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Xuan Du slowly raised his eyes and looked at the pale-faced Styx Ancestor.

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable chill:

"Two choices."

"Join the Jie Sect."

"Or...death."

As the word "death" was uttered, the stagnant blood waves around them surged again, the chaotic sword intent hummed and trembled, and the killing intent spread out as if it were a tangible thing!

The Styx Ancestor trembled violently!

He suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with bloodshot light, his face filled with disbelief and astonishment!

Join... the Jie Sect?

Xuan Du... actually wants to recruit me?

this......

Styx's mind was in chaos, countless thoughts churning like waves of blood.

He originally thought that Xuandu's intrusion into the Blood Sea and capture of Mosquito Daoist was either to seize treasures or to test his sword and establish his authority.

He was even prepared to fight to the death, even if it meant damaging his Dao foundation, to uphold the dignity of the Blood Sea.

But to my utter surprise...

Xuan Du went to such lengths to suppress the Blood Sea, annihilate the Blood God's Son, and force himself to kneel and beg for mercy...

The ultimate goal was simply to get him to join the Jie Sect?

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu...you..."

Styx's voice was dry, his Adam's apple bobbing, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

He stared intently into Xuan Du's calm, unwavering eyes, trying to discern a hint of mockery or scheming.

No.

Those eyes were as deep as an abyss, their chaotic light swirling, reflecting the crimson of the sea of ​​blood, as well as his current disheveled state and bewilderment.

Xuan Du... is serious.

"What's wrong?"

Xuan Du, seeing that Styx remained silent for a long time, raised an eyebrow and his voice turned cold:

"You don't want to?"

Before the words were finished, the chaotic sword intent suspended deep in the sea of ​​blood hummed again, and the blood god child it locked onto trembled slightly, as if it would be completely annihilated in the next moment!

Styx's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly spoke:

"Yes! I...I do!"

His voice was hurried, trembling with lingering fear.

How could he dare not refuse?

Faced with life and death, the dignity of the Lord of the Blood Sea and the ambition to ascend to sainthood become a joke.

not to mention......

Styx's thoughts raced.

Xuandu is now a Primordial Grand Luo, with boundless fortune, even the sages are wary of him.

With the Tongtian Sect Leader in charge, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation unbreakable by any four sages, the Jie Sect was already the number one sect in the prehistoric world.

Now, with the addition of Xuandu, a newly promoted Grand Luo Immortal, the fortunes are soaring, reaching their zenith.

Joining the Jie Sect might seem like a step down from the crowd, but in reality... it could be a viable path forward.

Although the Blood Sea is his own training ground, it is ultimately a filthy place, disliked by Heaven and despised by all the saints.

Despite his arduous practice and the prospect of attaining sainthood, the path to sainthood remains a distant dream.

The great calamity is approaching, and Blood Sea is caught in a vortex. The slightest carelessness will result in death and annihilation.

If we can take advantage of the power of the Jie Sect, perhaps... we can really fight for a glimmer of hope!

As for why Xuandu frequently recruited the Black Tortoise of the North Sea, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and even himself...

Styx's thoughts shifted, and a bizarre yet reasonable guess suddenly arose in his mind:

This Xuandu... could he have some kind of peculiar fetish?

Do they particularly enjoy subduing these ancient monsters that are famous throughout the primordial world?

The Black Tortoise of the North Sea is the best at defending against the primordial chaos; it once withstood a blow from a sage without dying.

Kunpeng, an ancient demon master, possessed unparalleled speed in the primordial world, ruled the Northern Sea, and was unruly and arrogant.

Fuxi, Nuwa's elder brother, was skilled in divination and was once the Xihuang of the demon race, holding a revered position.

And himself... Lord of the Blood Sea, wielding the Primordial Demon Abi, protected by the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, with the Blood God Child indestructible, his fearsome reputation shaking the primordial world.

These people were all top-tier supernatural beings in the primordial world, each with their own reliance and arrogance.

But now... they have all been subdued by Xuandu and brought under the command of the Jie Sect.

This is hardly a recruitment of disciples.

This is clearly... collecting artifacts!

Could it be...?

Thinking of this, Styx Chrysanthemum couldn't help but tense up.

"Vice Master of Xuandu..."

Styx suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, took a deep breath, and his voice still carried a hint of resentment, but he had already resigned himself to his fate:

"I, Styx... am willing to join the Jie Sect."

