This is so dishonest!

Chapter 435 The Heavenly Emperor Dies Suddenly!

"Killing is for the sake of protecting life; cutting off karma is not the same as killing a person!"

Just as Styx was feeling disappointed, a whisper from who-knows-where, like lightning, pierced through his chaotic mind!

"I understand...I understand! Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Styx burst into laughter, his laughter filled with madness and the exhilaration of sudden enlightenment.

In the final moment before the will of humanity is fully formed and resonates with heaven and earth.

This supreme ruler of the Blood Sea made a decision that silenced the entire primordial world.

He was about to embark on a monumental gamble that was unprecedented and destined to remain so!

"Today, I will spill my blood on humanity!"

He held up the two innate killing treasures, Yuan Tu and A Bi, in his hands, his expression solemn.

May humanity prosper forever!

He didn't hesitate at all after he finished speaking.

He directly used the two peerless and ferocious swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, which were stained with endless killing and karma, to strike his forehead twice!

One sword, and a god is slain!

Within his Purple Mansion Sea of ​​Consciousness, his incomparably powerful primordial spirit was instantly shredded into the purest fragments of true spirit by the endless resentment of the Avici Sword!
One sword, and he's gone!

His innate Dao body, which was indestructible through countless tribulations, was completely severed from all life by the supreme sharpness of the Yuan Tu Sword!

In an instant, Styx's mind went blank, and he was annihilated, both in body and spirit.

Under the incredulous gaze of all the saints, this Lord of the Killing Path, in the most tragic and extreme way, severed himself, sacrificing everything he had to the humanity that was about to be born!
With Styx's death, the entire Netherworld Blood Sea seemed to have lost its heart, and a full thirty percent of the boundless blood disappeared out of thin air!
"hiss--"

All the sacred and powerful beings in the world who were watching this place collectively gasped in shock.

"Ruthless man!"

"Pangu's axe! Is it really necessary to go this far?"

"As expected of the Lord of the Slaughtering Path, his temper is too much!"

The gods sighed.

"Pity."

Xuanqing smiled.

"Okay."

The moment he finished speaking, something unexpected happened!
The human will that was about to be fully formed seemed to sense Styx's supreme determination to "sacrifice himself to achieve enlightenment," and it actually took the initiative to separate a wisp of the purest primordial power to wrap up his true spirit fragments that were about to completely dissipate.

Immediately afterwards, a tsunami of boundless golden light of merit descended from the heavens!
This merit is not a gift from Heaven, but the highest reward from "humanity" to this "martyr"!
Styx, in a way that no one expected, successfully caught the last train of the formation of humanity!
His shattered true spirit was rapidly reassembled under the influence of the origin of humanity and immeasurable merit.

He watched as his "humanitarian merit," along with his "heavenly equity" and "earthly equity," miraculously merged together!
Ultimately, these three forces coalesced into a brand new, unique Dao Fruit, shimmering with crimson and golden light, and imbued with the contradictory yet unified meaning of killing and protection!
The Dao Fruit spun around and eventually transformed into a brand new, radiant Styx!

"I...I...success?"

Styx recovered from the bewilderment of being resurrected and felt the unprecedented yet harmonious power within his body.

Overjoyed.

The twelve-petaled karmic fire lotus beneath his feet seemed to sense its master's joy, and ignited boundless karmic fire.

Even the spirit of the lotus platform couldn't help but let out a series of cheerful and jubilant hums.

"It doesn't matter if it's not the Great Luo of Taiyi! It doesn't matter if the Three Corpses haven't merged!"

"Being a unique 'Saint of Killing Merit' isn't so bad!"

Styx stood with his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky and laughing heartily.

He was satisfied with the result.

This scene prompted both the Supreme Lord and Yu Chen to take a closer look at this newly appointed sage.

"Is this light of merit so intense, so golden and shimmering, still the same Styx River that was filled with murderous intent?" Jade Emperor Daoist transmitted his thoughts with astonishment.

[Even being unethical is a virtue!]

The Supreme Dao Ancestor chuckled and replied telepathically: "I suspect that the current Fellow Daoist Styx is no longer the same Styx as before. You could even call him a walking 'Merit and Dao Fruit'."

Yu Chen Daojun raised a brow, seemingly lost in thought: [Is this the embodiment of the merit of killing? Or rather, is the 'calamity of killing' itself, come to life?]

Xuan Qing, who was watching the scene unfold, interjected, "Why don't you two just ask him directly?"

Thus, the will of the Three Pure Ones simultaneously connected with the Styx River, which was still laughing with its hands on its hips above the Sea of ​​Blood.

[Fellow Daoist, how do you feel?]

I feel great!

