Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

Chapter 77 The Asura Clan, Here They Come!

The tribes living in the primordial wilderness now, which one hasn't existed for tens of millions of years, and which one has a Great Luo Immortal guarding their home?

This is just the bare minimum.

This is the biggest difference between humans and other ancient races.

Their heritage is incomparable, with clans that have been passed down for tens of millions of years. Even if they are weak, as long as they have been passed down, they all have their own unique characteristics.

It can only be said that humanity was born in the best of times and the worst of times.

The good thing is that this is an opportunity for humanity; the bad thing is that the primordial world is currently in the midst of a great calamity.

The rise of the human race was largely due to the Lich War.

In short, it was about finding bargains.

It just so happens to be at this point in time.

In the endless chaos.

A golden palace floated and sank in the chaos.
Three large characters were written on it, in the divine script of Heaven: Nuwa Palace!

The Three Pure Ones appeared first outside the Nuwa Palace.

"Please come in, my three senior masters." Lingzhuzi, Nuwa's Daoist attendant, who later became Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods, is currently just a Daoist attendant in Nuwa's palace.

Even so, it's still quite good. This is a saint, a supreme being in all the heavens and myriad realms. Even the disciples beside a saint are not simple.

Sanqing nodded, glanced at the spirit pearl, and then entered the palace.

"Congratulations, Junior Sister," Sanqing said to Nuwa with a smile.

Nuwa smiled and said, "You're too kind, my three senior brothers. Please have a seat."

Without any hesitation, the Three Pure Ones sat down on the prepared prayer mats.

The two Westerners then arrived and, after exchanging pleasantries with Nuwa, also sat down on the futon.

Then Di Jun and Tai Yi arrived with many spiritual creatures.

All the other famous gods from the primordial era came to Nuwa's Palace, but there was one special one who did not come: the Styx River.

However, the Styx River was isolated in the primordial world and had few friends, so it didn't matter whether it came or not.

What surprised everyone most was that the Twelve Ancestral Witches actually came.

It should be noted that Nuwa became a saint, a saint among the demon race, and was revered as the Empress Nuwa. The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the demon race were mortal enemies.

Unexpectedly, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also sent a generous gift.

Nuwa naturally knew why, and she had no aversion to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and also arranged their seats accordingly.

The sermon begins.

When Nuwa was preaching.

A vast, desolate sea of ​​blood.

An endless sea of ​​blood was churning.

Styx stared expressionlessly at the lonely ghosts in the endless sea of ​​blood. An idea rose in Styx's mind, as if it were deeply rooted.

The idea was to create a new race.

To emulate Nuwa in creating humans and becoming a saint.

With a hint of anticipation in his eyes, Styx began his path of creation.

Soon a strange race appeared before Styx.

The man was incredibly ugly, while the woman was stunningly beautiful—Asura!!
"By the will of Heaven, I, the Styx River, have been moved by the workings of Heaven and Earth, and today I create a race: the Asuras! Asuras, emerge!!!"

The Heavenly Dao trembled!
As the light of merit descended, Styx's cultivation level soared infinitely, but it only stopped when he reached the peak of Quasi-Saint.

The gods of the primordial world also sensed Styx's actions, and their eyes held a hint of contemplation.

Creating life would be easy for them, but they wouldn't create it if it were useless.

Following Nuwa's example of creating humans and achieving sainthood, Styx created his own race, but only slightly improved their cultivation. This was considered unacceptable by the gods of the primordial world. After all, creating a race meant that the karma it brought would backfire on the creator, which is why these great gods of the primordial world had no such intention.

Why add extra burdens?

In particular, after Styx created a race, it was impossible for them to become saints, which caused other ancient gods who wanted to follow suit to give up the idea.

Styx looked at the Asura clan in front of him, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

However, Styx did not simply ignore it. Instead, it created an Asura Realm within the Styx River and allowed the Asura race to reside there.

Chaos Island.

Yuan Meng looked at the little one in his arms.

"The Asura clan has also emerged?" Yuan Meng smiled. The Asura clan was considered a pretty good race.

In later generations, they were considered a clan with a name and surname.

With the addition of the Styx Ancestor, the Asura race has a place in the entire universe.

Styx is one of the strongest people below the level of a saint.

Although not comparable to those Quasi-Saints, they are still invincible among those at the Quasi-Saint level.

Even a sage can't do anything about the Styx. In short, the Styx has nothing but a lot of life. Unless the Sea of ​​Blood is evaporated, the Styx will never die.

"Daddy, I want to go out and play," Nannan said to Yuanmeng with a longing look in her big eyes.

"You're not allowed to go out, at least not now. You can go when Nantu grows up," Yuan Meng said with a smile.

"When will Nannan grow up?" Nannan asked with a hint of distress on her face.

“Yes, when Nannan is able to break the seal that her father placed on the Tu Kingdom, she will have grown up,” Yuan Meng said with a smile.

"That will take a very, very long time," Nannan muttered, her chubby little face showing some unhappiness.

Yuan Meng looked at his daughter.

“Daughter, Daddy brought you a gift this time. Do you want to know what it is?” Yuan Meng said to the girl.

"A gift? What gift?" Nannan looked at Yuanmeng with stars in her eyes, full of anticipation.

"Yes, this is it." Yuan Meng stretched out a hand, and a barrier appeared in his palm, revealing a black and white ball.

A soft "Eek!!" sound rang out as the black and white dumpling hugged Yuan Meng's hand.

It's about the size of a puppy.

Nannan looked at the little dumpling in front of her with shining eyes.

"Do you like it?" Yuan Meng asked Nannan, a doting smile on his face.

"I like it." Nannan struggled and wobbled out of Yuan Meng's arms, floating in the air and grabbing the little dumpling in Yuan Meng's hand.

Yuan Meng smiled and said, "You must treat Nannan well from now on."

"Mmm." Nannan nodded.

Yuan Meng looked at the black and white dumpling in front of him. This dumpling was no ordinary creature; it was the first iron-eating beast in the world, a being that controlled the innate Yin and Yang energies.

It looks like a dumpling, but it's not someone to mess with.

However, she has only just emerged from the Golden Immortal realm and was discovered by Yuan Meng, who then brought her back to keep Nannan company.

To prevent this little guy from getting bored and tormenting those poor creatures that have taken the form of spiritual herbs on the island every day.

Just at this time.

Yuan Meng looked out of the island, a strange look in his eyes.

A monkey with yellow fur was scratching its ears and cheeks, looking at the island's restrictions, trying to get in, but there was no way to do so.

The most peculiar thing is that this monkey has six ears.

(End of this chapter)