In an instant, the entire Asura Palace was filled with blood and slaughter, as if it had turned into a hellish realm.
The once invincible Asuras and Styx Ancestor were annihilated by the fierce sword energy of the Four Swords of Zhuxian, leaving no trace.
However, at that moment, something unexpected happened.
Suddenly, the once calm sea of blood began to churn violently, creating towering waves.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, the Styx Ancestors emerged from the sea of blood.
Their numbers were astonishing, each with a cold smile on their lips and eyes flashing with hatred as they stared intently at the two religious leaders and saints.
These figures were clearly among the billions of Blood God Children refined by the Styx Ancestor who had been killed earlier.
Although they are not the true Styx Ancestors, they possess almost half of the Styx Ancestors' strength and aura.
Moreover, since they were born from the source within the Blood Sea, they will never perish as long as the Blood Sea exists.
Faced with so many Styx Ancestors, Guan Kong couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
If these Blood God Children cannot be completely eliminated and are allowed to run rampant, they will surely bring endless disasters to the Three Realms in the future.
"Xuanxiang! Tongtian! You two should know that as long as this sea of blood does not dry up, our ancestor will be an immortal and indestructible being."
Although you have killed one of the Ancestor's physical bodies today, there are still tens of thousands of Ancestors in the Sea of Blood.
Perhaps our ancestor is no match for you two holy masters, but he refuses to believe it, and neither do your disciples.
At this point, the Styx Ancestor's expression grew even more ferocious.
"As long as I, your patriarch, live today, neither of your two sects will ever find peace. Just you wait and see..."
Clearly, he knew he was no match for the Hunyuan Sect Master, so he set his sights on the disciples of Taoism and Jie Sect.
"You old scoundrel Styx! How dare you!"
Guan Kong suddenly shouted sharply, clearly she was also worried about this.
Upon hearing this, the Styx Ancestor laughed heartily: "Heh heh... So you can feel fear too!"
He seemed incredibly excited, and his face gradually turned frenzied.
Seeing that Guan Kong's expression was becoming increasingly angry, Hu Le smiled lightly.
"Heh... Alright! You little girl, why bother arguing with a dying man?"
“But…” Guan Kong’s brows were still furrowed.
Hu Le chuckled softly, extended a hand, and slowly said, "Give me the Creation Cauldron so I can use it."
Upon hearing this, Guan Kong dared not delay for a moment. He immediately reached out and grabbed at the void. A flash of spiritual light appeared in his palm, and then a small and exquisite bronze cauldron appeared.
Hu Le raised his finger and gently tapped it, and the Creation Cauldron flew up from Guan Kong's hand, instantly hovering in mid-air.
As a gentle breeze blew by, the Creation Cauldron began to change shape, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to the size of a bucket.
At the same time, Hu Le waved his sleeve and put away the Primordial Jade Talisman, and the purple crystal pot that had been covering the sky also disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, he quickly formed a hand seal and sent a golden light into the Creation Cauldron.
The Creation Cauldron rotated slightly, and then emitted an extremely powerful suction force, as if it wanted to devour the entire void.
A moment later, the enormous sea of blood inexplicably disappeared into the Netherworld under this suction force, and was completely sucked into the Creation Cauldron.
Faced with such a dramatic change, the old face of the Styx Ancestor finally revealed a look of fear.
"ah……"
"The majesty of a sage is indeed such!"
"The Styx Ancestor cried out in terror."
It was obvious that after the entire sea of blood fell into the Creation Cauldron, the Styx Ancestor finally regained full consciousness.
He realized that once the cult leader got serious, everything he had relied on before was nothing but a farce.
The idea that "he will not die as long as the sea of blood does not dry up" is simply a huge joke!
However, by then it was too late for him to realize his mistake.
Without hesitation, Hu Le reached out and took back the Creation Cauldron, then gently patted it.
With a deafening roar, a tremendous explosion resounded from within the Creation Cauldron.
Immediately afterwards, a mysterious and powerful Primordial Fire of Creation blazed fiercely inside the cauldron.
This ball of fire was like a dazzling sun, releasing endless heat and light.
The enormous sea of blood was instantly stirred up, churning and boiling, and surging with towering waves.
Countless drops of blood began to evaporate violently, and one by one, the Blood God Children turned to ashes amidst their screams, vanishing without a trace.
Faced with this terrifying sight, the Styx Ancestor's eyes widened, his face filled with horror and despair.
He once thought he possessed immortal power, capable of withstanding any challenge, but now he finds himself so small and fragile.
When the cult leader truly unleashed his ruthless power, all his resistance seemed pale and powerless.
He could only watch helplessly as the sea of blood he had painstakingly built gradually disappeared under the scorching heat of the true fire, and he himself was destined to walk into the abyss of destruction.
"Master! I know I was wrong, please spare my life! Spare my life!"
Seeing the Blood Gods disappear into the true fire one by one, the Styx Ancestor, no longer arrogant and haughty as before, quickly begged for mercy.
Hu Le remained indifferent, completely ignoring the cries of the Styx Ancestor.
The Tongtian Sect Leader remained indifferent and unmoved.
Guan Kong, on the other hand, wore a smile, seemingly very pleased with himself.
When the Styx Ancestor realized that begging for mercy was hopeless, he became furious and began to curse loudly.
However, the three people remained remarkably calm, showing no concern whatsoever even when they heard those vicious words.
After all, these are just the wails of losers, and they won't take them to heart at all.
Moreover, the insults only lasted a moment before the voice from the cauldron suddenly stopped.
Clearly, this ancient being, who has existed since the beginning of time and has endured countless ages, has completely perished.
It's pitiful that the Styx Ancestor, who had cultivated for hundreds of millions of years and absorbed countless eons of innate spiritual energy, has now vanished in an instant.
After completely annihilating the Styx River and burning all the Blood God Children, the Primordial True Fire of Creation within the Creation Cauldron slowly dissipated.
At this moment, only a thin layer of blood remained inside the cauldron.
Compared to the original sea of blood, it's probably less than one ten-millionth of what it once was...
And the fate of the Styx was truly tragic.
Others can leave behind a true spirit during the great calamity and obtain a divine position on the Investiture of the Gods.
However, the Styx Ancestor ended up with his soul and spirit destroyed. The dignified Lord of the Blood Sea and one of the great supernatural beings could not even be reincarnated today.
Of course, Hu Le could also guarantee that the reason why the Styx Ancestor ended up in this state had nothing to do with the Styx Ancestor's previous curses...
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