Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"Your Majesty." Haotian cupped his hands, looking at the woman in red in front of him. Although she was at the Quasi-Saint realm, she possessed a unique Saintly aura that could crush any Quasi-Saint Great Divine Power.

He thought Nuwa had left after attaining enlightenment, but he didn't expect that she had left behind three corpses to look after the human race. Judging from the red embroidered ball in their hands, these should be the evil corpses that Nuwa had slain.

Haotian clenched his fist, his Heavenly Heart Finger was itching to be used, and he wondered whether he was stronger or weaker than the Saint's Three Corpse Incarnations.

There are no saints who have attained enlightenment through the unification of the three corpses; the realm of their three corpse incarnations will not be the same as that of their original self.

However, as one attains enlightenment, the cultivation of the Three Corpses Incarnation will surpass the Quasi-Saint realm, but be weaker than a Saint. This is also the incarnation that Saints often use to travel through the primordial world.

"Junior brother," Nuwa said gently, "I have only just left the Nuwa Palace, and I have already sent you here. I am truly sorry for the intrusion."

Haotian raised an eyebrow. This senior sister was hidden in the void, unknown even to him, yet she suddenly sent a message to his evil corpse, Emperor Shitian, requesting his true form to come.

"I wish to borrow the Qiankun Cauldron for a while," Nuwa said softly. "This object can restore the acquired to the innate, and I wish to use it to refine a spiritual treasure."

Haotian was silent for a moment, then looked up and asked, "Senior Sister, are you refining treasures for the demon race?"

Nuwa herself did not lack spiritual treasures; what she lacked were innate supreme treasures!

"Indeed." Nuwa wasn't surprised he could guess. "As the Empress Nuwa, I should do something for the demon race!"

Haotian sighed inwardly, "You really value this status!"

But what exactly should we refine?

For the sake of the demon race, a glint flashed in his eyes. Could it be that thing?

Even without the gourd, Nuwa still had to forge the Demon-Summoning Banner.

"How about I consider this a karmic debt I owe my junior brother?" Nuwa said through gritted teeth, looking at Haotian who remained silent.

Haotian gave Nuwa a deep look. If she were to refine this treasure, she would surely hand it over to Dijun. In that case, he would also have a chance to seize it!

If it truly is a demon-summoning banner, capable of controlling all demons...

Haotian couldn't help but smile. "Why do I feel like even the Heavenly Dao is helping me? Isn't this getting a free karma?"

It's truly a case of when fortune smiles upon us and heaven and earth lend their support; it's so embarrassing!

The auspicious clouds of Haotian unfolded, and the three-legged, two-eared Qiankun Cauldron descended, flying before Nuwa: "It's a deal!"

Nuwa's evil corpse incarnation gave him a strange look. "It's just a karmic debt. I owed him a karmic debt before, and I've never seen him so happy!"

"In that case, I shall take my leave." The woman in red transformed into a streak of light and flew into the sky. Haotian watched as Zhulong patiently arranged for the dragons to protect the human race, then his figure flashed and he returned to the Three Immortal Islands.

Ten thousand years passed in this way. With Nuwa, the Heavenly Saint, the demon race gained even more power and influence. Some Great Luo Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals who had been observing joined the demon court.

The Wu tribe, seemingly restrained by Houtu and Dijiang, reduced their hunting of other races and instead focused on absorbing the turbid and malevolent energy of heaven and earth.

However, for the weak Wu tribe, they still cannot avoid consuming blood food for cultivation, but it is much better than before.

At the edge of the earth lies a dark sea of ​​blood, close to the underworld, but the underworld is blocked by the sea of ​​blood. The souls of those who perished in the primordial world will come to this place without their knowledge or awareness.

However, the Netherworld Blood Sea is dangerous. Many negative energies from the primordial world gather here, causing the blood sea to surge and mix with various killing intents and malevolent energies. Endless karma, slaughter, and resentment all converge here. A single wave can corrode a cultivator's protective spiritual light and even erode innate spiritual treasures.

