Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation-Chapter 320 - 242 The Asura Clan_2

The intricacies involved, even Nuwa who created the Human Clan, could not guarantee that she could fully comprehend them all.

Of course, Daoist Ming He was unaware of the differences, but he could feel that the race he created was somehow different from the Human Clan.

However, this was already his limit; he could not advance any further.

Three thousand blood clots formed three thousand beings similar to the Human Clan. Ming He felt the level of their cultivation upon birth, all of which were Heavenly Immortals.

After pondering for a moment, Ming He chose three hundred beings. A surge of Blood Qi continuously entered them, achieving their naturally unyielding metallic essence and laying the foundation for Golden Immortals.

Then, Daoist Ming He and the 480 million Blood God’s Sons made another move, stirring up waves upon waves in the Blood Sea, washing over these three thousand beings.

With every wash from the Blood Sea, the spirituality of these three thousand beings increased a bit.

Daoist Ming He could not, like Nuwa did, directly condense the Creation Spirit and endow his created race with Spirituality.

Thus, Ming He could only rely on the boundless life force contained within the Blood Sea, repeatedly washing to accumulate Spirituality.

In this process, Daoist Ming He and the 480 million Blood God’s Sons also had to be mindful of the filth within the Blood Sea.

Before the Spirituality was fully stimulated, they had to avoid the contamination of these three thousand beings by the filth.

Finally, with the continuous efforts of Daoist Ming He and the Blood God’s Sons, three thousand beings opened their eyes, all turning their gaze toward Ming He.

Daoist Ming He and the Blood God’s Sons ceased their actions, watching these three thousand beings born with Spirituality.

Three hundred Golden Immortals, two thousand seven hundred Heavenly Immortals.

In an instant, Ming He felt blessed, his expression solemn as he looked up into the sky, trying to maintain a calm voice.

"O Heavenly Dao above, today I, Ming He of the Blood Sea, have created the Asura Clan, may the Heavenly Dao witness this."

As Ming He’s words fell, Merit appeared above, with auspicious energy manifesting and Qilins circling amidst it.

For a moment, all the beings in Primordial were startled by this scene.

In the Palace of the Polestar, Di Jun sat on the Law Throne, slowly opening his eyes, looking in the direction of the Blood Sea.

Chang Xi did the same, opening her eyes and looking toward the location of the auspicious energy.

On the Sun Star, Donghuang Taiyi, in Beiming Land, Demon Master Kunpeng, Bai Ze in the Heavenly Realm, and Xi He on the Taiyin Star, all turned their gaze toward the direction of the Blood Sea.

In Nuwa Palace, Nuwa opened her eyes, looking across Primordial, and saw Daoist Ming He floating above the Blood Sea.

Fu Xi was currently in the Nuwa Palace and could not sense what was happening in Primordial, hence he asked.

"Sister, has something happened within Primordial?"

"It is nothing; merely a being who wishes to emulate my achievement of Saintliness," Nuwa replied calmly.

Seeing this, Fu Xi did not pursue the matter further.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun had his eyes tightly closed, engrossed in profound meditation.

What Ming He was doing did not have any impact on him.

In Kunlun Mountain, The Three Pure Ones opened their eyes, looking in the direction of the Blood Sea.

On Mount Sumeru, Daoist Jie Yin and Daoist Zhun Ti immediately set off toward the Blood Sea.

In the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi and Daoist Hong Yun stood side by side, looking toward the Blood Sea.

All the powerhouses in Primordial turned their gaze toward the Blood Sea, knowing in their hearts that Ming He was trying to mimic Nuwa Saint.

They all hoped for Daoist Ming He to fail, as they did not wish for another Saint in Primordial.

Especially The Three Pure Ones in Kunlun Mountain and the Western duo in Mount Sumeru, they wished even more for Daoist Ming He to fail.

If Ming He succeeded, the value of their Hongmeng Purple Qi would diminish greatly.

But at the same time, they also hoped for Daoist Ming He’s success.

If Daoist Ming He succeeded, it meant there was another path to Saintliness—through the creation of life.

Actual creation of life, though difficult, was much simpler compared to other ways to achieve Saintliness.

Even The Three Pure Ones and the Western duo harbored a glimmer of hope for Ming He’s success.

Very slight, extremely slight, but it was indeed there.

