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Xuandu raised his eyes and looked at the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of the West stood before the main seat, surrounded by celestial light, her cool and aloof face now serene.

But beneath that calm lay a sense of relief and ease.

She raised her hand and took the chaotic rune that Xuandu handed her.

The rune entered her palm, trembled slightly, and then transformed into a stream of chaotic light, disappearing into the purple mansion between her eyebrows.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Xuandu."

The Queen Mother of the West spoke slowly, her voice clear and cold, yet carrying a hint of sincerity:

"Fellow Daoist, this promise is etched in the heart of the Queen Mother of the West."

Xuan Du bowed slightly:

"You're too kind, fellow Daoist."

"It's simply a matter of each getting what they need."

He paused, then looked up at the Queen Mother of the West:

"Now that we have the Plain Cloud Banner, Xuandu will not bother you any longer."

"In the next great calamity, if necessary, fellow Daoist, you may crush the runes."

"Xuan Du, we will surely arrive."

The Queen Mother of the West nodded:

"Fellow Daoist, please take care."

Xuan Du smiled slightly, turned around, and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green robes vanished from the Queen Mother of the West's palace in an instant.

Only the Queen Mother of the West remained in the hall, gazing at the gradually closing void and the empty palace gates.

a long time.

She spoke slowly, her voice barely audible:

"Xuan Du..."

"This person is extraordinary."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

The Palace of the Queen Mother of the West has returned to its deathly silence.

Only the lingering chaotic aura in the hall proved that someone had been there.

......

East China Sea.

The Netherworld Blood Sea.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his green robes fluttering slightly, his gaze lowered as he looked at the crimson figure standing deep within the sea of ​​blood.

The River Styx.

The progenitor of slaughter, the lord of the blood sea, with the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords by his side, and the Blood God Child's magic protecting his body, the Yuan Hui, numbering in the billions, roams the primordial world. Even if a saint were to come, he would be helpless against him.

But at this moment, this ancestor of slaughter bowed slightly, his expression respectful.

"Vice Leader."

Styx spoke, his voice low and deep, yet carrying a deep sense of awe.

Xuan Du nodded slightly and took a step forward.

The void rippled silently as the figure in green robes landed deep within the sea of ​​blood, standing before the Styx River.

He gazed at the River Styx, at those eyes filled with murderous intent yet radiating composure, and slowly spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Styx, I have come here for the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag."

As the five words fell, the sea of ​​blood suddenly fell silent.

The surging waves of blood seemed to freeze for a moment.

Styx was taken aback.

He gazed at Xuan Du, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well, at that young face that exuded boundless composure.

Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag?

One of the Five Primordial Banners, a supreme treasure of the North, and a top-grade primordial spiritual treasure.

His most prized possession, worth hundreds of millions, is his protective charm.

Is the deputy instructor the one who owns this flag?

Styx's mind raced with thoughts, but in an instant, he felt relieved.

He didn't say anything.

He simply raised his hand slowly.

A dark light quietly appeared in his palm.

The light was initially very faint, but in just one breath, it became as intense as an abyss!

Amidst the radiance, a precious banner slowly materialized.

The flag is jet black, with water patterns flowing across its surface. The essence of the Ren-Kui water from the north lingers within it, as heavy as an abyss and as deep as the sea.

Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag.

A treasure of the North.

A top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

Styx gazed calmly at the flag in his hand.

For him, having one more flag wouldn't make a difference, and not having one more flag wouldn't make a difference either.

He possesses the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, supreme treasures for killing, born with him and connected to his mind and spirit. Even a saint could fight him face to face.

He possesses the Blood God Child Technique, with 480 million Blood God Child incarnations. Even a saint could not kill him.

He is further blessed by the fortune of the Jie Sect and protected by the Vice Sect Leader, so even if a great calamity were to occur, there would be no need to worry.

The Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag is merely icing on the cake.

The assistant instructor mainly needs to provide it.

Styx's palm trembled.

The Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag transformed into a stream of dark light and fell into Xuan Du's hands.

Xuandu clenched his five fingers.

The dark black banner lay quietly in his palm, with water ripples flowing endlessly, and the essence of the northern Ren-Kui water swirling within it.

