In the depths of a temple above the boundless Blood Sea in Sura.
Thirteen Grand Luo Suras were gathered within the temple, each emanating a formidable and frightening aura.
The Suras naturally could not have relied on the Nether River Patriarch alone to conquer a realm and form their own race after betraying the Three Realms. Their resources were not weak, and they were actually several times more powerful than the Sky Demons who had once attacked Earth.
The Golden Immortal who had returned from Blaze City was kneeling on the ground.
In front of him was a throne made of white bones. On the white bone throne, there was a bloody figure.
Layers of dimensions overlapped around the Blood Shadow, making it difficult to discern his appearance. Moreover, the Blood Shadow was illusory and seemingly unable to manifest a solid form. The Nether River Patriarch had yet to fully awaken.
However, even though he had only regained a portion of his power, he was still stronger than ordinary Demi-Saints.
"Congratulations, Primogenitor, congratulations!"
The Golden Immortal who had returned from Blaze City knelt on the ground and exclaimed his thanks, before taking out a Spatial Ring and a newly sealed letter. "I've been ordered to search for the Patriarch's Yuan Killer Sword," he said. "After much hardship, I've finally found it in Blaze City."
"The Sacred Sword was obtained by a human Grand Luo. When he heard that the Patriarch was about to awaken, he immediately returned the Sacred Sword and wrote a letter of apology to the Patriarch."
"Hmm?"
A puzzled voice spoke from the throne.
In the next split second, the layers of space abruptly contracted and a man who appeared to be a middle-aged man stepped down from the throne. Standing at a height of 1.85 meters, he was neither tall, skinny, fat, nor short. Dressed in simple cotton clothes, he gave off the impression of a simple and honest old farmer.
It was the Nether River Patriarch.
He strode forward and asked in confusion, "I didn't sense the Yuan Killer Sword."
What?
The Golden Immortal Sura who was kneeling on the ground was left dumbfounded. One possibility after another flashed through his mind, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead as he quickly raised the Spatial Ring and letter in his hand. "Patriarch, he put the sword in the Spatial Ring and set up a seal."
The Nether River Patriarch paid no attention to him. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the letter.
The Primordial Massacre Sword was his ultimate treasure. Even if there was a seal, he could still sense it. Since there was no response, it meant that the person had not returned the Primordial Massacre Sword.
The Nether River Patriarch was not angry.
He liked to use his own way to get back his own things.
He casually broke the restriction on the new seal. His eyes swept across the area, and his face darkened. He was no longer as calm as before!
Shua!
He reached out and took the storage ring from the trembling Golden Immortal's hand. After shattering the restriction, he found a large pile of "compensatory spirit stones" mentioned in the letter.
Rumble!
The Nether River Patriarch's aura abruptly burst out, shattering the letter and the Spatial Ring into dust. The entire temple then exploded, and the boundless Blood Sea roared and churned, with even the stars around it quaking.
"This is too much!"
"This is too much!"
All thirteen Grand Luo retreated. The Nether River Patriarch's aura that was bursting out made them rather uncomfortable.
As for the Golden Immortal …
He was directly shocked to death.
… …
At the Galactic Empire.
In a bustling city.
Jiang He was strolling and shopping with his girls every day, indulging in debauchery and debauchery.
On the other hand, Dumbo, Trumbo, the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, and the Nine Wise Rock Monkeys were living a very regular life. They would wake up in the morning and set up a stall at the market, only returning at night.
Others might say that business was quite good, and they would sell at least a thousand spirit stones a day.
As word of mouth spread, business gradually boomed. It was said that a gluttonous female cultivator bought five hundred bags of spicy potato strips and three hundred bags of potato chips in one go.
As for Wang Hou?
At first, he could barely compose himself and study martial arts, but he could not sit still after a few days.
The Nether River Patriarch's reputation was too great that he dared not underestimate him.
He had sought out Jiang He a few times, hinting vaguely that he should head to the celestial battlefield as soon as possible … but Jiang He's brain seemed to be a little off at times, and he did not listen at all.
On the eighth day, Wang Hou finally could not sit still anymore.
He stepped out of the tavern and arrived at an auction house.
At the moment, Jiang He was leading Wang Siyu, Hu Mei, Boa Hancock, and Sora in the auction house. It was a small-scale auction, and most of the items being auctioned were targeted at Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals, and Jiang He was probably here to join in the fun.
Jiang He's eyes lit up when he saw Wang Hou, and he exclaimed in delight, "Minister Wang, you've come just in time … the fight is about to start!"
"What?"
Wang Hou appeared bewildered.
On the other hand, Jiang He said confidently, "According to my years of watching the internet, there would definitely be a vicious battle whenever treasures appear in auctions … just now, the corpse of a Golden Immortal Chaos Behemoth was auctioned off, and the various factions who participated in the auction were all fighting over it, almost coming to blows over it. In the end, however, someone came out of nowhere, and the Golden Immortal Chaos Behemoth corpse was bought by an untitled True Immortal-pinnacle cultivator."
"According to how the story unfolds, the various factions would probably make their move in secret …"
Wang Hou was dumbstruck.
You're still concerned about that?
He said somberly, "Jiang He, I …"
"Hmmm?"
Even before he could finish, Jiang He's eyes lit up again and he said, "That untitled cultivator left through the back door, and the various factions are following him in secret. Come, Minister Wang, let's go watch the show …"
"Eh?"
"That fellow is flying toward outer space!"
Wang Hou was left speechless, and could only follow Jiang He out of the auction and into outer space. In the next instant, a battle erupted in outer space. The untitled True Immortal who bought the corpse of the Golden Immortal Chaos Behemoth was laughing out loud, punching out a cultivator who had been tailing him, before spreading his arms and laughing fearsomely, "Brothers, come out! I've finally lured those fat sheep out!"
Kaboom!
An array descended, engulfing a corner of the world.
In the void behind the itinerant True Immortal, cultivators with murderous auras charged out one after another …
Jiang He, who had been immeasurably curious at first, promptly found it dull.
What the hell!
Was there something wrong with the plot?
How …
Why did a bunch of galactic bandits suddenly show up?
After teleporting back to the tavern with the girls, Jiang He asked, "By the way, what were you trying to say just now, Minister Wang?"
"Jiang He, we've been delayed in the Galactic Empire for eight days!"
Wang Hou said solemnly. "That Golden Immortal Sura has probably returned to Sura. If the Nether River Patriarch has really revived, he would have received your letter … and I'm worried that he would come after us!"
"No way, right?"
Jiang He exclaimed in shock. "I've already written him a letter to explain myself. Would an elite who is unmatched barring Saints be that petty?"
Wang Hou was dumbstruck.
You're still mentioning your letter?
Don't you have any idea what you wrote in that letter?
Though it was just a letter, it was too humiliating for an elite like the Nether River Patriarch!
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