Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

Amidst the fierce battle and the sea of ​​blood, one figure remained unmoved.

Ancestor of the Styx River.

He stood quietly at the edge of the sea of ​​blood, his blood-red light contained, his aura suppressed to the lowest level, like a shadow that blended into the battlefield.

The warriors of the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Asura Clan were all engaged in bloody battles, but he only gazed at the five battles between saints deep within the chaos, his eyes slowly swirling with bloodlust.

He remembered Pan Xuan's words.

By slaying a god, one can prove the Dao through killing and break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Those five holy wars were all earth-shattering.

The Primordial Beginning confronted God, and the Primordial Azure Qi collided violently with the Holy Light, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Tongtian and Zeus clashed fiercely, their swords flashing and thunder roaring, forcing Zeus to dodge in disarray.

Di Jun and Odin were locked in a fierce battle, their star power clashing with the Spear of Destiny, and the outcome remained uncertain.

Taiyi and Brahma were locked in a stalemate, the tolling of the Chaos Bell reverberating through the vortex of reincarnation.

But the Styx Ancestor's gaze remained fixed on that one match.

Pan Xuan and Lao Tzu fought together against Hong Jun.

That's his real goal.

Zeus, God, Odin, and Brahma are merely four rulers of the chaotic gods.

But Hongjun is the root of all this.

He was banished from the primordial world, he united with the four rulers, he created demons to invade the primordial world, and he laid down layers of defenses and traps.

Killing any one of the four rulers would certainly allow one to attain sainthood.

But if we were to cut off Hongjun's head, that would be the true way to prove the Dao through killing, and that would be the way to eliminate the culprit behind this great war.

The Styx Ancestor's gaze, like that of a venomous snake, was fixed on Hongjun.

However, he did not rush to make a move.

He used killing to prove his Dao, but he didn't kill ordinary living beings; he killed a holy deity.

If you act rashly without being absolutely certain of success, you will not only fail to kill the god, but you will also get yourself killed.

Moreover, Hongjun wields the Jade Tablet of Creation, which can transform all laws and dissipate all forces.

Pan Xuan's divine power and Lao Tzu's Dao power were mostly neutralized by the jade disc.

If he were to make a move now, even if he could force Hongjun into a panic, he might not be able to kill him in one strike, and would instead alert the enemy.

So he was waiting. He was also accumulating.

The Styx Ancestor was born in the Sea of ​​Blood and grew up in the Sea of ​​Blood.

That boundless sea of ​​blood was his root, his source, and the wellspring of his power.

The power of the Blood Sea can devour all things and transform all blood into its own.

And on that battlefield, what is most abundant at this moment is blood.

The blood of the Primordial Legion: the blood of the Witch Clan, the Blood of the Demon Clan, the Blood of the Asura, the Blood of the Dragon, the Blood of the Phoenix, and the Blood of the Qilin.

The blood of Greek gods, the blood of angels, the blood of heroes, the blood of Brahma and other divine beings from an alien legion of gods…

The blood of countless lives is flowing, splashing, and splattering freely on this chaotic battlefield.

All of this, for the Styx Ancestor, was nourishment for the Killing Sword.

He stood at the edge of the sea of ​​blood and slowly closed his eyes.

An endless aura of slaughter, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, converged upon him from the battlefield.

A stench of blood lingered, and an invisible killing intent emanated from them.

He absorbed all the resentment and unwillingness he felt before his death, which condensed into the blood-red longsword in his hand.

The sword, forged from the essence of the Blood Sea, was now emitting a series of increasingly deep hums.

Blood flowed across the sword's blade, like an insatiable beast greedily devouring every trace of blood and killing intent on the battlefield.

A young warrior of the sorcerer tribe was pierced through the chest by an arrow from Apollo, and the scalding blood of the sorcerer tribe splattered in the chaos.

A wisp of blood energy traversed countless voids and quietly merged into the sword of the Styx Ancestor. A subtle pattern seemed to appear on the sword's surface.

