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Its color is like blood, its entire body is like jade, surrounded by karmic fire, and its flowers bloom in twelve varieties.

Ji Zuodao's eyes widened so much that they almost popped out of their sockets.

Holy crap?!

What a design! What a grand display! What an extravagant color scheme!

This is the legendary specialty of the Netherworld Blood Sea—

Karma! Fire! Red! Lotus! Or something else?!

A primordial spiritual treasure!

If this thing were real, Ji Zuodao could walk around with his head held high right now, and if he didn't like someone, he could just shove the lotus flower in their face and shout, "Baby, please turn around!"

Oh, that's the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, wrong channel.

In short, that's incredibly awesome!

However, Ji Zuodao's breath, which had just been raised but hadn't even reached his throat, was suddenly released with a "poof".

He quickly calmed down, and even felt a little like laughing.

Ha ha.

Think more.

You're definitely overthinking it.

This thing is almost certainly a counterfeit, a knock-off, a high-quality imitation, just like the swarm of blood-winged black mosquitoes he kept in the sea of ​​blood.

It's definitely not as amazing as the fictional novel "Investiture of the Gods" makes it out to be, with things like "sitting on a lotus throne, impervious to all magic" or "burning the heavens and boiling the seas, capable of igniting anything."

Moreover.

If his master chef truly possessed such extraordinary abilities, he could obtain genuine innate spiritual treasures...

The next day, he would absolutely dare to ride on the necks of his second and third masters, acting arrogantly and defecating and urinating on them.

Uh, pooping and peeing might be a bit much.

But they definitely have to wear "I'm the boss of this place" on their sleeves.

This made the other two realize the harsh truth that "science and technology are the primary productive forces."

Well, okay, Ji Zuodao actually didn't know what the master would do if he was really that awesome.

Anyway, if Ji Zuodao had that ability... he would definitely do it.

Riding on the heads of three masters?

Those are all basic operations!

He had to have his second master massage his legs and his third master light his cigarettes.

The master chef... the master chef was right there watching, and was responsible for shouting "666".

It sounds pretty exciting.

but……

Ji Zuodao scratched his head, looking at the red lotus that was quietly burning in his spiritual sea, with an excellent appearance.

A sea of ​​blood in the netherworld, black mosquitoes with blood-winged wings, red lotuses of karmic fire...

This configuration...hmm, why does it look so familiar?

Isn't this just too much of a coincidence?

The coincidence made him feel a little uneasy.

Ji Zuodao narrowed his eyes, his mind replaying those long-forgotten memories.

Punishment Fire... His three masters forced him to learn it back then, and beat him three times in a row, making him cry and beg for mercy, only managing to learn it with tears streaming down his face.

At the time, he just thought that his masters disliked him and were trying to torment him in various ways.

Now think about it...

"Could it be..."

Ji Zuodao muttered to himself, his eyes darting around.

"These old guys... they planned this from the very beginning, didn't they?"

"A stand-in novel titled 'I Raise the Styx on the Mountain'? Are you raising me as a substitute for your ancestor?"

The moment this thought popped into my head, it sprouted up like wild grass in spring.

But he quickly put it back down himself.

"It shouldn't be... right?"

Ji Zuodao tried hard to recall and find reasons for himself.

"The Netherworld Blood Sea, that's because I ate too many people, which caused my spiritual sea to mutate. It has nothing to do with my masters."

"The Bloodwing Black Mosquito was also caused by my accidental swallowing of the Soul-Eating Gu King Cocoon, which resulted in it being soaked in a sea of ​​blood and growing crookedly, thus mutating. It was also an accidental product."

"These... all seem like accidents, coincidences, things I've brought upon myself through my extraordinary talent or just bad luck."

"While the old guys may be inhuman, they probably don't have the time or the ability to start planning this 'low-budget Styx set' so early on, right?"

"Probably...maybe...possibly..."

Ji Zuodao became increasingly uncertain and felt that something was amiss.

Finally, he gave up thinking and shrugged.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

"It is or it isn't."

"Anyway, this red lotus is mine now, the sea of ​​blood is mine, and even the mosquitoes are mine."

"If the old guys really dared to admit they designed it..."

