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Xuandu raised his eyes and looked at Houtu Niangniang.

A very faint movement appeared in his eyes.

"Your Majesty."

He spoke, his voice calm:

"I have come here for the Styx River."

The River Styx.

As the two words fell, a sudden stillness descended before the Wheel of Reincarnation Seal.

The six rays of light seemed to freeze for a moment.

Houtu's eyes flickered slightly:

"The Styx River? The Lord of the Blood Sea?"

Xuan Du nodded:

"Exactly."

Houtu gazed at him, her mind racing.

Styx, the ancestor of slaughter and the lord of the blood sea, is accompanied by the two swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, and protected by the Blood God's Child Law. He roams the prehistoric world with billions of Yuan Hui.

This person joined the Jie Sect during the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, and became the Xuandu Protector.

This matter is known to all throughout the ages.

Now, Xuandu has come to the underworld, for the sake of the River Styx.

Why?

Houtu quickly guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.

"You intend to seek the position of a Saint of the Earthly Path for the sake of the Styx?"

She spoke, her voice calm, but beneath that calmness lay a hint of undisguised astonishment.

Xuan Du nodded:

"Your Majesty is wise."

"This is precisely why I have come."

Houtu remained silent.

She gazed at Xuandu, at his calm yet profound eyes, at his young face that exuded boundless composure.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

The attainment of the sage's status.

Nine Venerables.

Zhen Yuanzi's offering of the Earth Book is a great act of merit, and this already accounts for one part of that merit.

The remaining eight each have their own opportunities, their own causes and effects, and their own predetermined fates.

The River Styx?

What merits has he accumulated? What are the causes and effects of his actions? What qualifications does he have?

Houtu took a deep breath, suppressing the surging thoughts in her heart, and slowly spoke:

"Fellow Taoist Xuandu."

"Although the Styx River is a primordial deity and the lord of the Blood Sea, it has billions of yuan worth of cultivation opportunities."

"But what merit did he gain from working in the underground passage?"

What is the cause and effect of his reincarnation?

"What qualifications does he have to prove himself a sage of the Dao?"

Xuan Du smiled slightly upon hearing this.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

"Your Majesty."

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

"The Styx River was born in the Blood Sea, grew up in the Blood Sea, and now controls 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."

"The Styx River guards the Blood Sea Billion Yuan Society, which is to bear the filth of the Billion Yuan Society for the prehistoric world."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Houtu:

"What does Your Majesty think of such merit?"

Houtu's pupils contracted slightly upon hearing this.

She gazed at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes, her mind racing.

Guarding the sea of ​​blood.

It carries filth.

A meeting worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

She had never thought about it.

Or rather, no one ever thought about it.

The Sea of ​​Blood has existed since the beginning of time.

That is the place where primordial filth gathers, the final destination of all filth, resentment, and killing.

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

Styx, born and raised in the Blood Sea, now controls the Blood Sea Billion-Dollar Club.

He never left, never ran away, and never shirked responsibility.

This is merit.

Great merit.

Houtu slowly spoke:

"Such merit is indeed considerable."

"Merit is merit, and enlightenment is enlightenment."

"Although Styx guards the Blood Sea Billion Dollar Club, he does not compete, does not rob, and does not get involved in disputes."

"No cause and effect, no fortune, no foundation."

"Even with the greatest merit, how can one attain enlightenment?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's smile deepened.

"Your Majesty is absolutely right."

"Therefore, I have come here for the sake of the Styx River, seeking an opportunity."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"This disciple has instructed the Styx River to establish a race within the Sea of ​​Blood."

"Based on the origin of the Blood Sea, guided by the murderous aura of the Primordial Demon Avici, and with the method of the Blood God Child as its core."

"The Creator Clan".

"This race is born in a sea of ​​blood, grows up in a sea of ​​blood, lives by killing, and calls the sea of ​​blood their home."

"Connected by blood to the River Styx, sharing the same destiny."

Houtu's gaze narrowed slightly upon hearing this.

To establish a race.

Gathering fortune and energy.

Accumulate merits.

They vied for the throne.

This plan is brilliant.

Within the sea of ​​blood, countless vengeful spirits and malevolent ghosts floated about, their filth swirling and uncertain.

Those beings, born in a sea of ​​blood, die in a sea of ​​blood, unable to reincarnate, with no hope of transcendence.

If the Styx River reshapes its physical body with the essence of the Blood Sea, and passes on its bloodline through the methods of the Blood God Child.

That race were the people of the Styx River.

That is the foundation of the Styx's fortune.

The stronger that clan is, the greater the fortune of the Styx River.

The greater one's fortune, the more merit one accumulates.

The more merit one accumulates, the faster one attains enlightenment.

Houtu took a deep breath, suppressing the surging thoughts in her heart, and slowly spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu has indeed thought things through thoroughly."

"Establish a race, gather fortune, and accumulate merit."

"If Styx can truly achieve that, he would be qualified to contend for the holy position."

She paused, then changed the subject:

"There is one thing you should know, fellow Daoist."

Xuan Du's eyes flickered slightly:

"Please enlighten me, Your Majesty."

Houtu gazed at him, her eyes deep and unfathomable:

"Although the status of a Saint of the Earthly Way is derived from the origin of the Earthly Way, the time for him to be born into the world must be decided by me personally."

"Who is qualified, who is not qualified, who deserves it, and who does not deserve it."

"It all depends on my single thought."

She paused, her voice turning somber:

"Although the Styx River has merit and fortune, there is no cause and effect between it and me."

"It has no connection with the underground tunnels."

"It has no connection with reincarnation."

"Why should I give this position to him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deathly silence fell before the Reincarnation Seal.

The six flowing rays of light seemed to freeze for a moment.

Xuandu gazed at Houtu, at her beautiful yet dignified face, and at her deep yet calm eyes.

There was no immediate response.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back before the Samsara Seal, his gaze as calm as still water.

a long time.

He smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

"Your Majesty."

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

"There is indeed no cause and effect between the River Styx and the Goddess."

"But there is a karmic connection between this disciple and Your Highness."

Houtu's pupils constricted slightly.

Xuandu continued:

"The earthly path is complete, you are freed from your predicament, Zhen Yuanzi presents the book, and Hongyun enters the cycle of reincarnation."

"All of this was done by your disciple."

"If there were no disciples, the underground passage would still be incomplete, and Houtu would still be trapped."

"If there were no disciples, the Earth Book would still be in Zhen Yuanzi's hands, separated from the Earth Path."

"Without disciples, Hongyun's true spirit would still be sleeping beneath the ginseng fruit tree, never to be reincarnated."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Houtu:

"Your Majesty, am I correct?"

Houtu remained silent.

She gazed at Xuandu, at his calm yet profound eyes, at his young face that exuded boundless composure.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

Correct.

Both are correct.

The completion of the underground passage was his doing.

Houtu was freed from her predicament thanks to his help.

Returning the Earth Book to its rightful place was part of his plan.

He facilitated Hongyun's entry into reincarnation.

All of this is because of this young man in blue robes standing before us.

Without him, the tunnel would still be incomplete.

Without him, she would still be trapped in the underworld, unable to take even a single step out.

If it weren't for him, Hongyun's true spirit would still be asleep, never to return.

This cause and effect is immense.

It is so great that even her ancestral land has to be repaid.

It's so big, it has to be reported.