Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Houtu suddenly turned to look at him, and for the first time, a clear emotional fluctuation appeared in her eyes—surprise, inquiry, and a hint of...expectation.

"Go on..."

Huanglong raised his head and looked directly into Houtu's eyes: "What I mean is that this rule is wrong. The primordial world nurtured all living beings, giving them wisdom, emotions, and the opportunity to cultivate, but after death, there are only three paths: dissipation, torment, and slumber. This should not be the original intention of the world, it should not be... the original intention of the Great God Pangu in creating the primordial world."

After Huang Long finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he had said something he shouldn't have.

He glanced at Houtu Zuwu with a guilty conscience...!

Houtu gazed at Huanglong quietly for a long time before a faint, yet genuine, smile appeared on her face.

"You're right," she said softly. "The rules are wrong, this world... is missing something."

Before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened.

The sea of ​​blood suddenly surged violently!

What was originally just slowly churning viscous blood now roared as if boiling, with towering waves of blood surging into the sky and condensing into countless ferocious blood-red beasts in the air!

Nine-headed blood pythons, three-headed blood lions, hundred-legged blood centipedes... each one exuded a ferocious aura comparable to a Taiyi Golden Immortal, densely packed together, blotting out the sky and the sun.

However, these blood beasts did not attack; instead, they hovered in the air like puppets, "staring" at the two people on the reef with their empty, blood-red eyes.

At the same time, the enormous vortex in the center of the sea of ​​blood, with a diameter of hundreds of millions of miles, began to spin faster.

Deep within the vortex, the blood-red palace built from countless skeletons erupted with a soaring crimson light. The pair of enormous blood-red lanterns atop the palace suddenly lit up, like two eyes piercing through layers of blood mist and locking onto Huanglong and Houtu.

A vast, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical aura awakened from the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

The sheer power of that aura sent chills down Huanglong's spine!

He had no doubt that the owner of this aura was none other than the Styx Ancestor, one of the most powerful beings in the primordial world!

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, young friend Huanglong."

A voice resounded above the boundless sea of ​​blood.

"You two have come from afar and graced my defiled land with your presence. The River Styx has failed to greet you in time, which is an insult to you."

As the words were spoken, the viscous blood on the surface of the sea of ​​blood, a hundred feet in front of Huanglong and Houtu, began to surge and converge.

First the head, then the torso, the arms... and finally the feet, stepping on the sea of ​​blood and creating ripples.

The whole process took no more than three breaths, and a complete body appeared in front of the two of them.

This is a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a blood-red Taoist robe.

The Taoist robe was simple and ancient in style, dark red all over, as if woven with congealed blood. There were countless fine patterns on the robe, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be patterns of millions of living beings struggling and wailing.

The most striking feature is the vertical blood-red line between his eyebrows. The line is like an open third eye, with blood-red light flowing inside. Looking at it for a long time can make people feel dizzy and want to kill everything in their previous life.

Two long swords hovered around it.

The sword in the left hand was entirely black, with a long and narrow blade and countless tiny black vortexes swirling at the tip, as if it could devour all light. It was none other than the infamous Yuan Tu Sword from the primordial era, which killed without incurring any karmic consequences.

The sword in his right hand was dark red, with a broad blade and densely packed, blood-red runes flashing along its spine. Each rune was like an eye, watching over all living beings in the sea of ​​blood. This was the Avici Sword, which could kill without incurring any karmic consequences.

Beneath the Taoist's feet, a twelve-petaled lotus platform slowly emerged.

The lotus platform was entirely blood red, with layers upon layers of petals, each petal burning with dark red flames. It was the innate top-grade spiritual root, the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, which could burn all karma in the world, had unparalleled defense, and could even ignite the karma of its opponents, making it impossible to defend against.

The Lord of the Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor, has personally arrived!

This way of putting on a show is indeed extraordinary.

Huang Long's heart pounded wildly.

Although he had anticipated that the Styx River would be alarmed, he still felt immense pressure when he actually faced this top-tier power below the saint, an ancient being who had ruled the Blood Sea for billions of years.

That was a dual suppression of life level and cultivation realm. If Houtu hadn't been standing beside him, sharing most of the pressure, Huanglong doubted he would have been able to stand up.

Houtu, however, remained calm.

She even bowed slightly, performing a simple gesture of respect, which was considered extremely high respect by the ancestral witches.

"I apologize for my unannounced visit and for disturbing Fellow Daoist Styx's peaceful cultivation." Houtu's voice was as calm as water, a stark contrast to Styx's surging aura of blood. "I have come here simply because I had a premonition and followed the guidance of my father. I hope you will not take offense."

The Styx Ancestor's blood-red eyes lingered on Houtu for a moment before turning to Huanglong... the white lotus above his head.

"I never expected that this Pure World White Lotus would be in your hands, and that you would have completely refined it. What a pity..."

Huanglong, unaware of what the Styx Ancestor was regretting, quickly bowed and greeted him with the respect due to a disciple: "Huanglong, under the command of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, greets Senior Styx."

Huanglong emphasized the words "Yuanshi Tianzun" with particular force...!

"Huanglong!"

The Styx Ancestor raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "The last time I saw you, you were just a minor Golden Immortal. I never imagined that in just a few eons, you would have reached the late stage of the Great Luo Realm. You truly deserve to be called a Sage..."

He looked Huanglong and Houtu up and down. One was the ancestral witch of the Wu tribe, and the other was a disciple of a sage. These two beings with completely different identities and who should have no connection at all were actually appearing together in the sea of ​​blood, which made him have many guesses.

Logically speaking, the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witches should not get along.

But when did Huanglong and Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, become so close?

However, the Styx Ancestor was, after all, an old monster who had lived for countless eons. His mind was racing with thoughts, but he showed no sign of it on his face.

He laughed, a laugh like waves of blood crashing against the shore, dull and eerie:

"My Blood Sea has been untouched by any living being for countless millennia. Today, Fellow Daoist Houtu and Young Friend Huanglong have arrived together, bringing a touch of life to this desolate place. Since you are here, you are guests, and as the host, how can I not treat you well?"

Having said that, he waved his sleeve.

The sea of ​​blood beneath their feet suddenly parted, revealing a huge passage.

On both sides of the passage, blood congealed into steps, each step displaying a lifelike blood-red relief, depicting either the sinking of countless true spirits or the blooming of karmic red lotuses.

At the end of the passage was the Palace of Bones, the Temple of the Blood God.

"Please, gentlemen." The Styx Ancestor stepped forward and ascended the blood-red steps.

Houtu looked at Huanglong, nodded slightly, and then stepped onto the stairs barefoot.

With each step she took, the crimson steps beneath her feet emitted a faint earthy yellow light, decomposing, suppressing, and absorbing the malevolent energy of the blood sea... allowing her to walk with ease.

Huanglong, meanwhile, used the Pure White Lotus to purify the surrounding bloody and filthy energy, following behind Houtu.

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