually to one side, and directly performed a respectful salute: "A third-generation disciple of the Xuan School, Deng Changyu, greets the Dao Ancestor."
As a direct disciple, she had the qualifications to bow, while figures like Qingluan and the servant girls couldn't even bow, only standing there timidly like quail.
The voice of the Dao Ancestor came again: "Minghe has fallen into demon possession. How should we deal with it?"
Who is the "you" referring to? Deng Changyu looked at Nuwa and saw that Nuwa was also looking at her through the sky-gazing mirror.
Ah Yu, that's you.
No, it must be referring to you, the teacher!
In the face of Nuwa's assertive gaze, Deng Changyu bravely replied, "Reporting to the Dao Ancestor, the descendant believes that it's better to drain off the flow rather than block it. Why not let him go crazy for a while, see if he's having fun, and observe how heavy his demonic nature truly is."
The Dao Ancestor still had that unrushed tone: "But then, wouldn't it create more killing and causality?"
Deng Changyu had already cleared her thoughts, and her fear of the old Deng had decreased. Hongjun was the Dao, and the Dao was not Hongjun. When asked directly, as a direct descendant of the third generation, it was acceptable for her to say a few words.
"The descendant once had a conversation with Di Zang from the Western Xia, and he said, 'True gold does not fear the fire.' Di Zang is definitely not afraid of combat. As for the Shengiku tribe, they are descendants of the Western Xia, and they should also not be afraid of combat."
Not only are they not afraid, but the Shenshu tribe actually looks forward to battle. Making them do paperwork every day would be a true torment.
Hongjun did not say anything else, and under his control, this time the Dao gave Minghe a signal. You can try to establish the Six Paths of Rebirth.
"Ah?! What does that mean?" Chuandou, who was like a street peddler searching for spirit materials in the East, was flabbergasted.
The Heavenly Tao actually agreed to let Minghe establish the cycle!
The other four Holy Ones were each full of questions in their heads. They had just heard Minghe's words and thought that this "old classmate" hadn't woken up yet. Now that they saw it, it was like they hadn't woken up.
With the approval of the Heavenly Tao, though the approval was extremely vague, hovering between yes and no, Minghe was still extremely encouraged.
Excited, he danced around with his hands, saying he would make Bashang the Lord of the Underworld, and that Daiwanti should manage the Eastern Ghost Emperor's Mansion.
Bashang also didn't bother to attack Di Zang and instead implored with great earnestness, "Master, please wake up. Now we're supposed to establish the Six Paths of Rebirth? That's been how many centuries ago?"
Minghe's face darkened: "Rebellious disciple, do you wish to thwart my great Tao?!"
Bashang drew out the Yuan Tu Sword to kill Bashang.
At this moment, Chuandou's gaze fell on the blood sea, followed by the Three Purities and four Holy Ones. Everyone was baffled and eager, merely gathering their gazes together, which injured Minghe.
As Bashang was about to kill him, Pujian changed his name to the Supreme King of the Self-Mastery Heavenly Demon and could not be someone who practiced generosity, modesty, and self-restraint. Angrily running away from him as he saw Minghe Senior about to kill himself.
He felt that the Ancestor of the River of Darkness was mad, and a burst of thoughts in his heart erupted, "A man born in the world, how can he live a humdrum life for a long time?"
