My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

The Netherworld Blood Sea is a primordial, extremely yin and filthy place.

The blood was crimson and viscous, and endless souls wailed and floated.

Meng Chuan lowered his eyes, his gaze piercing through the blood and landing on the towering blood lotus deep within.

The figure on the lotus—Minghe—suddenly opened his eyes the moment his gaze fell upon him, a hint of fear flashing in his scarlet eyes.

He recognized the aura.

Sixteen thousand years ago, after a lecture at Zixiao Palace had just ended, this person, whose primordial spirit was in the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm and whose physical body was in the early stage of the Great Luo realm, dared to rush into his own home ground, the Blood Sea, wielding a remnant spear that slayed gods, and fought to a draw with himself, who was in the late stage of the Great Luo realm.

In just nine years, his opponent returned to the Blood Sea, his physical body and primordial spirit both reaching the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, and he suppressed him, but he did not yield!

Fourteen thousand years ago, this person's physical body and primordial spirit both entered the late stage of the Great Luo realm, and he went to the Blood Sea again to demand the tip of the God-Slaying Spear.

At that time, he was still stuck in the late stage of the Great Luo realm, but he dared not make a move and obediently handed over the tip of the God-Slaying Spear!

In the same year, his opponent fought to a draw against Taiyi, a demon of the same realm, and he was glad that he hadn't made a move.

The demon Taiyi, wielding the Chaos Bell, is far from a match even for those of the same cultivation level, in his Blood Sea home turf!

The Chaos Bell is a supreme treasure from the creation of the world; it's far beyond what's expected!

Ten thousand years ago, he went to the Chaos Palace of Zixiao Palace. He was at the peak of the Great Luo realm and wielded the God-Slaying Spear. In a fit of rage for a woman, he severely injured Taiyi, who was holding the Chaos Bell.

He witnessed that battle firsthand, and the chill was bone-deep!

Seven thousand years ago, after the second lecture at Zixiao Palace, he had already severed his corpse and entered the early stage of Quasi-Sainthood. He thought he had caught up with this person...

But not long ago, in front of the gourd vine, this person emerged from seclusion, blasting Taiyi away with a single punch and forcing Yuanshi back with a single palm strike...

That pure, tyrannical, terrifying power, seemingly capable of tearing apart the primordial world, robbed him of even the courage to utter a sound and fight for the gourd.

"Fellow Daoist Meng... Meng Chuan."

Styx's form transformed into a blood-red light that shot into the sky, landing a hundred feet in front of Meng Chuan before solidifying again.

He forced a stiff smile, and Yuan Tu Abi trembled slightly beside him—not out of fighting spirit, but out of instinctive vigilance.

"Your presence is an honor to welcome you; I have failed to greet you properly."

His voice was hoarse, carrying the dampness of a blood-red sea, and a hint of barely concealed apprehension, "May I ask, fellow Daoist, what brings you here?"

Meng Chuan looked at him and got straight to the point, "I'm borrowing this land to build a Reincarnation Palace!"

Styx's smile froze. "Borrowing land? Reincarnation?"

"Houtu will evolve through reincarnation to complete the underground passages."

Meng Chuan's voice was calm, "The land of reincarnation must be adjacent to the sea of ​​blood to guide the souls of the dead. I need a distance of 100,000 miles from the edge of the sea of ​​blood."

Styx's heart trembled violently!

After Meng Chuan explained, his throat went dry: "Fellow Daoist, this matter is too astonishing! To evolve reincarnation and complete the Dao of Earth is an act against the heavens, and it will surely attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao. That Dao Ancestor..."

"If the Dao Ancestor discovers this, we will both be in danger!"

Meng Chuan interrupted, his gaze deep, "Therefore, this matter must be carried out in secrecy. We must lay the foundation before the three lectures at Zixiao Palace. By the time Hongjun merges with the Dao, the foundation will be established, and he will find it difficult to interfere."

Styx gasped.

How could they secretly set up an underground tunnel right under the nose of the Dao Ancestor?

Is it really that crazy?

But looking into Meng Chuan's calm eyes, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart again—this man never speaks empty words!

Back then, if you said you'd do it, you did it!

"Fellow Daoist," Styx said, suppressing his shock, "with the establishment of reincarnation and the guidance of departed souls, the number of vengeful spirits in the sea of ​​blood will surely decrease. My divine power, 'As long as the sea of ​​blood does not dry up, Styx will not die,' is based on the endless filthy blood of vengeful spirits..."

"The sea of ​​blood will never dry up."

Knowing Styx's concerns, Meng Chuan said calmly, "Reincarnation only guides souls that still possess true spirit and are capable of entering reincarnation. Those fierce and malevolent souls burdened by karma and whose true spirits have been defiled will still drift here and become nourishment for the sea of ​​blood."