Styx replied with a smug look on his face.

Then, without Sanqing asking, he took the initiative to share his experience of "sudden enlightenment".

[Wasn't I always considering taking that demonic path of 'slaying heaven, slaying earth, slaying all living beings'? But Xuan Qing ruthlessly thwarted my plan.]

So I changed my approach. In that split second between life and death, just as I was about to stab myself to death, I suddenly had an epiphany—why do I have to do this 'triple kill' myself? I can just cheat!

[Think about it, I have shares in the Heavenly Path and the Earthly Path, right? Now, by sacrificing myself, I've obtained a portion of the original shares in the 'Human Path'.]

Why can't I reverse this, transforming myself into a part of the three concepts of 'Heavenly Killing,' 'Earthly Killing,' and 'Human Killing'?

[In this way, whenever a calamity occurs in the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man, a portion of the resulting Daoist energy of slaughter will be attributed to me.]

Doesn't this mean I've indirectly embarked on a different, more sophisticated path of killing?

As Styx spoke, he could no longer suppress a smile.

He laughed and said, "Plus, since I'm the originator of the 'killing luck merit' method, the effect is even more amazing!"

The more ruthless you kill, the better your luck becomes; the more enemies you have, the more unlucky you become; the more unlucky you become, the more ruthless you kill. This cycle repeats itself.

In this way, my Great Dao will be complete!

The Three Pure Ones laughed after hearing Styx's theory.

Fellow Daoist, you are truly a killing machine!

The three celestial deities all highly praised this.

He could even come up with such a method of enlightenment that could be described as "exploiting a bug".

The God of Slaughter's thought process is indeed incredibly unique.

The key thing is, he actually managed to do it!

As expected, the killing god born from chaos had no idea what the true way of killing was!

When it comes to warfare, we must look to our sacred beings, born and raised in this primordial wilderness!

Apart from a few sages, all the gods of heaven and earth fell silent at this moment.

No... buddy.

You're really something... huh?!
"If he can do it, so can we!"

Thus, inspired by the "success story" of the Styx River, an unprecedented "frenzy of establishing a religion" swept across the entire prehistoric world!
Countless powerful figures followed suit, stepping forward to announce the establishment of their own sects.

For example, when Zhen Yuanzi announced the establishment of the White Lotus Sect, his main purpose was to seize the incense offerings of a certain heretical deity.

Yaochi established a "Sacred Fire Cult," whose mascot is a calico cat, and teaches all living beings the methods of cultivating qi and the art of immortality.

Even Meng Wuyou, who had been sitting in the underworld and seemed to be detached from worldly affairs, solemnly announced the official establishment of his "Return to the Cage Cult," whose doctrine was "All beings can enter dreams, and a dream can resolve a thousand sorrows."

There is also the Hehuan Cult of the Dragon Clan, whose aim is family happiness.

Xuanqing's disciples also established some sects, such as the Qingwei Sect of Taiyi Zhenren.

The most fun one was the "Beast Taming Sect" created by Master Huanglong.

"Junior brother, are you going to pursue the path of nurturing?" Chi Jingzi asked curiously.

Huanglong shook his head: "No, no, no, I'm preparing for proving the Dao of the Primordial Beginning!"

The immortals of the Chan Sect were filled with doubt: "What is the relationship between the Beast Taming Sect and the Primordial Beginning who attained enlightenment?"

"You just don't understand!" Master Huanglong said with a smile.

"My Beast Taming Sect's Lesser Vehicle method is to seek externally, relying on contracted objects to fight, such as thousands of spirit beasts, or divine beasts transformed into the form of the Joyful Union Sect's Holy Maiden, the Heavenly Immortal Sect's Holy Son, the White Lotus Sect's Patriarch, and so on..."

"But the Mahayana teachings seek within!"

"The key to self-discipline lies in achieving inner peace and contentment!"

"The Path to Self-Control?"

"Yup!"

Huanglong Zhenren said, "I myself am a divine beast in human form, and I use the method of beast taming to control myself. That makes perfect sense, doesn't it?"

"To master oneself, one must adhere to the principle of unity of knowledge and action."

"To achieve unity of knowledge and action, one must first cultivate one's mind; cultivating one's mind is also cultivating the Way."

"If a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect ever cultivates to the point where 'my heart is the heart of Heaven, and my principles are the principles of Heaven,' then he is almost ready to graduate!"

"Similarly, as long as I control myself and emulate the Way of the Primordial Beginning, one day when I cultivate to the state of 'My heart is content, why should I seek externally,' I will be able to replace the heart of the Primordial Beginning with my own heart and replace the Way of the Primordial Beginning with my own Way."

"By then, I will have completed my training in the primordial way!"