At this moment, on the sea of ​​blood, there is a huge red lotus flower with twelve petals, burning with a flame that has no temperature. It is the Twelfth Petal Karmic Fire Red Lotus, which is transformed from a lotus seed of the Chaos Green Lotus. It has strong defense and can release red lotus karmic fire.

Seated cross-legged on the lotus platform was a Taoist priest in blood-red robes. His skin was as delicate as a baby's, and his face was kind, but his eyes were bloodshot and filled with killing intent. Two killing swords were crossed on his back, gleaming with a chilling light.

Looking at the souls drifting in the sea of ​​blood, Styx's lips curled up. He usually didn't care about these things, only that Nuwa created the human race to attain sainthood, and he himself had comprehended the laws of creation by listening to the Dao at Nuwa Palace.

Since our predecessors were able to succeed, perhaps our Creation Clan will also have this opportunity!

Styx sat atop the crimson lotus of karmic fire deep within the sea of ​​blood, feeling each surge of his bloodline. He connected himself to the sea of ​​blood; with each slight movement of the sea of ​​blood, he took a breath.

Green light gradually appeared on Styx's body. He clapped his hands down, drawing in billions of malevolent energies, killing intent, and karmic fire from the Blood Sea. He reached out and grabbed a confused primordial spirit, stuffing it into his body and shaping it into the foundation of life.

As the laws of creation surged, the Styx made its every move, forging souls with karma, shaping bodies with blood and qi, and solidifying character through slaughter. Thousands of blood mists rolled, the sea of ​​blood boiled, and countless blood-red creatures were born from the blood waves.

The Styx River surveyed its created beings with satisfaction, and proclaimed loudly, "By the Heavenly Dao above, I, the Styx River, have created a race today named Asura. May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark yellow color appeared in the void, and golden clouds of merit descended. Styx absorbed them with excitement, and soon, a blood-red figure emerged from his primordial spirit, and his aura also increased.

Many creatures in the primordial world witnessed the strange phenomenon above the sea of ​​blood. They never expected that the Styx River would imitate Nuwa's creation of humans and create the Asura race.

The thoughts of the gods surged, and even Nuwa from beyond the heavens cast her gaze. On the Three Immortal Islands, Haotian smiled as he looked at the Netherworld Blood Sea from afar.

Male Asuras are mostly fierce and ferocious, with three heads and six arms, blood-red eyes and fangs; female Asuras are beautiful and enchanting, bewitching all living beings, and both carry a blood-red aura of malevolence.

Styx successfully absorbed merit and severed his good corpse incarnation, becoming a great master in the primordial world who severed both good and evil corpses, and his cultivation level also rose to the late stage of Quasi-Saint.

With great progress in cultivation, Styx was overjoyed, but he was still unwilling. The merits of the Asura clan were far less than those of Nuwa. Moreover, without the Primordial Purple Qi, how could he possibly attain enlightenment?

The other gods withdrew their divine senses, their eyes flashing. Although they had not yet attained sainthood, Styx's cultivation had greatly improved.

In the time that followed, oaths were sung from time to time throughout the primordial world, and one after another, great supernatural beings created new life forms.

However, some of them only grasped the superficial aspects of the laws of creation, while others were not proficient in the way of creation, and the beings they created all had some defects.

Heaven bestows merits in due time, though the amount varies.

The gods looked at the beings they had created. Those who were kind-hearted were taken back to their dojos, while those who were not good were used as tools. Some were left to fend for themselves in the primordial world, and some were even destroyed.

In any case, it has increased the biodiversity of the prehistoric world.

Having witnessed numerous farces, many cultivators have come to understand that both opportunity and strength are indispensable for attaining sainthood!

Without the Primordial Purple Qi, there is no key to ascending to sainthood; without strength, even the Creator race cannot achieve its full potential.

After ten thousand years, the fervor surrounding the creation of all living things in the primordial world gradually subsided.

Haotian, however, was on the Three Immortal Islands, watching two figures bathed in lightning, undergoing tribulation and transforming into human form.