Heavy and substantial.

Profound.

It complements the four precious flags in apricot yellow, crimson, blue lotus, and pure white.

Xuan Du lowered his eyes, gazing at the fifth treasure flag in his palm, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a sense of relief and ease.

The Five Banners of Heaven.

We've collected them all.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the River Styx.

Styx stood amidst the sea of ​​blood, his body shrouded in murderous aura. On his cold and stern face, there was not a trace of reluctance, only a calm expression.

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

The Styx River's reaction was exactly what he had expected.

This ancestor of slaughter was originally indifferent to worldly affairs, seeking only a corner of the sea of ​​blood, where he could live freely and unrestrained.

With Yuan Tu Abi in hand, Blood God Child protecting him, and the fortune of the Jie Sect bestowed upon him, why should he care about a Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag?

However, Xuan Du never mistreats his own people.

Once Styx joined the Jie Sect, he became one of Xuandu's men.

Since he's one of our own, we can't let him suffer a loss.

"Fellow Daoist Styx".

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"I'll accept the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag."

"As compensation, I will arrange an opportunity for you."

Upon hearing this, Styx's eyes flickered slightly:

"Opportunity?"

Xuan Du nodded slightly:

"The position of the Earthly Saint".

As the five words fell, the sea of ​​blood suddenly fell silent!

The surging waves of blood, the pervasive killing intent, and the lingering malevolent energy all froze!

Styx's pupils constricted sharply!

He stared intently at Xuan Du, at those eyes as calm as an ancient well, at that young face that exuded endless composure.

His lips parted slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

A true sage?

That was the Styx River, a realm that even a billionaire wouldn't dare to dream of!

He is a primordial deity, the lord of the Blood Sea, and the progenitor of slaughter.

Could it be a saint?

That is a supreme existence that only the true descendants of Pangu and the Heavenly Dao Saints can reach!

What merit or ability does he possess, Styx?

"Vice Leader..."

Styx spoke, his voice hoarse, trembling with disbelief:

"Is what you're saying... true?"

Xuan Du looked at him, his gaze calm as still water.

"When have I ever lied to anyone?"

As the six words fell, Styx trembled.

Yes.

The deputy leader never lies.

He has never broken his word.

He never failed to keep his promises.

If he says he wants to secure the position of a true sage for himself...

That is the truth.

It definitely can.

Styx took a deep breath, suppressing the surging shock and excitement in his heart, and said in a deep voice:

"Please enlighten me, Vice Leader!"

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the sea of ​​blood, his gaze piercing through the layers of blood waves, landing on the vast and boundless primordial land.

It falls upon the mountains and rivers, upon all living beings.

"Fellow Daoist Styx".

He spoke slowly, his voice low, yet each word clear:

"Do you know why the tunnel has not yet been completed?"

Styx paused for a moment, then said:

"The Earth Book has returned to its place, and the Earthly Way is now complete."

"The Goddess Houtu has broken free from her shackles, and the sacred status of the Earthly Saint is about to be bestowed upon the world."

Xuan Du nodded:

"good."

"The Earth Book has returned to its rightful place, the Earthly Way is complete, and the nine saints are about to descend into the world."

"But this attainment does not come from nothing."

"It requires merit, good fortune, and karma."

He paused, his gaze falling on the Styx River:

"And you, Styx, were born in the Blood Sea, grew up in the Blood Sea, and now run the Blood Sea Billion Dollar Club."

"The Sea of ​​Blood is the place where the filth of the primordial world gathers. All the filth, resentment, and bloodshed of the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man are gathered here."

"Without the sea of ​​blood to contain it, these filthy resentments would spread throughout the primordial world, corrupting all living beings and wreaking havoc on heaven and earth."

"Your guarding of the Blood Sea Billion Yuan Society means that the primordial world bears the filth of the Billion Yuan Society."

"Who can compare to such merit?"

Upon hearing this, Styx shuddered.

He gazed at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes, his mind racing.

Guarding the sea of ​​blood.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

He always thought that he was just staying in the sea of ​​blood, living a carefree and peaceful life, without any conflict with the world.

But I never imagined that guarding this multi-million dollar club would be a meritorious deed.

Is it actually the foundation for enlightenment?