110: Chapter 110 The River of Oblivion Weeps Blood - Meng Po Remembers Zen

In the depths of the Sea of Blood, a person lay flat amidst the scarlet waves.

His long hair swayed like blood threads in the undercurrent, his features incredibly beautiful yet bearing an eerie quality. Clad in black robes, two swords with flowing blood-light hovered at his sides, the blades vibrating and humming as if calling out to their sleeping master.

Yet he remained unresponsive, eyes unfocused, as if his soul had dissipated.

Through the endless blood, Minghe gazed at the unreachable horizon, memories surging like a tide—bits and pieces of the long years since he took form from the Sea of Blood.

His master Jiang Chen's voice echoed in his ears:

"Revering the Heavenly Dao is correct. It can destroy you with a single thought, but there is no need to be cowardly because of it!"

"Cultivating the Dao is, by nature, going against the heavens. If you lose your original heart due to fear, it is better to stop right here."

"Minghe, you walk the path of extreme slaughter, destined to fight for a lifetime, to slash the heavens, rend the earth, and slaughter all living beings!"

"If you remain tethered to fear and obsession, your heart of slaughter will be like floating clouds, collapsing at the slightest touch!"

At that moment, he had an epiphany.

He made a solemn vow: If the heart of slaughter is not perfected, he shall never emerge!

From then on, carrying the Yuantu and avici swords, he stepped out of the Sea of Blood and entered the Honghuang.

Time flew like an arrow, a million years passed like the wind. He never stopped; day and night, he spent them in slaughter.

Endless conquest honed him into a cold killing machine, with no more joy or sorrow in his eyes. Every living being he saw fell dead under his sword.

Gradually, his name spread throughout the Honghuang. All living things feared him like a demon, calling him the Cold-Blooded Butcher, the source of all evil.

From then on, there was a new name in the world—the Slaughter Demon Lord!

Finally, one day, baptized by countless slaughter calamities, his heart of slaughter finally took shape.

That time, he lifted his stiff face and revealed the first smile of his life.

But he did not stop. Although his heart of slaughter was formed, the Great Dao was not yet proven. He wanted his master Jiang Chen to witness his ascent with his own eyes!

When he stepped into the realm of Half-step Hunyuan and was about to enter the Dao through slaughter, she appeared—Ao Chan.

She was beautiful, yet sorrowful. The first time he saw her, Minghe's heart, frozen for eons, actually stirred with a trace of pity.

Perhaps, at that very moment, his indestructible heart of slaughter quietly cracked.

The days spent with her were the most peaceful and real moments since his birth.

He knew he had fallen, drowning in this tribulation called "love."

Yet he was happy to do so.

Because in that moment, he felt alive for the first time—not as a killing machine, but as a being of flesh and blood.

He fell in love with her without hesitation, knowing his heart of slaughter was damaged, yet without regret.

...

Until Jiang Chen descended.

Ao Chan, in order to fulfill his Dao, used her body as a sacrifice and died before his eyes.

In that instant, his heart felt like it was being sliced by knives, the pain piercing his soul, as if his internal organs were all torn apart.

Deep in the Sea of Blood, pain slowly emerged in Minghe's hollow eyes, his once deathly still face twisted to the extreme.

"Chaner..."

A whisper, carrying endless longing and sorrow, flowed with the blood waves toward the other shore of reincarnation.

In the Reincarnation Realm, at the Small Netherworld Underworld, at the head of the Naihe Bridge.

Meng Po silently handed bowl after bowl of soup to the wandering souls. She was ugly, her skin withered, her face lined with wrinkles, and her pair of scarlet pupils were devoid of fluctuation, like a shell without life.

Suddenly, the Wangchuan River surged with wild waves, winds whipping up clouds.

"Chaner..."

She was just scooping up a ladle of Meng Po soup, and her figure froze abruptly.

Her hunched body trembled slightly, and she turned abruptly, looking at the blood river under the bridge, as if sensing something.

In her scarlet eye sockets, two lines of blood tears slowly slid down, falling into the Wangchuan River, silently vanishing.

"Ao Chan is dead, only Meng Po remains." Her voice was hoarse, hiding a trace of irrepressible pain.

