Several minutes later, the thunder finally subsided. However, Heaven did not attack Wang Han, but instead created a spatial rift two people high in front of him.
"I hope this spatial rift wasn't created in water," Wang Han said, looking at the rift before him, before stepping inside. This was a deal, the result of negotiations: the Heavenly Dao relinquished its development of the cultivation system and favored China, while Wang Han left.
This was also because the sudden escape of Tathagata and others made it impossible for the Heavenly Dao to carry out its plan of fighting between the clam and the crane. The Heavenly Dao did not dare to deal with Wang Han alone, so it could only reach a result through negotiation.
(The original plan of Heaven was to wait for Wang Han and Tathagata to fight, and then seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.)
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At the bottom of the sea of blood, filled with stench and malice, surrounded by a pool of dark red and foul blood, Wang Han felt a strange, unknown, morbid pleasure. Veins throbbed on his forehead, a sign that his rage was about to spiral out of control.
Wang Han tried his best to suppress his anger and not speak, lest he drink this foul and filthy blood. He used the wall-penetrating technique and arrived above the sea of blood in one step.
This was an extremely vast, dark red sea of blood, so vast that even with Wang Han's keen eyesight, he couldn't see its edge. It gave off a strong feeling of oppression, evil, misfortune, and filth. Everywhere in the sea of blood were negative emotions and obsessions such as killing, destruction, rage, and resentment. Countless souls sank, struggled, and dissolved within it, ultimately becoming part of the sea of blood before they could even sink to the bottom.
The dark red ocean had its own unique beauty, but the nauseating stench that filled the air made it impossible for Wang Han to appreciate it; instead, it fueled his fury.
"It's going on and on, never-ending, isn't it!"
"The time before last it was the seabed, the time before that it was soaking in formaldehyde, the last time it was soaking in alcohol, and this time it's soaking in a filthy sea of blood. Each time it's more outrageous than the last."
Emerging from the sea of blood, surrounded by the nauseating stench, Wang Han could no longer suppress his rage and roared out. The sound waves surged, causing the sea of blood below to churn violently. The blood mist that filled the sea of blood churned violently, and countless dazed and confused wronged souls screamed in agony within the sound waves.
"Blazing White!" The roar couldn't quell Wang Han's anger. The more he looked at the sea of blood, the more his rage intensified. Blazing white flames erupted from his hands, covering an area of dozens of miles within the sea of blood. The temperature exceeding 100,000 degrees Celsius distorted the surrounding space. Before the flames even reached the sea of blood, they vaporized the surging blood, instantly turning the struggling, floating souls into smoke. This was a flame more than ten times more terrifying than the sun's fire. (Only on the surface; it couldn't compare to the sun's interior.)
"Hah!" The terrifying flames were not enough to vent Wang Han's anger. A blinding red light shot out from Wang Han's mouth and into the sea of blood, turning the dark sea of blood red.
"Boom..." The beam of light shot into the sea of blood, instantly causing it to boil over a radius of hundreds of kilometers, as if six hundred billion explosive tags were exploding continuously within it, perhaps even more. However, before the exploding blood could even rise into the sky, it was instantly vaporized by the scorching white flames. Even the nearby sky gradually turned crimson, as if a violent rain of blood was about to fall.
The stench of blood in the air was even stronger.
"Is it really necessary! It's just that it smells a little bad, why are you getting so angry!"
Deep within the sea of blood, the Styx Ancestor watched Wang Han venting his anger through his blood clone, his heart burning with rage. This was his home!
He, the dignified Ancestor of the Styx River, a Quasi-Saint with top-tier cultivation in the entire prehistoric world, renowned for his prestige, was now being humiliated in his home by a junior with the cultivation of a Taiyi Golden Immortal (only Daluo Golden Immortals have the power to destroy the Earth, and the gap above that is huge). Did he have no shame?!
In an instant, the Styx Ancestor, accompanied by surging waves of blood and wielding the Abi and Yuantu swords, rushed towards Wang Han's location at lightning speed.
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"Who are you, you brat? How dare you act so recklessly in my sea of blood?"
With the speed of the Styx Ancestor's Quasi-Saint cultivation, hundreds of kilometers would only take a few breaths to reach.
Upon arrival, with a wave of his hand, the boundless sea of blood instantly became a raging torrent, with blood water stretching for tens of kilometers in radius soaring into the sky and rushing towards the scorching white flames spewed from Wang Han's hands. When blood and fire truly met, a large amount of bloody mist immediately rose up, and Wang Han's scorching white flames were also pushed back.
"Splash..."
The long-accumulated blood rain finally fell from the sky, like a leak in the heavens.
"Whoosh..." The red light shot straight towards the mouth from which Wang Han was spitting out the beam, its speed not much slower than the iron arrow that Wang Han had shot out.
"Damn it!" Seeing the towering wave of blood, the torrential downpour of filthy blood, and the Yuan Tu sword hurtling straight towards his mouth with a red glow, and smelling the even more pungent stench, Wang Han's anger, which had just subsided, surged again. He stopped the blazing white flames and the beams of light he was unleashing. His gaze, filled with fury, fixed on the Styx Ancestor flying rapidly towards him in the distance, flashed with a sharp light. 'The punching bag is here.'
"Whoosh...!" The Yuan Tu Sword passed through Wang Han's body without any hindrance and shot towards Wang Han's back.
"It passed right through; it really is a unique spatial magic. No wonder it dared to cause trouble in my Netherworld Blood Sea."
"Who are you, young upstart? Don't you know this is the Netherworld Blood Sea of my Styx Ancestor? How dare you cause trouble here!" Seeing that Wang Han possessed such peculiar spatial magic, the Styx Ancestor temporarily suppressed his anger and rebuked Wang Han. The rebuke contained a calming effect, which also slightly reduced Wang Han's anger.
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