Ji Zuodao chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Then I'll lie down and live off my parents with a clear conscience, and let them upgrade my 'low-end Styx' set to a 'haute couture supreme' version."

"Whoever designed it is responsible for after-sales service!"

"It's decided then and there!"

He successfully convinced himself and quickly planned out a roadmap for "extorting his master".

My mood immediately improved a lot.

Looking at the red lotus in the spiritual sea again, it seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

Even though it might be a knock-off, it looks so good!

That look, that charisma, that cool fire effect...

Taking it out would be so intimidating!

Even if it can only be used as a lighting tool, or a barbecue lighter...

That's a classy one too.

It's worth it!

As the twelve-petaled crimson lotus of karmic fire swayed gently, it finally hovered steadily above the sea of ​​blood—

The sea of ​​blood, which had been occasionally acting strangely and creating huge waves to make its presence known, suddenly fell completely silent.

A deathly silence.

That eerie calm before the storm, a chilling calm that makes you uneasy.

The sea surface was as smooth as a mirror, and not even a splash could be seen.

As we all know, at most you'll get wet when the waves crash against the shore.

A calm sea is what's truly terrifying.

What was that saying again?

Beneath the calm surface of the sea, undercurrents were already surging, brewing a great wave.

Ji Zuodao had this feeling at that moment.

His spiritual senses were fixed on the excessively calm sea of ​​blood, his muscles tensed, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up in respect.

He could clearly sense that beneath the smooth, mirror-like surface of the sea lay a terrifying, almost violent, and restless force.

Like a ferocious beast that has been forcibly restrained, baring its teeth, making a suppressed "grunt" sound in its throat, and digging its claws deep into the ground.

They endured, accumulated, and waited for a certain critical point to erupt.

Ji Zuodao held his breath, his nerves stretched to the limit.

Here it comes!

coming soon!

This damn sea of ​​blood can't keep up the act any longer! They're going to unleash a powerful attack!

Just like it had dealt with those spirit palaces that dared to ride on its head, it stirred up a monstrous wave without warning.

With an arrogant "I was born to be on top" attitude, it smashed this reckless red lotus that dared to bloom above it to pieces!

Swept into that bottomless, blood-red sea, it gurgled and was digested until not a trace of color remained!

one second.

two seconds.

One minute.

Two minutes.

……

There wasn't even a ripple, let alone a giant wave.

The karmic fire lotus still hung there steadily, its karmic fire burning quietly around it, reflecting the blood sea below in a crimson red, which was surprisingly harmonious.

Ji Zuo said: "...?"

He blinked, then blinked hard again.

I can't believe it.

He waited a while longer.

The sea of ​​blood remained calm.

The red lotus continues to spin.

All is well.

Life remains peaceful and serene.

The anticipated "full-scale brawl" did not occur.

The anticipated "domineering CEO tears apart Cinderella" plot... has stalled.

Ji Zuodao blinked, then blinked again.

"Hey?"

The corners of his mouth slowly, very slowly, curved upwards into a smile.

"Did it work?"

"It really worked?!"

"Look! Look!"

Ji Zuodao was delighted, pointing and gesturing in his mind, his tone full of smug satisfaction.

"Our Blood Sea used to be so domineering! They'd slap anyone they didn't like, a real tyrannical little wolf, biting anyone they could get their hands on!"

"And now?"

"After being stunned by this red lotus, wow, he's instantly turned into a docile little puppy!"

"If you're told to lie down, you'll never stand up; if you're told to shut up, you'll never howl."

The more he looked, the more interesting he found it, and his thoughts began to drift in an unconventional direction.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that the sea of ​​blood has finally resigned itself to its fate and is willing to be the one suppressed underneath."

"But then again..."

"The area below is actually quite nice too."

"That saves effort!"

"No need to do anything, just lie down and enjoy it, how comfortable!"

He felt he had figured it out.

This bloodbath was caused by youthful arrogance, a desire to save face at all costs, and a relentless pursuit of "higher position."

Now that I've tasted the sweetness of lying flat, I know how comfortable it is to be "in a lower position".

Indeed, whether it's people or the sea, they all yearn for comfort.

Who would want to keep struggling on top of you if they could just lie down?

Good.