Meanwhile, Jiang Chen closed the gate of time and space, intending to return to reincarnation, when suddenly his heart jolted, and his gaze was cast toward the Western Honghuang.

"You are finally going to prove the Dao!"

Roar—

A roar that shook the heavens erupted from the Sea of Blood. The eternally calm Sea of Blood boiled in an instant, billions of feet of blood waves surged into the sky, piercing the firmament!

Rumble—

The world shook, the sky churning like an inverted sea of blood!

Deep in the Sea of Blood, Minghe's eyes suddenly opened, two streaks of blood light breaking through the air, piercing through the immeasurable blood water, and stabbing into the high heavens!

At the same instant, a suffocating killing intent suddenly diffused from his body. That aura was like an abyss cracking open, continuing to surge, rushing straight to the high heavens.

Splash—

The Sea of Blood surged violently, waves like angry dragons ascending to the sky, roaring crazily. The entire sea surface seemed to fall into madness, and a huge vortex formed in the center, pitch-black and deep, as if leading to an ancient hell. Immediately after, Minghe slowly rose from the depths of the Sea of Blood.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

The Yuantu and avici swords hovered behind him, vibrating ceaselessly. The sword hums were clear and resonant, seemingly cheering, like a hymn welcoming their master's rebirth.

Minghe stood on the blood waves, his blood-colored hair dancing wildly, his face cold as ice, his eyes devoid of emotion, his whole body shrouded in an extremely intense aura of slaughter. The pressure of a Half-step Hunyuan Great Perfection swept in all directions, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

Crack!

Streaks of scarlet lightning tore through the sky, striking the Sea of Blood, stirring up sky-filling blood mist and gale winds. Thunder roared continuously, and the world was filled with a destructive, murderous scene, shocking to the soul.

Just at this moment, the void twisted slightly, a simple and unadorned space gate quietly appeared, and Jiang Chen stepped out slowly.

He gazed at the arrogant figure on the Sea of Blood, the corners of his lips slightly raised, nodding: "The time has come. Use this Sea of Blood as a foundation to open the heavens and prove the Dao to become a Venerable!"

"Disciple obeys!" Minghe bowed, his tone as firm as iron.

Immediately, he gripped Yuantu and avici with both hands, his cold gaze sweeping over the boundless Sea of Blood before him, his eyes burning with the fire of battle. The power of laws in his body surged out, all poured into the two swords.

Buzz—

The sword bodies vibrated violently, blood light flashing, dazzling and incomparably sharp, the killing sword qi sweeping in all directions. Wherever it passed, the void collapsed inch by inch, turning into nothingness.

Jiang Chen retreated to a distance, watching quietly, his expression solemn. What Minghe cultivated was the most extreme path of slaughter in the world, taking the route of proving the Dao by breaking all laws with force. Now that he had completely severed his emotional attachments and his heart of slaughter was perfected, it was the best opportunity to open the heavens and prove the Dao.

Minghe's arms slowly raised, Yuantu and avici held high toward the sky, his blood hair dancing like flags, his whole body filled with monstrous killing intent, as if he had transformed into the source of the slaughter path.

Sword light soared to the sky, piercing the universe, and the space within billions of light-years trembled, faintly appearing cracks, as if unable to withstand this great power.

One hundred thousand years of accumulation, finally reaching the peak!

Suddenly, Minghe's eyes opened wide, his body rapidly expanding, his originally pale skin turning crimson, his handsome face twisted into a ferocious appearance, like a demon god crawling out of purgatory.

Roar—

A roar tore through the sky, sharp and ear-piercing, shaking the universe.

"Open—!"

Accompanied by an angry shout, he swung both swords, two blood-colored sword beams, billions of feet long, slashed down in a cross, directly striking the vast Sea of Blood below!

Rumble—

The Sea of Blood vibrated violently, giant waves rushing to the sky, the entire sea area nearly exploding, overturning rivers and seas, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Jiang Chen stood in the void, his eyes burning, his heart clear: This Sea of Blood was vast and boundless, comparable to a Venerable-level world, enough to provide the foundation for Minghe to open the heavens.

And with this strike falling, the entire Western Honghuang was affected.