After saying this, Master Huanglong left his thoughtful fellow disciples behind and went to set up his new dojo.

He named his new dojo: Dragon Field.

Finally, all the saints followed the example of the River Styx and uttered that crucial mantra.

"Humanity must prevail!"

then……

Merit has indeed been accumulated.

Establishing one's own lineage, spreading the Great Way in the world, and helping humanity develop are certainly meritorious deeds.

Humanity and good fortune have also arrived.

In the early days of humanity, everyone made "angel round investments" in the name of their respective great paths, and naturally they could all get a share of the original shares and receive a portion of the blessing of fortune.

However, no one proved the Way. Almost every saint who spread the Great Way in the human world had a share, everyone practiced and earned merit.

But why is it that only the Styx River was able to ascend to heaven in one step and attain sainthood through merit?
Because he didn't just invest; he went all in with his entire life!

He had a wild imagination and embarked on an unconventional path of killing, born out of necessity.

Furthermore, a great calamity is inevitable in the coming prehistoric world.

Styx, however, was destined to become a saint through tribulation, but he also suffered a life of slaughter!
"Who was it! Who was it that said this person was the unluckiest guy in the entire primordial world?!"

"The god of misfortune is no longer unlucky, and he has become a saint through the path of slaughter. Is this still the primordial world I know?"

"Great God Pangu, I beg you! Send down a beam of light from your axe that splits the heavens and cleaves this cheating guy to death!"

Those who were full of hope but only received a "participation prize" were completely devastated and complained in their hearts.

Of course, everyone could only feel a little envious in their hearts.

When it's time to offer congratulations, it's still necessary to put on a good show.

For example, now.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Styx, on your great achievements and saintly virtues, which will endure for countless eons!"

From all the heavens and myriad realms, from all the gods of the ten directions, whether sincere or not, they all sent their congratulatory messages.

"Hahaha! Fellow leaders, congratulations to you all!"

At this moment, Styx was also in high spirits due to the happy occasion, and he cheerfully returned the greetings to all parties with clasped hands.

What he said wasn't wrong.

Within a single day, countless sects, large and small, were established in the Primordial True Realm and the myriad worlds, and countless nominal "leaders" appeared out of thin air.

However, these "leaders" are vastly different from the epochal leaders like the Six Saints.

However, everyone loves to hear nice things.

Sure enough, when Styx returned the greeting, all the deities felt a sense of pride, and the last trace of defeat in their hearts vanished.

Instead, there was an unprecedented ambition and an infinite yearning for one's own path.

"Today, all the saints have emerged together, and the Styx River has proven its Dao. What does this signify?"

"This shows that the road ahead is bright! This shows that the great path is not out of reach!"

"Our era is the best of times! There is hope for all!"

"That's right! Time waits for no one! Let's go, let's go into seclusion!"

"Hahaha, no more seclusion! Let's get things going! I'm going to the myriad realms too, to follow Fellow Daoist Styx's example and pull off something big!"