"From this day forward, the Blood Sea lineage will follow the lead of the Jie Sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly stood up and bowed to Xuan Du.

The radiance of the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus subsided, the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords hummed as they returned to their sheaths, and the churning waves of the Blood Sea gradually calmed down.

Billions of malevolent spirits groveled, their malevolent aura concealed.

At this moment, the entire sea of ​​blood bowed its head to Xuandu.

Xuan Du nodded slightly, his gaze calm.

With a slight thought, the chaotic sword intent suspended deep within the sea of ​​blood quietly dissipated.

The stagnant space resumed its flow, and the blood waves surged again, but there was no longer any killing intent.

"good."

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice still calm:

"Having joined the Jie Sect, one becomes a protector of the Jie Sect."

"Ranked below the Vice Leader, alongside the North Sea Black Tortoise, Kunpeng, and Fuxi."

He paused, then flicked his sleeve, and a chaotic-colored martial arts mark emerged from his palm, slowly drifting towards the River Styx:

"This is my martial arts mark. Holding it allows me to sense the fortune of the Jie Sect and also to borrow a trace of my Primordial Daoist essence for protection."

"Go back to Jin'ao Island and formally join the sect after meeting your master."

Styx received the mark with both hands, only to feel a sudden weight in his palms.

The mark was no bigger than a fingernail, yet it was as heavy as a star, containing a vast martial will as deep as the sea, and an unfathomable primordial Dao charm.

What alarmed him even more was that... within the mark, there was a faint trace of the Blood Sea Origin!

That was a trace of origin that Xuandu had quietly extracted and refined when he used the Chaos Sword Intent to kill the Blood God Child!

Xuan Du... can he so easily control the origin of the Blood Sea?

Styx was shaken once more, and his awe of Xuandu deepened.

He said no more and placed the mark between his eyebrows.

The aura around Styx, which had been weakened by fear, slowly stabilized at this moment, and even showed signs of recovery.

"This...this is the destiny of the Jie Sect?"

A faint blood-red light shone in Styx's eyes, and the last trace of resentment in his heart quietly dissipated.

Joining the Jie Sect... perhaps this is the most correct choice I've made in billions of years.

Seeing that the Styx River's aura was stable, Xuandu said no more.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the surging, crimson sea of ​​blood, finally settling on the Styx Palace shrouded in malevolent energy deep within it.

"The Blood Sea is your training ground; there's no need to abandon it."

Xuan Du's voice was calm:

"After joining the Jie Sect, you can continue your cultivation here and guard the Blood Sea."

Upon hearing this, Styx quickly bowed:

"The Styx remembers this."

His voice was still hoarse, but it had lost all its arrogance, leaving only respect.

Xuan Du nodded slightly and said no more.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Mosquito Taoist appeared suspended in front of the Styx River.

"Take this mosquito back to Jin'ao Island and have it join the Jie Sect, where my master will deal with it."

"Yes."

Styx dared not be negligent and bowed to Xuandu again.

Immediately, blood-red light flowed around him, and the twelfth-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus flashed, enveloping him and Mosquito Daoist, transforming into a blood-red rainbow that tore through the evil energy above the sea of ​​blood and sped toward the East Sea.

The surging waves of blood cleared a path for the rainbow.

Hundreds of millions of malevolent spirits prostrated themselves and murmured, as if bidding them farewell.

The River Styx departed, and the Sea of ​​Blood returned to its deathly silence.

Xuan Du stood alone above the blood-red waves, his green robes fluttering slightly, the primordial Daoist aura flowing naturally, quietly isolating him from the filthy and malevolent energy that rushed towards him.

He slowly turned around, his gaze deep, looking into the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

Although it only took a short while to subdue the Mosquito Taoist and suppress the Styx River, it has already taken up some time.

That powerful pull of opportunity, which had been constant since he stepped into the sea of ​​blood, was now becoming clearer and more urgent.

It was as if something, in that deepest, darkest place, had waited for endless years, and finally awaited his arrival.

"It's time."

Xuan Du muttered to himself and took a step forward.

The blood-red waves beneath their feet parted silently, revealing a passage leading directly to the seabed.

On both sides of the passage, blood formed walls, within which countless vengeful spirits and phantoms bared their fangs and claws, yet were kept at bay by an invisible force, unable to get any closer.