The people of the primordial era ruled the heavens and earth.

"Junior brother, you're too attached to appearances. What good is a powerful secret technique?"

"If you don't become a saint, you'll remain an ant."

Zhunti sighed softly and said nothing more, only staring intently at the Styx Master in the cloud mirror.

The sage is in the ninth heaven, each heaven and earth is a world, and the third heaven is a world.

Although the Lord of the Styx was only one level higher than Nuwa in terms of realm, that one level was an insurmountable barrier.

Wielding the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, and standing on the Red Lotus of Karmic Fire, the Styx Lord unleashed his full power, and even Nuwa couldn't withstand a single blow.

He was on the defensive the entire time, completely unable to fight back.

This left the Styx Cult Leader feeling very unfulfilled.

After slaying Nuwa to the ground with a single sword strike, Styx retrieved Yuan Tu and Abi, and said with his hands behind his back, "Nuwa, you are too weak."

"You are no match for this leader. Leave now, and I may spare your life."

At this point, Nuwa had long lost the initial descriptions of holiness, solemnity, and inviolability.

Under the killing sword energy of the Styx Cult Master, her palace dress was torn to shreds, barely covering her vital parts.

Although Nuwa had a good intention, she used her divine power to reassemble the palace dress.

However, the Law of Slaughter was no ordinary law. As soon as she condensed it, a sword aura burst forth from the sword wound on her body, tearing through her palace dress.

Nuwa understood that she had to completely expel the sword wound left by the Lord of the Styx from her body.

Even if I were to condense myself ten thousand times, I would still look the same.

Therefore, she stopped trying and instead endured the pain, hoping that Dao Ancestor Hongjun would intervene.

Although Hongjun hesitated to make a move, Nuwa remained steadfast in her decision.

She dared not waver; having come this far, she had nowhere to retreat.

At this moment, upon seeing the Lord of the Styx, he appeared aloof and disdainful of fighting him.

Nuwa gritted her teeth in hatred and completely abandoned her obsession with her image.

He clasped his hands together, looked up to the sky, and shouted loudly, "Teacher, the Styx River has gone too far in bullying me. Please, teacher, do justice for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the world was shocked. Only the Lord of the Styx showed a hint of joy on his face and took the Yuan Tu and A Bi back into his hands.

In the underworld, Qin Tian frowned deeply.

He never imagined that Styx would be so audacious as to harbor thoughts of challenging Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Although Hongjun is a thief who steals the Dao, everyone has the right to kill him.

But the truth is, no one knew any of this.

On the contrary, because of the three sermons given at Zixiao Palace, he was revered by all cultivators in the world.

In terms of both strength and righteousness, the Lord of the Styx is definitely the weaker party.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, Fellow Daoist Styx is too impatient and has been blinded by power."

"I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to lend a hand next."

"Fellow Daoist Qin Tian, ​​rest assured." Houtu nodded: "Fellow Daoist Styx is my Earthly Shield."

"I won't stand by and watch him get hurt."

In the Chaos Palace, upon hearing Nuwa's call, Hongjun smiled.

Nuwa wasn't too foolish after all; she knew to offer me a way out.

It was worth it for me to support her.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hongjun took a step forward and arrived a hundred feet in front of the Styx River.

With a flick of her hand, a beam of purple divine light descended upon Nuwa's head.

Nuwa suddenly felt a warm sensation flowing through her body.

However, Hongjun's flick had already removed the Dao injuries from her body.

Styx looked displeased and shouted, "Dao Ancestor, I too once sat beneath you and listened to your teachings."

Why are you so biased?

"Am I just supposed to die?!"

"Styx, since you have already made your choice, why ask me again?" Hongjun shook his head, and a white whisk appeared out of thin air in his hand.

With a gentle sweep, hundreds and thousands of Heavenly Laws condensed into ropes, sweeping towards the Lord of the Styx.

The Lord of the Styx dared not be careless in the slightest. A flash of karmic fire lotus appeared beneath his feet, and countless karmic fires flew out from it, forming a flower bud that protected him within.

At the same time, Yuan Tu and A Bi flew out from his hands and danced gracefully in the air.

One after another, violent and murderous sword energies pierced the air amidst a dazzling sword dance, slashing towards the overwhelming ropes of Dao principles.

"Interesting." Hongjun smiled. "Unfortunately, it's still a bit lacking."

Hongjun waved his whisk once more, and countless ropes of the Great Dao soared like dragons, wantonly devouring the killing sword energy between heaven and earth.

Although the Styx Cult Master's killing sword energy was strong, it could not withstand such fierce attacks.

As the killing sword energies were devoured, a blood-red divine sword gradually appeared in Hongjun's hand.

"Styx, you said you also heard me preach and called me teacher."

"Today, your teacher will teach you what killing is."

After saying that, Hongjun raised his arm, wielded the blood-red divine sword, and slashed down fiercely at the flower bud formed by the Karmic Fire Red Lotus.

With a deafening roar, divine fire filled the sky, and the bud formed by the Karmic Fire Red Lotus was shattered.

The Styx River was cleaved from the sky by Hongjun's sword, following in Nuwa's footsteps.

In the underworld, Qin Tian saw that Hongjun had no intention of stopping, so he immediately looked at Houtu.

Houtu understood, took a step forward, and instantly appeared above the Styx Master.

With a slight lift of her hand, she caught the sword that Hongjun was using to beat a drowning dog.

Upon seeing Houtu appear, Hongjun frowned: "Houtu, why are you here instead of guarding your earthly cycle of reincarnation?"

"When stillness reaches its extreme, movement arises. Is it wrong for me to come out and take a look?" Houtu said calmly, crushing the blood-red divine sword that Hongjun had cleaved down.

"Nonsense, the cycle of reincarnation is of utmost importance."

"Considering this is your first offense, I will not hold it against you today."

"Leave now, and I can pretend I didn't see you."

"Hahaha..." Houtu laughed loudly, pointed at Hongjun's nose, and scolded him without any politeness: "Hongjun, don't you dare to push your luck here."

"I only call you Dao Ancestor because I think highly of you."

"You actually dare to lecture me, Your Majesty? Who do you think you are?"

"It's just a cowardly, self-preserving worm."

"Houtu!" Hongjun shouted angrily, his face ashen.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? It's not like I can't hear you," Houtu retorted loudly, showing no fear.

"Okay, very good."

"Since you've chosen to die, don't blame me for being ruthless and killing you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whisk in Hongjun's hand transformed instantly into a divine sword with a chilling light and radiating sword energy.

"If you've got the guts, then come at me." Houtu pointed to her own neck. "Chop here, and I promise I won't fight back."

Hongjun's face turned ashen, and he was about to swing the divine sword in his hand.

At this moment, the Heavenly Dao noticed his actions and was immediately enraged. It directly used its own power of law to erode Hongjun's part of the Dao.

Hongjun never expected that the Heavenly Dao would turn against him at this moment, and his expression changed drastically.

No longer caring about Houtu, he flashed back to Zixiao Palace.

However, what Hongjun didn't know was...

From the perspective of the Heavenly Dao, he and the Earthly Dao are like brothers, while Hongjun is merely his partner, or rather, a minor shareholder.

Now, this minority shareholder actually wants to kill his own brother.

So what does he plan to do next?

Would he kill himself to seize the throne?