Primordial Era: The true lineage of Pangu, which Styx River is this?

Chapter 197 Styx: Living as the Saints Imagined Himself

"This lecture will cover the mysteries of Taoism and the profound methods of Taoism, and will be given eight times, each lasting a thousand years."

This is the first time I have spoken of the Way of the Golden Immortal. Styx sat atop the auspicious clouds of the heavens, his five-colored radiance illuminating the heavens, and the eight-tone celestial music resounding throughout the universe. The auspicious clouds of the heavens combined with the righteous energy between the primordial world, drawing in the sun, moon, and stars above, and shaking the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas below. All these strange phenomena brought a touch of vitality to the primordial world, which was now filled with the aura of calamity, and signs of all things flourishing.

Many beings who were not human, but of other races, but who did not want to miss such a great opportunity as the sage preaching, which they did not know would come again, looked at the primordial world around them and felt a sense of unfamiliarity for a moment.

Is this still the primordial world filled with calamity and karma?

Before long, Styx began to preach, and in his capacity as a Heavenly Sage, he began to demonstrate the first few realms of the Immortal Path transmitted by the Dao Ancestor.

This lecture was relatively basic, reaching at most the Golden Immortal realm.

At the same time, while preaching, Styx also used his saintly powers to gather the spiritual energy of the primordial world and condense it into golden lotuses of magical power, which were then absorbed by the beings listening to his teachings to enhance their own cultivation.

"Since this is my sermon, it should naturally be different." Styx looked at the beings before him and thought to himself. After all, this sermon was for all living beings in the primordial world, so he should make the sermon more grand to be worthy of his status and dignity as a saint.

Styx raised his hand, and countless spiritual roots and rare treasures from the primordial world were drawn to him. With Styx's current mastery of alchemy, he didn't need any alchemy furnace. Heaven and earth were the furnace, creation was the craftsman, yin and yang were the charcoal, and all things were the copper. With the divine power of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, he instantly refined a rain of spiritual pills. Of course, with such a large quantity of pills, it was difficult to refine the quality of the pills to be too high, but they were all at the level of fifth or sixth grade golden pills.

For the beings who come here to listen to the teachings at this moment, obtaining a single elixir can save them countless days of hard work; it can be said to be a rare and great opportunity.

Of course, it's not just that. Styx is also proficient in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. He draws down chaos from beyond the heavens and then uses the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth to separate the pure from the impure, thus increasing the concentration of spiritual energy in the world, especially in the area centered around Styx's place of preaching, as well as the foundation of the surrounding earth veins.

All of this made the beings listening to Styx's sermon feel very comfortable. After all, the environment for listening to the sermon was too good. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the saint had fed them his cultivation.

Of course, Styx did not forget to observe the beings listening to his teachings while preaching, to see which humans were suitable to become disciples of Taoism.

However, such a grand display could not escape the notice of the saints throughout the primordial world.

Beyond the heavens.

Nuwa's divine eyes pierced through boundless space, looking at the Styx River who was currently preaching, and she couldn't help but nod.

As the creator of humanity, it's difficult to say whether Nuwa had the same maternal affection for humanity as a mother for her children, but—

At this moment, the human race has the potential to be the protagonist of heaven and earth. As the creator of the human race, and having attained sainthood through the merit of creating humans, Nuwa naturally hopes that the human race's fortune will be as prosperous as possible.

At this moment, the Styx's concern for the human race is indeed an extremely advantageous thing for Nuwa.

In the west, Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti and Jieyin looked at the Styx River, which was preaching to a large number of humans and all living beings in the prehistoric world, and felt a mix of emotions.

Especially Zhunti, at this moment, he could be said to be extremely envious, and even as a saint, he felt a bit jealous.

"This one's good, that one's okay, that one's even better, good aptitude, that one has good comprehension—"

On one side, Jieyin stared in disbelief at Zhunti, who was muttering something to himself, and felt a pang of sadness.

"Junior brother," Jieyin sighed deeply.

"Senior brother, it's not that I lost my composure, it's just that Fellow Daoist Styx's fortune is truly enviable." Zhunti, realizing his loss of composure, regained his senses and responded to Jieyin.

Of the countless beings who listened to Styx's teachings, it was impossible for Styx to accept them all as disciples. And most of the beings that Styx rejected were far better than the current disciples of the Western Sect.

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They are all saints, but the difference between them is enormous.

"Junior brother, calm down. This is something we can only envy." Jieyin shook his head and said helplessly.

Jieyin was very clear that they could not compare with the Styx. In the eyes of the primordial beings, the barren West was incomparable to the Styx, who controlled the six realms of reincarnation and whose cultivation was the highest among all saints.

Therefore, instead of continuing to watch, it's better to close the door and quietly recite the Huang Ting Jing (a classic Chinese text), out of sight, out of mind.

"If this were the trend, it would be the trend of the West. How wonderful that would be." Zhunti looked at the Styx River at this moment, putting himself into the Styx River's perspective. Just imagining it gave Zhunti great satisfaction.

If he could see such a powerful force in the West, then his cultivation of the Great Dao would not have been in vain.

"Alas, junior brother," Jieyin sighed softly.

On Kunlun Mountain.

In the Eight Views Palace, Lao Tzu looked at the Styx River, which was preaching to the human race, and pondered in his heart.

It can be said that the Styx River is now living the life that Lao Tzu wanted to live. He has high cultivation and can manipulate the primordial world with a wave of his hand. At the same time, his lineage is deeply rooted in the human race.

And this alchemy skill.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Lao Tzu was passionate about alchemy throughout his life, much like the Dao of formations was to Tongtian and the Dao of weapon crafting was to Yuanshi. The ultimate pursuit of alchemy was also one of Lao Tzu's goals in the pursuit of the Great Dao.

His father could also refine the pills that Styx refined, but to say that he could refine so many fifth and sixth grade golden pills as easily as Styx was a bit of a stretch.

It can be said that, apart from not engaging in alchemy or preaching in a grand manner, Styx, in a way, lived the life that Lao Tzu wanted to live.

However, upon further reflection, it becomes clear that Styx preached in this way to consolidate the Daoist tradition. If it weren't for the danger of the human race being slaughtered by the demon race, Styx probably wouldn't have needed to make such a grand show of it and could have simply enjoyed the human race's fortune from behind the scenes.

Moreover, Lao Tzu knew that after these nine sermons, the Taoist tradition among the human race would be unshakeable, even if the Styx River stopped caring about the human race from then on.

After all, after this great calamity, the Wu and Yao races will withdraw from the mainstream of the primordial world. As for the human race, as the protagonist of the world, as long as they pass on their lineage, even if they are left unattended, the human race, with its extremely high plasticity and infinite potential, will slowly deduce the Great Dao and forge a new Great Dao on the basis of the original lineage.

Unless Di Jun wipes out the human race and then Nuwa creates humans again, which is impossible.

Heaven would never allow it.

Thinking about it this way, Lao Tzu's heart was also stirred. After all, who could be happy to see their mortal enemy snatch the opportunity that should have been theirs and become the person they most wanted to be?