With such complicated feelings, a multitude of beings witnessed Daoist Ming He’s acquisition of Merit.

Daoist Ming He looked up at the sky, only to see the Merit directly enter into him.

Although the Merit was immense, it was far less than what was generated when Nuwa created the Human Clan.

Then the auspicious energy vanished, and the bustling Qilins also dissipated.

Daoist Ming He silently hovered above the Blood Sea, assimilating the Merit within him.

After a long while, Ming He opened his eyes, his expression quite unsightly.

Failed.

The expressions on the faces of all the beings as they looked at Ming He made the answer clear in their hearts.

They felt a sigh of relief, yet at the same time, they were filled with a faint sense of confusion and loss.

Especially for The Three Pure Ones and the two from the Western region, as well as Daoist Hong Yun—these six beings imbued with Hongmeng Purple Qi—all couldn’t help but be filled with doubts in their hearts.

Where exactly is the path to become a Saint?

At this moment, Ming He felt extremely dejected, hovering above the Blood Sea.

Once again, the Blood Sea returned to calm, with its 480 million Blood God’s Sons retreating back into its depths.

The Good Corpse and Evil Corpse of Daoist Ming He glanced at each other, then transformed into two rays of spiritual light and entered into Daoist Ming He’s body.

The Killing Treasures Yuan Tu and Avici circled around Ming He once again.

Ming He, already restless in mind, had anticipated that the Merit he had obtained would be insufficient for him to become a Saint, so he had another standard in his heart.

That was to sever his Three Corpses with the aid of Merit.

Cutting off the Three Corpses to become a Saint was also one of the paths to sainthood mentioned by Hong Jun.

However, this goal too was not achieved.

It was not that the Merit was insufficient, but rather due to Ming He himself—he could not sense the existence of his Self Corpse, hence he could not sever it.

Ming He had long felt the many gazes that descended upon this place, but as his mood was good at that time, he did not care.

Now that he had failed to become a Saint and his other objective was not met, naturally, Ming He was in a bad mood.

With a thought, the swords Yuan Tu and Avici soared into the heavens, spreading a killing aura that disrupted the destinies of this place.

For a time, many powerful beings lost sight of the scenes within the Blood Sea.

Of course, Di Jun and Nuwa were exceptions.

The methods of Daoist Ming He could not yet stop them.

They too were among the beings who knew that Ming He was bound to fail.

Daoist Ming He was simply imitating the path walked by those before him; since others have succeeded before, he believed he could too.

This was the very reason Di Jun and Nuwa deemed Daoist Ming He’s failure to be inevitable.

Nuwa, being a Saint and having contemplated the Heavenly Dao for a long time, understood even more the realm of Sainthood.

Di Jun, although he had never stepped into the realm of a Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal, his spirit realm was equivalent to that of the Saint Realm.

Whether it is a Saint or a Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal, in the end, they are following their own paths to realization and Dao.

And Ming He’s imitation was not walking on his own path, so failure was a natural result.

In Nuwa Palace, Nuwa had already foreseen the outcome of the events and thus sat back on her meditation cushion to rest with her eyes closed.

At the same time, Di Jun lightly waved his sleeve and withdrew his gaze, shaking his head gently.

He felt pity for Daoist Ming He.

If Daoist Ming He continues on like this, imitating the methods of other beings when he sees their cultivation and strength increase, losing his Self, perhaps his cultivation will come to a standstill, or even risk regression.

Of course, Di Jun felt merely pity and had no intention of guiding Ming He.

After all, the involvement between him and Daoist Ming He was very limited.

Blood Sea.

Those three thousand beings created by Ming He hovered above the Blood Sea, looking at Ming He.

In an instant, they suddenly knelt in midair and shouted loudly, "Father God!"

The Asura Clan created by Daoist Ming He, similar in appearance to the Human Clan, were half male and half female.

The males, unspeakably ugly.

The females, stunning and radiant.

The difference was stark.

Hearing the high call of the Asura Clan, Ming He paused for a moment, then returned to the Blood Sea.

It wasn’t long before a Karma Fire Red Lotus emerged from the Blood Sea, and the voice of Daoist Ming He also came forth from it.

"Asura Clan, you shall restrain your fates with the Karma Fire Red Lotus."

"Yes, Father God."

The three thousand Asura beings cried out in unison.

Ming He did not respond.