Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"A sage's backup plan...?"

Styx looked Huanglong up and down, as if he were getting to know this disciple of the sage anew.

Huanglong looked at the Lord of the Blood Sea with an expression of distrust on his face!

He simply turned his palm over, revealing the sword imprint on his palm. After injecting some magic power, a sharp and powerful sword intent spread out.

Upon sensing this sword intent, the Styx Ancestor's expression changed drastically, and his figure flashed, appearing hundreds of millions of miles away.

Huanglong immediately withdrew his magic power, and the sword seal on his hand, having lost its energy supply, slowly returned to calm.

After the fierce sword intent dissipated, Styx reappeared beside Huanglong.

He looked at Huanglong with a solemn expression:

"Even the Heavenly Saints have left their sword intent on you, young friend... It seems you are deeply favored by the Three Pure Ones!"

This sword intent finally made him make up his mind:

"Alright, I will go with you, fellow Daoist. But let me make this clear beforehand: if things become unbearable, I will retreat immediately and will not risk my life for you. If you perish, I hope the other Ancestral Witches will not blame my Blood Sea. As for my young friend Huanglong, with the protection of the Sage, I am not worried about his safety."

These words sound cold, but they are the truth.

The Styx River and Houtu had no deep relationship; their cooperation was merely driven by self-interest, and they could never truly share life and death.

Houtu didn't mind: "That's how it should be."

Houtu sought the opportunity of the Great Dao, Styx Ancestor sought complete control of the Blood Sea, and Huanglong sought Houtu's reward after the matter was accomplished.

The tripartite alliance is thus established!

The depths of the Blood Sea were far more bizarre than Huang Long had imagined.

The three descended, with the Styx Ancestor leading the way, and the seawater parting on its own wherever they went; Houtu and Huanglong followed behind, with Houtu's yellow aura spreading out, protecting Huanglong within it.

For the first 100,000 li, nothing unexpected happened!

But after descending 100,000 miles, the rules in the Sea of ​​Blood began to change.

Space became viscous here, and the flow of time was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Even with the protection of the Ancestral Witch Houtu, Huanglong felt that the flow of his magic power was beginning to stagnate.

"Be careful, we are approaching the origin of the Blood Sea." The voice of the Styx Ancestor echoed in Huanglong's heart. "The Blood Sea was formed from Pangu's navel. It contains the chaotic remnants of the creation of the world, and its rules are disordered. Outside the primordial world, the rules of heaven and earth are completely different."

Huang Long nodded, circulated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to its limit, and his physical body glowed with a faint blood-red light as he silently adapted to the changes in the outside world.

It then descended another 50,000 li.

The surroundings were completely dark; even the dark red of the blood was no longer visible. There was only pure, all-consuming darkness.

Huanglong's primordial spirit power at the Great Luo Realm was compressed to a range of a hundred feet here, beyond which it became a blur.

Huang Long vaguely sensed that a "gaze" was watching them from the darkness...!

"We've arrived!" Styx Ancestor and Houtu Ancestral Witch stopped at the same time.

Ahead, a faint light appeared in the darkness.

The light was faint, a dark gray, like a dying ember. But the aura it emitted sent chills down Huanglong's spine!

Ancient, chaotic, bloody, tyrannical... and a faint sense of the cycle of life and death!

Houtu stared intently ahead, her eyes flashing with a sharp light: "This is it!"

The Styx Ancestor took a deep breath, formed a hand seal, and the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords floated in front of him, their tips aimed at that faint light.

The crimson lotus of karmic fire slowly rotated beneath his feet, and dark red karmic fire rose up, distorting the surrounding darkness.

"open!"

With a swift strike of both swords, a massive rift was cleaved open in the sea of ​​blood!

Deep within the crack, the view suddenly opened up.

That was... a huge head.

Yes, an enormous head.

A head as majestic as a mountain, incomplete, and exuding an aura of endless antiquity!

The head floated in the hollow at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, surrounded by a dark gray halo that kept the seawater out.

His head was covered with hideous wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible, and golden light flowed around the edges. These were the traces of Pangu's axe intent, which had not dissipated even after countless eons.

The most terrifying thing was that there was a huge hole between the eyebrows of the skull, as if it had been pierced through, leaving only a dark hole.

Inside the hole, a dark gray sphere of light floated.

The sphere of light slowly rotated, each rotation emitting strange fluctuations. Wherever those fluctuations reached, space appeared as if double images were created, time became disordered, and it seemed as if countless phantoms of worlds were being born and dying.

Huanglong only glanced at it, but felt his soul tremble and his true spirit tremble with fear.

"This is..." Huanglong looked at Houtu and Blood River Ancestor and asked softly.

Houtu looked at the enormous head, a flash of understanding appearing in her eyes, her voice trembling slightly:

"Chaos Demon God... Reincarnation!"

The Styx Ancestor's expression also turned solemn: "Indeed, a Chaos Demon God!"

"But for some reason, the head of this Reincarnation Demon God has survived countless eons in this sea of ​​blood without being absorbed by it to perfect the primordial world. Instead, it has remained until now."

Huang Long's heart pounded wildly.

Chaos Demon God!

That is an existence on the same level as Pangu, born with a complete Great Dao, whose strength is comparable to or even surpasses that of a saint!

Although all that remains is a mutilated head, even a sliver of its will is not something they can easily deal with.

Sure enough, the moment the three appeared, the sphere of light inside the head trembled violently!

"boom--!!!"

A dark gray light shot into the sky, illuminating the pitch-black sea of ​​blood that stretched for millions of miles.

Within the light, a weak, crazed, and resentful voice exploded directly within the souls of the three:

"Pangu...bloodline...and...ants..."

The sound was intermittent, yet it contained an incredibly terrifying atmosphere; every word made Huanglong's soul tremble.

A dark gray eye slowly emerged from the hollow between the eyebrows of the skull!

The eyes had no pupils, only endless vortexes spinning, and deep within the vortexes were scenes of the birth and death of billions of living beings!

That is the scene of reincarnation, the manifestation of the alternation of birth and death, and the cycle of birth and death.

As his eyes swept over the three people, Huang Long felt as if his soul was being pulled out of his body and thrown into that endless vortex of reincarnation!

Finally, the gaze settled on Houtu, the Ancestral Witch.

"Descendant of Pan...Gu, I have finally waited for you," the terrifying voice gradually became clearer.

"Not good!" the Styx Ancestor roared. "He still has a sliver of his will remaining. Our arrival has triggered him, causing him to awaken!"

Houtu, however, stepped forward, her eyes flashing with a resolute light:

"No, it hasn't fully awakened. It's just a remnant of its will struggling in its death throes!"

"It is too weak now, so weak that it is difficult to even maintain this sliver of consciousness."

She looked at the dark gray sphere of light, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"That is... the origin of reincarnation!"