Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Houtu's words sent a chill down Huanglong's spine.

The presence that could make Houtu Ancestral Witch feel threatened must be at least several peak Quasi-Saints of the same level, or even... possibly touching the Saint realm!

Could it be that, besides the Styx Ancestor, another terrifying being is hidden deep within the Blood Sea?

Moreover, this being has already surpassed the Quasi-Saint level?

It's not impossible.

The Blood Sea was formed from Pangu's navel and has existed since the beginning of time. After countless eons, no one dares to say that they have fully understood its secrets.

Perhaps in some ancient corner, there truly are creatures that survived from that era, or some forbidden object born of heaven and earth.

"Since there is danger, why don't you send a message to the other Ancestral Witches?" Huang Long suggested. "If all twelve Ancestral Witches gather, apart from the Sage, I'm afraid no one can threaten you."

Houtu remained silent for a moment.

"No." She finally shook her head. "The River Styx has already set the limit by allowing us to be here."

Houtu looked at Huanglong and continued, "If I were to summon any more brothers and sisters, he would surely think that the Wu Clan was trying to seize the Blood Sea. At that time, he would definitely try his best to stop us, and even completely seal off the Blood Sea. The Wu Clan cannot afford to have a conflict with a Quasi-Saint peak existence."

That's the truth.

The Blood Sea is Styx's domain; he can mobilize the power of the entire Blood Sea here. The legend says that as long as the Blood Sea never dries up, Styx will never die.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches were to fight Styx in the Sea of ​​Blood, Styx would naturally be no match for them. However, Styx was determined to leave, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches could not stop him.

"Then, Ancestral Witch, what do you intend to do...!" Huanglong frowned as he looked at Houtu's eyes.

"good!"

In those deep, earth-like eyes, a glint of wisdom shone:

"I need your help!"

Huang Long said somewhat guiltily, "Ancestral Witch, please don't joke around. If you can sense the danger, I, a Great Luo Golden Immortal, would probably be instantly killed."

Houtu stared straight at Huanglong, her eyes saying, "Young man, I have high hopes for you!"

"Don't worry, I will protect you."

Houtu spoke with unwavering confidence, "Besides, I only sensed the crisis; it's not that there's no chance of victory. The being deep within should... be in some special state, not in its complete form."

She stared at Huanglong and said, word by word:

"I don't need your direct involvement; I only require you to unleash the secret weapon left behind by the Three Pure Ones at the crucial moment!"

Huanglong's pupils contracted slightly.

The Three Pure Ones' backup plan!

This is his biggest trump card as he roams the prehistoric world.

Back in the North Sea, he only revealed a trace of his blood and qi, which frightened Kunpeng, a quasi-saint, into apologizing.

Aside from that, he had hardly used it at all. He never expected that Houtu would know about it.

"How did you know..." Huang Long said, then suddenly understood.

Houtu is an ancestral witch, with an extremely keen perception of power.

She had spent ten thousand years with Huanglong and traveled together through the primordial world for thousands of years. It would be strange if she couldn't sense the aura of a sage hidden within Huanglong.

Houtu looked at the shocked Huanglong and smiled. "Don't worry, I won't let you waste your saintly power for nothing. I will reward you handsomely after the deed is done!"

"Since you've said so, senior, I naturally won't refuse." Huang Long took a deep breath. "But I wonder... what exactly does senior intend to do? And what is that being deep within?"

Houtu did not answer directly, but instead looked back into the depths of the sea of ​​blood, a complex light flashing in her eyes:

"You'll understand when the time comes."

She paused, and under Huang Long's surprised gaze, she suddenly raised her voice, the sound piercing through layers of blood and echoing throughout the sea of ​​blood:

"Fellow Daoist Styx, please show yourself."

After Houtu finished speaking, a few breaths later!

The sea of ​​blood surged, and a column of blood-red water slowly rose from the sea of ​​blood beneath the two men's feet. When it reached the same level as the two men, the seawater receded, and the figure of the Styx Ancestor appeared!

After ten thousand years, the aura of the Styx Ancestor had become even more profound.

He was still dressed in a blood-red robe, wielding two swords, and standing on a red lotus, but the blood-red vertical line between his eyebrows seemed even more vivid, as if he might open a third eye at any moment.

Clearly, he hadn't been idle during those ten thousand years; his cultivation had improved once again.

"What brings you here, Fellow Daoist Houtu?" The Styx Ancestor asked in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over Houtu and Huanglong, lingering on Huanglong for a moment.

Clearly, they were somewhat surprised by the progress Huanglong had made over the past ten thousand years.

"I wish to venture into the depths of the Blood Sea," Houtu declared bluntly.

Ancestor Styx frowned: "The depths? Fellow Daoist, do you know what's there?"

"I don't know, but I can sense where the great opportunity lies," Houtu said calmly. "I also sense... danger."

"If you knew there was a danger, why did you still go?"

Ancestor Styx's eyes flickered. "Furthermore, since you wish to go, then go! I have said before that you may roam freely within this Sea of ​​Blood, but there are some areas... proceed with caution."

Houtu looked at the calm-faced Styx Ancestor and smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist Styx, the existence deep within is also a potential threat to you, isn't it?"

The Styx Ancestor remained silent!

"Although the Blood Sea is your training ground, it is not entirely under your control."

Houtu continued, "That thing deep within is like a thorn stuck in the heart of a sea of ​​blood, constantly emanating an aura that makes you uneasy. The reason you 'don't want' to get involved isn't because you don't want to, but because you lack confidence!"

"You can't eat it all by yourself!"

Houtu's words struck a chord with the Styx River.

His face darkened, and after a long silence, he slowly asked, "Does fellow Daoist know why that place exists?"

"I don't know the specifics, but I can sense its essence," Houtu said. "It is ancient and powerful, but also... weak. It is in some special state, perhaps dormant, perhaps sealed, perhaps still recovering from serious injuries. In short, it is not in its complete form right now, which is the best time to deal with it."

The Styx Ancestor's eyes flashed with blood-red light, clearly indicating that he was weighing the pros and cons.

Houtu pressed her advantage: "I invite you to come with me. If we join forces, with the assistance of young friend Huanglong, we have a very high chance of resolving this. After it's done, the opportunity will be mine, but the threat to the Blood Sea will be completely eliminated, and it will be entirely under your control. For you, it's worth the gamble!"

This condition tempted Styx.

He had indeed noticed the anomaly deep within the sea of ​​blood long ago.

The aura emanating from there was ancient, chaotic, and carried an instinctive sense of disgust and fear in him.

He tried to explore it several times, but each time he got close, he felt a strong tremor in his heart, as if taking another step forward would endanger his life.

That's why he "didn't want" to get involved.

It's not that I don't want to control the entire Blood Sea, but that I'm unwilling to take the risks.

But if we have Houtu as a powerful ally....

"How can young friend Huanglong be of any help?"

Styx suddenly looked at Huanglong, his tone tinged with doubt, "Although he has made rapid progress, he is still only at the late stage of the Great Luo realm. Facing such an existence, he may not even be able to protect himself."

Houtu glanced at Huanglong and said calmly, "He is a direct disciple of the Sage..."

"So that's how it is!" Old Ancestor Styx suddenly realized!

In his view, Huanglong, as a direct disciple of a sage, possesses exceptional talent and is now at the late stage of the Great Luo realm. Naturally, he has life-saving techniques left behind by the sage.