Chu Feng had no interest in them at the moment.

He focused all his attention on the Seed of Creation of the Three Thousand Hells.

The giant hand stretched out, covering each and every hellish plane.

The Seeds of Creation were continuously collected, and the physical strength of the third realm's body far exceeded expectations.

Moreover, it is in its second form, and its bizarre methods are even more unpredictable.

The Seed of Creation continuously peeled away from various hells, all surging towards Chu Feng.

These guys only have the strength of a first-order level, they pose no threat whatsoever, they're just easy prey.

Such a drastic change in the Three Thousand Hells filled countless demons with immense fear.

The seeds of creation, their objects of faith.

It was the very thing that gave them life, yet it was taken away by a giant hand.

"Waaaaah—My mom ran away!"

"My mom ran away too!"

"Did he run away?"

They got away!

"That's good, I feel much better now!"

...

On this day, countless demons in the three thousand hells longed for the Seed of Creation, and later designated this day as "Mother's Day."

The seeds of creation in the three thousand hells take on various forms.

It comes in the shapes of flames, stones, bamboo, and sand...

Although they are all very different, they all have one thing in common: the essence of Taoism.

Seeds of Creation floated one by one above the Cursed Hell, and boundless aura of creation swept over them.

A fiery glint appeared in Chu Feng's eyes, and then he opened his mouth wide.

In an instant, the Seed of Creation transformed into a torrent that surged forth.