Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 842: 861: Meeting Minghe Again

Chapter 842: Chapter 861: Meeting Minghe Again

The Blood Sea never dries, Minghe never dies; among the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man, only Minghe Ancestor can bear such a title. Even among Quasi-Saints, Minghe Ancestor is incredibly difficult to deal with; even Saints find it hard to kill him.

The Blood Sea surges, waves crashing mightily; the Netherworld Blood Sea is vast beyond measure. In this Blood Sea, the Asura clan dwells—mysterious laughter and fierce roars can often be heard reverberating over the Blood Sea, and countless Blood Shadows can be seen crossing and crisscrossing in its air.

Vroom!

The void trembles, waves ripple; Ye Xuan steps forth into the air above the Blood Sea. With his arrival, numerous terrifying ghostly shadows appear, menacingly roaring as they rush towards Ye Xuan.

Boom!

The Buddhist Law is boundless, light illuminating everywhere; Ye Xuan clasped his hands together in prayer, chanting the Vajra Rebirth Scripture. Wherever the Buddha Light traveled, these ghostly shadows disintegrated into black smoke, and their mouths emitted terrifying screams.

“Minghe!”

Ye Xuan gazed coldly and expressionlessly; his deep eyes surveyed the depths of the Blood Sea as he called out Minghe Ancestor’s name, causing the whole Netherworld Blood Sea to stir with towering waves and intense tremors.

“Bald thief, do you truly believe there’s no one in the Netherworld Blood Sea?”

Chizz! Chizz!

Two slices of murderous sword light roared in, the Yuan Tu and Avici swords manifested and slashed straight down at Ye Xuan, encircling him with four Blood Shadows instantly.

Clang! Clang!

Two thunderous blasts rang out, yet Ye Xuan didn’t budge, and the Yuan Tu and Avici swords were flung out without causing him any harm.

“Summon your Master.” Ye Xuan smiled slightly.

“Bald thief, you think you can see our Master?”

Shiva coldly reprimanded, as the Yuan Tu and Avici swords resounded, locking Ye Xuan with their murderous aura, yet he refrained from attacking Ye Xuan, his eyes rather filled with gravitas.

At this moment, the Netherworld Blood Sea was facing a great crisis. Since Daoist Zhunti came to demand Hongmeng Purple Qi from Minghe Ancestor, Minghe Ancestor had hidden in the Netherworld Blood Sea and hastened to comprehend the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Yet the whole Netherworld Blood Sea was entirely sealed by Zhunti; none of the Asura clan could escape even a single step. Shiva, as a disciple of Minghe Ancestor, bore the responsibility of guarding the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Today, someone from the Buddhist Sect arrived, not a Saint, but daring enough to come alone signifies that this individual’s Cultivation must be extraordinary, undoubtedly bringing a great crisis to the Netherworld Blood Sea.

“Minghe, borrowing and returning, this is the law of causality. Even if given a million years, you still cannot comprehend the Hongmeng Purple Qi.” Ye Xuan’s voice echoed over the Netherworld Blood Sea, causing tremendous upheaval.

Swish, swish, swish!

The Blood Sea surged, waves rolled, and a monumental wave rose; Minghe Ancestor quietly appeared atop the tides, blood light and hostility slightly emanating from his body as he squinted at Ye Xuan.

“Master!” Shiva bowed respectfully, then retreated behind Minghe Ancestor.

“I, the Ancestor, lived from the Primordial Era to the present. Never have I heard of such a figure in the Buddhist Sect. I wonder who you are, Daoist, and your relationship with the Western Two Saints?” Minghe Ancestor spoke coldly.

For tens of thousands of years, Minghe Ancestor hadn’t changed, but there was a hint of sorrow in his brow, as if he had been tormented day and night over these years. Now, facing Ye Xuan, he was exceedingly cautious.

Minghe Ancestor was birthed by the Netherworld Blood Sea, which was transformed from the foul blood of Pangu God, making him a progeny of the Pangu lineage. He recognized nearly all ancient Quasi-Saints.

Yet today, Ye Xuan had become Qingming Buddha arriving here, and he did not recognize this person. Moreover, what deeply burdened Minghe Ancestor was that the other’s Cultivation far exceeded his own, giving him an intense sense of threat.

“I am humbled by the title Qingming and am the junior disciple of the Western Two Saints. I came here today merely to retrieve the Hongmeng Purple Qi.” Ye Xuan smiled gently.

“Humph!”

Minghe Ancestor scoffed coldly: “Daoist, even though your Cultivation surpasses mine, the Hongmeng Purple Qi is not on me. You should return from whence you came.”

“Oh?”

Ye Xuan smiled slightly, a teasing expression in his eyes as he looked at Minghe Ancestor and said, “Back then, Ye Xuan lent you the Hongmeng Purple Qi, now you say it’s not with you, isn’t that a joke?”

“You…where did you hear this?”

“You…have you met Ye Xuan?”

Minghe Ancestor’s face changed suddenly, a killing intent flashed through his eyes, clearly hit on his secret by Ye Xuan, which agitated him greatly.

“Not only have I met him, but he even instructed me to fetch the Hongmeng Purple Qi on his behalf. Will you return it or not?” Ye Xuan smiled slightly.

Minghe Ancestor’s expression altered slightly, then his eyes turned to a maniacal laugh: “Heavenly Emperor Ye is a close friend of mine. During the battle between the two Heavenly Courts, he was taken by the Western Two Saints to the Western Paradise. Now you, monk, use his name to say the Hongmeng Purple Qi is with me—what a grand joke!”

“So, according to you, you still won’t return it?”

Ye Xuan’s smile faded, surrounded by Buddha Light, causing Minghe Ancestor to laugh coldly: “If Ye Xuan himself came, I would naturally give an account to him. Sadly, you Western Sect wish to maneuver me; your delusion is but folly.”

“Boy, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Even if your Cultivation surpasses mine, what of it? Even Zhunti couldn’t kill me. Unless you obliterate the whole Netherworld Blood Sea, let’s see what your Western Sect can do to me!”

Minghe Ancestor was already reckless. Since targeted by the Western Two Saints, it became inevitable, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi was his last hope. Asking him to surrender it was akin to demanding his life.

“The world says Minghe Ancestor’s Cultivation is sky-high, extremely difficult even among Quasi-Saints. Today, this seat shall test if such words hold true!”

“Amitabha!”

Ye Xuan chanted the Buddha’s name loudly; his grasp transformed into the Buddhist Kingdom within his hand, several Buddha phantoms spanning the Blood Sea’s sky, aiming to suppress Minghe Ancestor.

“Little bald thief, do you dare?”

Being confronted at home was already a great loss of face for Minghe Ancestor. Now, with Ye Xuan attacking him, it completely ignored him. This caused the Minghe Three Corpse Gods to rage, calling forth Yuan Tu and Avici swords, directly attacking Ye Xuan.

Rumble!

The Buddhist Kingdom within the hand, murderous swords; Ye Xuan and Minghe Ancestor clashed intensely, making the whole Netherworld Blood Sea violently churn, even stirring the Eighteen Layers of Hell, drawing attention from many great figures in the Underworld.

The Netherworld Blood Sea within the Underworld was a forbidden realm, also Minghe Ancestor’s territory. Minghe Ancestor was unquestionably a leading figure in the Underworld. As the Netherworld Blood Sea began to churn, it was impossible not to draw attention from various figures in the Underworld.