A cultivation frenzy, initiated by a sage and ignited by the River Styx, swept across the entire prehistoric world.

~~~~~
Amidst the "frenzy of establishing religions" and the "craze for cultivation" that swept across the entire prehistoric world, triggered by the saints' enlightenment and Styx's ascension to sainthood.

The whole world seemed to be immersed in an excited atmosphere of "the great path is right in front of us, and everyone can attain it".

Countless sacred and powerful beings, whether stimulated or genuinely moved, chose to go into seclusion or take a vacation.

Or perhaps they travel far and wide to seek their own destiny.

On the surface, the primordial world presents an unprecedented scene of "decentralized" prosperity.

However, beneath this grand celebration, a cold, somber, and extremely oppressive undercurrent is frantically gathering and fermenting in the towering shadow of Mount Buzhou.

The Witch Clan, Ancestral Witch Temple.

Thirteen towering figures sat around a pool of churning Pangu's blood, the air inside the hall so heavy it seemed as if it would drip water.

Their gazes were all focused on the water mirror.

The mirror reflected the somewhat "desolate" scene of the Heavenly Court.

The stars of each Heavenly Dao Committee member dimmed, entering a dormant state.

“Very good, everyone really thinks that the chaos in the heavenly secrets is caused by these divine alternations of positions.”

The one who spoke was Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch of Space. His voice broke the deathly silence in the hall, cold yet full of decisiveness.

“Brother is absolutely right.” The Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin slowly opened his eyes. In his eyes, it seemed as if the past and future were being created and destroyed.

"Now, more than half of the ancient saints in the Heavenly Way Committee have taken their leave."

"In addition, the recent great stimulation of the saints proving their Dao and Styx becoming a saint has led the top gods of the prehistoric world to either choose deep seclusion and stay away from worldly affairs, or to leave the prehistoric world in their true forms and go to the myriad worlds to 'make trouble'."

He paused, his tone becoming even more sinister.

"The Heavenly Court is now unprecedentedly weak in high-end combat capabilities."

"The Heavenly Emperor himself is immersed in the false prosperity of this golden age, and his vigilance has reached its lowest point."

"I believe the best time to strike down the heavens has arrived!" Zhu Rong slammed his hand on the stone seat, and scorching flames exploded around him.

"Instead of waiting for him to react and regroup, we should strike now and kill him in one blow!"

"Slay the Heavenly Emperor first!"

"Can!"

The thirteen ancestral witches unanimously agreed.

They directly activated the "killer contract" that had been dormant for countless eons!
"Fellow Daoist of the Contract, it's up to you now!"

The great shaman Xing Tian pricked his fingertip and chanted an ancient and obscure incantation.

An invisible ripple, filled with an ominous and mysterious aura, instantly pierced through the barriers of the primordial world, crossed the endless chaos, and connected with an unknown ancient existence hidden in the cracks of the world.

"Om-"

A hoarse, ancient, and emotionless voice resounded in the hearts of all the Ancestral Witches.

"As you wish!"

"Target...confirmed."

"The power of the contract traces cause and effect... Locking in the true name... Curse, generating..."

That voice was like the most sophisticated machine executing a cold program.

Those who break the contract will ultimately be judged by it!

As the last sentence fell, the eerie ripple vanished silently, as if it had never appeared at all.

Inside the Ancestral Witch Temple, there was a deathly silence.

All the ancestral witches were waiting quietly.

They await the arrival of the supreme Heavenly Emperor who ruled the primordial world and whose might dominated the ages, as he was destined to meet his death.

Heavenly Emperor Palace.

Di Jun was still dealing with his official duties, in a good mood.

He has just approved the last "closed-door application" from the Heavenly Way Committee.

Suddenly, an extreme sense of dizziness, without warning, rushed into his mind like a flood bursting its banks.

"Buzz!"

Di Jun felt as if his primordial spirit was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand!
His vision went black instantly.

"not good!"

In Di Jun's heart, alarm bells rang loudly!
He is the ruler of the Heavenly Court, and with a thought he can mobilize the power of the stars in the heavens. His primordial spirit is also connected to supreme treasures such as the Hetu and Luoshu, making him impervious to all magic.

How could such a situation of the primordial spirit going out of control occur?!
He immediately realized that he had encountered some kind of incomprehensible and indefensible terrorist attack!
He tried to struggle, to activate the true fire of the sun within his body, and to summon the River Chart and Luo Book to protect him.

But there was nothing he could do.

A cold, eerie law, imbued with the power of "contract," had somehow, like the most vicious vine, entwined every corner of his true spirit.

This force did not directly attack him.

Instead... it's about "modifying" him.

He felt with horror that his connection with the title of "Heavenly Emperor" was being forcibly and irreversibly altered!

His prized life-saving technique, the "Heavenly Emperor's Reincarnation Scripture," which he had updated countless times, suddenly began to operate wildly and uncontrollably on its own at this moment!

Moreover, it was operating in reverse in a destructive way that he had never imagined!

The core of the "Heavenly Emperor's Reincarnation Scripture" is to abandon the body of the "Heavenly Emperor" when faced with a fatal crisis, and to reincarnate in various heavens and worlds to be reborn.

At this moment, distorted by the contract curse, this cultivation technique is executing a completely opposite command—

In this instant, all his avatars, all his backup plans, and all his escape routes in the myriad realms were all forcibly recalled and merged into the "Heavenly Emperor" himself!
Furthermore, this process is irreversible and cannot be stopped!
"Asshole!!!"

Di Jun roared in anger.

All his power, all his incarnations, were forcibly and all at once stuffed back into his body.

It's like frantically filling a balloon that's already full of water with more water!
There is only one outcome—

Exploded to death!

"puff--!"

Di Jun suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood.

Grotesque cracks began to appear on his divine body, and endless true solar fire erupted uncontrollably from the cracks, burning the entire Heavenly Emperor Palace into a glazed wasteland.

His aura was surging wildly in an abnormal, self-destructive way!

He even touched the edge of the fifth realm of the Great Luo!
But this power does not belong to him, nor can he control it.

He could clearly feel that his primordial spirit was being gradually burst and crushed by this enormous, out-of-control force!

"Who...is it..."

In his last moments of consciousness, he strained with all his might to see who could have driven him to such a desperate situation in such a bizarre and vicious way.

"You wait for me!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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