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The focus shifts back to the backyard of the Pangu Temple.

Several days have passed since Cihang gave birth to Linyin. The atmosphere in Pangu Palace remains joyful. Everyone's daily routine consists of lining up to tease Linyin and make her blow bubbles, and then collecting the Three Lights Divine Water in a small bottle.

That afternoon, the Pangu Temple welcomed an uninvited guest.

The master of the Netherworld Blood Sea, King Qin Guang, the first Yama King of the Underworld—the Styx Ancestor.

The Styx Ancestor has come to see his granddaughter today. His daughter, Rakshasa (Princess Iron Fan), recently gave birth to a daughter for Lin Xuan, named Lin Sa. Styx had known about this for a while, but had been putting it off until now.

The reason is simple: he's stingy.

When visiting his granddaughter, shouldn't he bring a small gift? But after searching high and low in the Blood Sea for three days and three nights, looking at all the treasures he had accumulated over countless eons, he couldn't bear to take any of them out.

Finally, having no other choice, he picked up a few pieces of ancient blood-red agarwood that had turned black from being soaked in blood on the shore of the Blood Sea, wrapped them casually in a red cloth, and carried them over.

"This blood-red agarwood is quite a rare item; it's perfect for kids to chew on." Styx reassured himself as he walked towards the Pangu Palace, "Anyway, Lin Xuan is so rich, he won't miss out on this little bit of my stuff."

As soon as Styx stepped through the moon gate in the backyard, he saw Rakshasa sitting in a rocking chair in the yard, holding Lin Sa, who was wearing a red bellyband, in her arms, basking in the sun.

Lin Sa inherited the heroic spirit of the Rakshasa woman. Although she was only a few months old, her eyes and brows already revealed a wildness of the Asura race. She was born with the Asura Wind and Fire Body, and had a very fiery temper.

"Oh, my dear granddaughter, Grandpa's here to see you!" Styx quickly put on a kind smile and strode over.

Hearing the sound, Rakshasa Girl looked up and glared at Styx. She knew her father all too well; behind that smiling face, he was definitely up to no good.

"Father, you actually came? I thought you were just living a miserable life guarding that crappy Blood Sea, and you didn't even want your granddaughter anymore," Rakshasa retorted without any politeness.

Styx coughed twice to cover his embarrassment: "What are you saying? The Underworld has been busy lately. Look, I came over as soon as I had a spare moment. Come, see the gift Grandpa brought you."

As Styx spoke, he placed the red cloth bundle in his hand on the stone table beside him and carefully untied it.

Inside, several pieces of black, dry, rotten wood with a faint smell of blood were visible.

Rakshasa Girl glanced at it, her face instantly darkening: "Father, are you alright? You came all this way just to fool your own granddaughter with these few pieces of broken wood? Aren't these things everywhere around our Blood Sea?"

"What do you know! This is the heartwood of a ten-thousand-year-old blood-red wood! It's perfect for grinding your teeth!" Styx argued stubbornly.

Just then, Lin Sa, who was sleeping soundly in the arms of the Rakshasa woman, was awakened by the smell of blood.

Lin Sa opened her eyes and saw the few ugly pieces of black wood on the table. She pouted, clearly disgusted. She was Lin Xuan's daughter, and in the Pangu Palace, the toys she used were top-grade spirit stones and innate spiritual treasures. She had never seen such trash before.

Lin Sa felt that the red-bearded old man was insulting her.

When her temper flared up, Lin Sa grabbed at the air with her chubby little hand.

A miniature banana leaf fan, no bigger than the palm of her hand, red on one side and black on the other, appeared instantly in her hand. This was her most treasured possession—the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan.

"call--!"

Without even hesitating, Lin Sa slapped the fan directly at Styx's face.

This fan is extraordinary. Although Lin Sa is still young, the wind it produces is pure Netherworld wind mixed with Asura's karmic fire.

Styx was completely unprepared for a baby only a few months old to suddenly attack, and the two were too close together.

"Sizzle!"

The black and red flames splattered directly onto Styx's face.

Styx felt a heat on his chin, followed by a pungent, burnt smell.

His prized, blood-red beard, which he had grown for tens of thousands of years and meticulously groomed daily with his own blood, couldn't withstand even a second of the Asura's karmic fire, instantly turning to ashes. Even his eyebrows were half-blown away by the eerie wind.

"Ah! My beard!" Styx cried out in pain, clutching his bald chin with both hands and backing away.

As he stepped back, he wasn't paying attention and stepped directly on something soft.

"Awoo?"

A puzzled cry came from the ground.

Styx looked down and saw a chubby creature with small dragon horns and a small tail sitting on the ground, holding a black ironwood chair leg in its hand, looking at him with a displeased expression.

This is Lin Long, the son of Lin Xuan and Ao Ling.

Lin Long was gnawing on a chair leg and grinding his teeth in the corner of the yard when Styx stepped on his tail, and he was in a bad mood.

Lin Long raised his head, his gaze passing over Styx's legs and landing directly on the sword hanging at Styx's waist.

That was the Styx's companion treasure, the supreme innate spiritual treasure that could kill without incurring any karmic consequences—the Avici Sword.

Lin Long's Ancestral Dragon Body comes with its own Devouring Law. He felt that the aura emanating from this sword was much more fragrant than the wooden leg in his hand, and it looked crisp and crunchy.

Lin Long dropped the chair leg and, using both hands and feet, climbed to the foot of the River Styx at an extremely fast speed.

Styx was preoccupied with the pain of his beard and didn't even notice the chubby boy at his feet.

Lin Long opened his small mouth, which could devour everything, revealing two rows of white, fine teeth, and bit down on the blade of the Abyssal Sword without any hesitation.

"Snap!"

A crisp, ear-piercing metallic snap echoed in the quiet backyard.

The Styx's screams abruptly ceased. He stiffly lowered his head.

His indestructible sword, which could cut through iron like mud, had a perfectly flat, semi-circular notch in the middle of its blade! A large chunk of it had been bitten off!

The chubby boy with dragon horns was sitting on the ground, holding the piece of sword blade he had bitten off in his hands and stuffing it into his mouth like a cookie.

"Crunch... Crunch..."

Lin Long chewed with relish, even squinting his eyes in satisfaction.

Old Ancestor Styx's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He looked at his broken Avici Sword, then at Lin Long chewing on iron pieces, and felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"My sword!!!"

Styx let out a scream ten times more agonizing than the one from which his beard had been burned. The sound soared into the sky and nearly ripped the roof off the Pangu Palace.