"Even after the cycle of reincarnation begins, the world will be in order, life will multiply more, and the total number of dead souls will increase—your sea of ​​blood will only become more 'fat'."

Styx's eyes flashed.

Yup!

This is diversion, not severance.

"Furthermore," Meng Chuan continued, offering a condition that made Styx's heart race, "with the establishment of Reincarnation and the completion of the Underworld, I can grant you a future seat as a Saint of the Underworld. At that time, you will be able to wield a portion of the power of Reincarnation, and even more..."

He paused.

"Furthermore, a 'Path of Asura' can be established within the Sea of ​​Blood to guide those fierce souls who were warlike and bloodthirsty in their previous lives and unwilling to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Through the essence of the Sea of ​​Blood, they can be transformed into a race of followers—the Asuras!"

"The Asura race, born with a battle physique and a bloodthirsty nature, are under your control and fight for you. This race can be your ally and provide you with a continuous source of killing power to help you comprehend the Great Dao of Slaughter."

Styx's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Asura...a clan of relatives...the source of slaughter...a Saint of the Earthly Path...

Every word struck at the deepest desire in his heart!

"But," Meng Chuan's voice turned cold, "this matter must be kept absolutely secret. It must not be revealed to a fifteenth person other than myself, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and you. Hongjun is about to attain Dao; if he discovers it beforehand, we will both be reduced to dust!"

Styx felt a chill run down his spine and suddenly became fully awake.

The greater the opportunity, the greater the risk!

"Therefore," Meng Chuan stared at him, "I want you to make a solemn oath: First, you must not reveal the matter of reincarnation; second, after the establishment of reincarnation, you must guard the Blood Sea, not disturb the operation of reincarnation, and not harm the souls of reincarnation; third, the Asura race may fight and kill, but they must not slaughter the innocent or cause chaos in the primordial world."

"otherwise……"

The shadow of a black gun flashed briefly between his brows.

The chilling killing intent seemed capable of freezing a sea of ​​blood three feet deep!

The Great Dao transcends the Dao of Heaven.

A vow made in accordance with the will of Heaven is known to Heaven, but a vow made in accordance with the Great Dao can evade the will of Heaven.

Styx's expression shifted as he rapidly weighed the options in his mind.

To agree is to be bound to the war chariots of Meng Chuan and Hou Tu, to defy fate and steal the power of the earthly path... Success means the position of a saint and the life of one's clan; failure means death and the loss of one's life and the change of the blood sea!

I won't agree... Given Meng Chuan's current power, he probably won't let me live in peace.

More importantly—he was genuinely tempted!

"good!"

Styx gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his finger to the sky.

"By the Great Dao above, the Blood Sea Styx swears: as long as Fellow Daoist Meng Chuan sincerely helps me obtain the position of Earthly Dao Saint and create the Asura race, I, Styx, will surely abide by these three covenants—"

"First, never reveal the matter of reincarnation; second, after reincarnation is achieved, remain in the Blood Sea, do not disturb reincarnation, and do not harm the souls of those in reincarnation; third, the Asura race will not slaughter the innocent or cause chaos in the primordial world."

"If I break this oath, may my body perish and my spirit vanish forever!"

Boom—!!

Above the sea of ​​blood, thunder seemed to respond, the Great Dao resonated, and the oath was fulfilled.

Styx lowered his hand, looked at Meng Chuan, and a much more sincere smile appeared on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, is this acceptable?"

"Can."

Meng Chuan flipped his hand, flicking a jade slip toward the Styx River.

"This is the plan for the land of reincarnation, and the array for guiding and diverting the flow of blood to the sea. You must set up this array at the edge of the sea of ​​blood within a thousand years to receive the souls of the dead and differentiate between good and evil."

"The formation must be set up discreetly to avoid attracting outside attention. Once Houtu emerges from seclusion, she will naturally come to evolve the rudiments of reincarnation."

Styx solemnly accepted it, and a sweep of his divine sense over it sent a jolt through his heart!

The formation diagram is profound and mysterious, clearly not something that could have been created hastily.

Meng Chuan... has been planning this cliff for a long time!

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, it will be completed in a thousand years, without any flaws!"

Styx carefully put away the jade slip, transformed into a blood-red light, and disappeared into the depths of the Blood Sea to begin making arrangements.

Meng Chuan stood on the shore, gazing at the churning sea of ​​blood, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

This move has been made.

What followed was a thousand years of silence, the setting up of the formation and the laying of the foundation, waiting for Houtu to emerge from the pass and evolve the prototype of reincarnation.

Before Hongjun merges with the Dao, one must lay the foundation and set the framework, but without attracting the attention of the Heavenly Dao.

It felt like walking on thin ice, but we had no choice but to proceed.

He turned around, took a step, and disappeared into the blood-red shore.