According to the will of Heaven, a being was destined to emerge from the Nine Nether Blood Sea. Countless years after the formation of the Blood Sea, a purple blood sphere was conceived, and after countless primordial ages, it finally broke free. The one who emerged from the sphere laughed heartily, revealing himself to be an ancient old man, wielding two swords, exuding a murderous aura, who called himself the Styx Ancestor. Later, Hongjun of Zixiao Palace preached, and although Styx arrived later, he still became Hongjun's disciple and listened to Hongjun's teachings on the Great Dao of Creation.
The lecture at Zixiao Palace was held late because Styx's cultivation was insufficient. Seeing the courtyard full of great gods in Zixiao Palace, Styx felt that his cultivation was not as high as the others, so he always acted very discreetly. Whenever he listened to the lecture, he would always hurry between the Blood Sea and Zixiao Palace, without chatting or making connections, without engaging in verbal battles, and without visiting other great gods. He only wanted to learn the Great Dao of Creation from Hongjun and achieve something great.
Styx was a cautious and discreet man, and apart from his previous robbery of the Red Cloud Gourd, he had not yet formed any karmic ties with anyone. After being taught a lesson by Xuan Tian, he became even more careful and rarely ventured into the Blood Sea without a valid reason.
In the great war between the three races, the human race suffered the most heavy casualties. After the human race died, the Heavenly Dao was flawed, and many wronged souls and vengeful ghosts, apart from some who were collected by the Soul-Gathering Banner made by the Witch Clan, still wandered between heaven and earth, unable to find a place to return to. Many of these wronged souls disturbed living beings, causing great distress to ordinary people.
Suddenly one day, some of the wronged souls and vengeful ghosts, seemingly drawn by some kind of aura, gradually sank into the ground, drifting aimlessly, and finally arrived at the darkest and most filthy place in the world—the Sea of Blood.
The vengeful spirits were overjoyed to see the sea of blood. The invisible aura emanating from it felt familiar to them, stirring a deep longing within them—a subconscious yearning for a mother's embrace. These spirits, having wandered for so long, had their past lives' consciousness fading away. Acting in a daze, they saw the sea of blood, which felt like family, and without hesitation, they rushed to plunge into it.
Upon entering the sea of blood, one is horrified to find a tremendous suction force emanating from it, followed by excruciating pain. Then, the last vestiges of one's consciousness are gradually pulled away and vanish, until even the formless ghostly body is swallowed by the blood. Powerful vengeful spirits, upon entering the sea of blood, sense something amiss, all emitting wails and howls as their ghostly forms struggle desperately within, trying to shake off the agonizing pain. What a tragic scene!
Deep within the sea of blood, there stands a palace inscribed with five ancient seal characters: Blood Sea Soul Suppressing Hall! A circle of azure light emanates from the hall, scattering upwards towards the sea of blood, steadily supporting the filthy waters. Below lies a vast expanse of crimson land, stretching for billions of miles, devoid of plants and life, yet faintly exuding a stench.
"Hahaha... It's done! It's done!" A deafening laugh suddenly erupted from the Soul Suppression Hall, even causing ripples to spread across the boundless sea of blood above.
Inside the hall, a pool of blood continuously spewed forth humanoid black-clad creatures, who listlessly lined up and left the hall. The Styx Ancestor simply called these unprecedented new species the Asuras. The male Asuras were ferocious and towering, while the females were beautiful, alluring, and promiscuous. However, the Asuras could not reproduce like the other races of the primordial era. But the Styx Ancestor was unconcerned; the recent massacre of humans by the Witch and Demon races had left countless wronged souls, so he wasn't worried about a lack of souls to absorb.
"This operation has actually yielded a fortuitous opportunity." The Styx Ancestor clapped his hands lightly, his old face, as white as tree bark, twitched incessantly, and laughed, "The Lich and Demon races slaughtered the human race, but I gained this great advantage."
Since the beginning of time, Styx had listened to the teachings of Zixiao Palace. Although he never had the chance to obtain the sacred position or the treasures from the time of Hongjun's separation from the family, he still gained insights into many great laws. Combining these insights with the strengths of the Blood Sea, he created 3,600 volumes of the Blood Sea Scripture. Among them, the Blood Sea Clone Technique was the most outstanding. Those who mastered this technique could instantly create billions of Blood God Children. These Blood God Children were formless and colorless, yet extremely insidious, truly the best way to kill, rob, and protect oneself. Based on the Blood Sea Clone Technique, Styx saw Nuwa create humans from the Nine Heavens Breath Soil and become a saint. He pondered this day and night, intending to imitate Nuwa and use the Clone Technique as an aid to create living beings, thus gaining the supreme merit of creation.
Despite numerous attempts, Styx ultimately failed; the Blood God Child could not manifest consciousness. Later, using the pure essence of the turbid energy within the Blood Sea as a guide, he employed the Blood Sea Secret Technique to create a blood pool within the Soul Suppression Hall, nurturing the Blood God Child within it, intending to give birth to a true new spirit. This action wasn't entirely wishful thinking; after all, the Blood Sea had nurtured Styx, and he believed that if handled properly, it would surely create another new spirit.
One day, Styx was practicing his cultivation when he unexpectedly saw something floating in the distance. He recognized it as a soul that had been unintentionally drawn to the sea of blood. The soul, bewildered, headed straight for the blood pool in the hall, which emitted a pure yet foul aura. Unexpectedly, it was instantly devoured by the Blood God Child, nurtured for a long time by a secret technique within the pool. With a scream, the soul vanished, its ghostly form gone. After devouring the soul, the Blood God Child let out a fierce roar, then leaped into the blood pool. After examining the soul for a moment, it knelt before Styx, expressing its gratitude: "Thank you for your great favor, Ancestor."
"Hahaha... Finally, it's done! I've got the merit of creation, and the damned merit of a saint too! Hahaha... Hongjun is unjust! I, Styx, can also become a Primordial Saint through my own efforts!" Styx was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed, as if he could already see the golden light of merit descending from the sky. Sure enough, a beam of light pierced through the sea of blood and shot straight into Styx's body. However, this light was azure, not the golden light of Nuwa.
Styx felt the azure light enter his body, and his cultivation surged dramatically, quickly reaching the Great Perfection of Quasi-Saint. It seemed that becoming a saint was just around the corner, and he laughed heartily for a long time, awaiting the moment of his sainthood. After calming down, he discovered that he hadn't become a saint at all; his cultivation had only increased considerably. Enraged, he pointed to the sky and cursed, "You damned Heaven, why don't you bestow more merit and blessings upon us? Are you unjust even to us?" Styx was utterly disappointed and furious.
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