An angel was torn apart by an Asura warrior, and his holy blood was spilled in the chaos.

A wisp of holy blood also traversed the void and merged into the sword. The blood-red light on the sword seemed to intensify even further.

A heroic warrior was burned to ashes by the phoenix flames, and the lingering resentment and killing intent of his death lingered in the chaos.

The killing intent was also quietly absorbed by the Styx Ancestor and condensed into the sword.

The gods of Olympus, the angels of the Holy Light Kingdom, the heroic spirits of Asgard, the celestial beings of Brahma, and the sons of the witches, demons, Asuras, dragons, phoenixes, and qilins...

Countless lives fought and bled on this chaotic battlefield, experiencing life and death.

Their blood, their killing intent, their resentment, their unwillingness—all of it became nourishment for the killing sword in the hand of the Styx Ancestor.

The Styx Ancestor stood above the sea of ​​blood, his aura slowly rising at a speed imperceptible to others.

The blood-red longsword was gradually becoming more solemn, sharper, and filled with a destructive killing intent.

He suddenly remembered his countless years of spiritual practice.

Born in a sea of ​​blood, raised in a sea of ​​blood, ruling the sea of ​​blood, creating the Asura race... what he cultivated was always that one word: "kill".

However, his path of killing has never been perfected. This is because his killing has always been used only for conquest within the primordial world; no matter how many he kills, it is difficult for him to achieve the Great Dao.

It wasn't until Pan Xuan told him that if he could kill a god, he could prove his Dao and break through to the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

And the one he wanted to kill was Hongjun.

He slowly opened his eyes, gazing at Hongjun, who was fiercely battling Pan Xuan and Laozi at the summit of the Chaos God Realm, his eyes flashing with bloodlust.

He saw Hongjun's breathing gradually become rapid.

He saw that Hongjun's robes had been torn in several places by Laozi's Dao power.

The once supreme Lord of Heaven was already showing signs of fatigue under the siege of the two saints.

Meanwhile, the killing sword in the hands of the Styx Ancestor, nourished by the blood of countless living beings, was already fully charged for its strongest strike.

"Hongjun, you have ruled the Heavenly Dao for countless epochs and schemed against all living beings for countless years."

The Styx Ancestor murmured softly, a voice only he could hear.

"You probably never dreamed that one day, there would be a god or demon born from a sea of ​​blood."

Deep within this chaos, fueled by the blood of countless living beings, a killing sword is quietly being forged, specifically to slay you.

He slowly raised the blood-red longsword above his head.

The sword's blade surged with crimson light, as if it had gathered all the blood energy and killing intent from the chaotic battlefield.

Even before that sword strike was unleashed, its destructive killing intent caused the surrounding chaotic energy to tremble.

The Styx Ancestor did not rush to make a move.

He was waiting for Pan Xuan and Laozi to force Hongjun into a desperate situation.

When Hongjun's protective aura revealed that fatal flaw.

The brilliance of the Jade Disc of Creation dimmed for a fleeting moment.

At that time, he will quietly emerge from the shadows.

With this long-awaited, strongest sword strike, he severed Hongjun's head.

With the holy blood of the former Lord of Heaven.

He sacrificed himself to achieve sainthood!

"Fellow Daoist Panxuan, Fellow Daoist Laozi,"

The Styx Ancestor stood above the sea of ​​blood and said in a low voice, "Hold on a little longer."

"The moment Hongjun reveals a weakness, that will be the time for my Styx River, with its killing sword forged from the blood of countless living beings, to strike!"

He stood quietly, like a sharp sword hidden in its sheath, waiting for the moment to be drawn.

On the battlefield, the fighting continued, the blood continued to splatter, and the killing intent continued to gather.

They will all become the power behind his sword strike.

His gaze remained fixed on Hongjun, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the two saints at the summit of the Chaos God Realm, and never wavered for a moment.