Chapter 90 The Blood Sea Ends
Under the illumination of the Light of Destiny, a dreamlike river, shimmering with light and carrying a hazy hue, slowly flowed through the Blood Sea.
At this moment, the River of Destiny quietly descended!
As the River of Destiny flowed, strands of light emerged from the newborn Asuras. That light was hazy, similar to the Light of Destiny, and flew towards the River of Destiny from the moment of their birth.
Thousands of strands of light converged, forming a demonic god's form above the River of Destiny.
The demonic god was entirely dark blue-black, with three heads and six arms, vertical eyes, and breathed fire, displaying a wrathful appearance. Its two hands above held up the sun and moon, while its four hands below each held a knife, fork, wheel, and conch shell—four kinds of weapons.
Judging from its appearance, it was a combination of all the characteristics of the Asura race.
This demonic god's form was the most perfect image of the Asura race, a manifestation of their destiny on the River of Destiny.
His appearance signified that the Asura race had officially stepped onto the stage of the primordial world to begin their own legend.
Rumble!
The moment the demonic avatar representing the Asura race's destiny appeared in the River of Fate, boundless merit rained down from the sea of blood and the heavens, surging into the Styx Daoist's body.
"Haha! My Dao is complete!"
With the merit entering his body, the Styx Daoist felt a sudden clarity in his mind, an outpouring of endless mysteries. Various Great Dao laws became clearly visible; what he hadn't understood before, he now understood with the help of the merit energy. It was as if the Great Dao was within reach.
At this moment, the laws of creation he had comprehended in the process of creating the Asura race were all integrated and incorporated into the Styx Daoist's Dao of Slaughter.
This made his understanding of the Dao of Slaughter even more profound, his killing intent seemingly capable of annihilating all life.
Coupled with his status as the ancestor of the Asura race and the blessing of the primordial destiny, the Styx Daoist's cultivation surged dramatically!
His physical body was transforming, his realm was rising, and the surging magical power within him was increasing layer by layer. All of this propelled Styx towards a higher realm.
"So powerful! Styx's aura is already no weaker than Taiyi's, and it's still increasing. Is he about to break through?"
"This Xuanhuang merit energy is so dense. With its help, even without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, Styx might really succeed!"
At this moment, the powerful beings stared intently at Styx, who was breaking through, their hearts filled with tension, wishing they could take his place.
As long as Styx successfully broke through, it would mean that this method was feasible. They would immediately take action, using the Chaos Origin as a foundation to create the race and glimpse the supreme holy realm.
Accompanying Styx's breakthrough, an overwhelming aura suddenly erupted, sweeping across the heavens and the earth. The entire universe, the Xuanhuang realm, was shrouded in a chilling killing intent.
Amidst the endless dance of runes, a crimson divine chain of the Great Dao rose from the Styx Daoist, piercing through the entire world. This was Styx's enlightenment of the Great Dao, a manifestation of his own Dao fruits.
After this crimson divine chain appeared, in the deepest recesses of heaven and earth, where the origin of all Daos resided, the Dao representing slaughter trembled violently, yearning to leave this place and manifest within the sea of blood.
If Styx's understanding of the Dao of Slaughter perfectly merged with the Dao of Slaughter in the world, he could use it to prove his Dao and become a Primordial Golden Immortal comparable to a Saint.
Unfortunately, the Dao of Slaughter stirred twice before returning to stillness.
Meanwhile, outside, just as Styx saw the dawn of his breakthrough, the boundless energy of merit abruptly ceased, causing Styx's ascension to halt abruptly.
Without the support of the energy of merit, the power of the crimson divine chain weakened drastically, unable to reach the origin of heaven and earth, and abruptly retreated back into Styx Daoist's body.
"Ah~~~No!" With Styx Daoist's unwilling roar, his aura stopped growing and gradually calmed down, stabilizing at the Great Perfection of Quasi-Saint.
"Did it fail?"
"The merit gained from Styx's creation of the Asura race this time, though not as much as Nuwa's creation of humans, is not far off."
"Moreover, Styx Daoist's strength is even a notch stronger than Nuwa's back then. If he could still fail, the problem clearly isn't with the merit."
"Could it be..."
"Damn it, does this mean that without the Primordial Purple Qi, we, the Daoists, truly cannot become saints?"
Seeing Styx Daoist's failure to attain enlightenment, even those with whom he had a bad relationship did not show the slightest hint of mockery. Instead, they felt a deep sense of sympathy and shared his pain.
The Dao Ancestor had once said that under the Heavenly Dao, there were eight saintly positions, and six saints would be born under his tutelage.
Therefore, the Dao Ancestor accepted the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa as his true disciple, and Jieyin and Zhunti as his nominal disciples, bestowing upon them six Paths of Primordial Qi, saying that when their time came, they could become saints through this.
To the others, he merely said that all three thousand Great Daos could lead to sainthood, and that they each had their own destiny, thus dismissing them. The crowd was naturally dissatisfied, but the Dao Ancestor did not wish to say more, and they dared not ask further, so they could only keep their dissatisfaction to themselves.
Now, with the same act of creation and similar merit, Nuwa, possessing the Primordial Purple Qi,
attained sainthood in one fell swoop. Styx, however, only took a step further, reaching the Great Perfection of Quasi-Saint. Seemingly a difference of one realm, it was in reality a world apart.
This unfairness intensified the resentment in the hearts of the powerful beings.
Shaking their heads, the powerful beings dispersed. What could they do about their resentment? They could not change anything.
"Alas!" On the Sun Star, Donghuang Taiyi sighed softly, putting down the Donghuang Bell in his hand. He felt both joy and disappointment.
If Styx Daoist had shown even the slightest sign of sainthood, Donghuang Taiyi would not have hesitated to unleash the Donghuang Bell and annihilate him at the very moment of his success!
It wasn't that Taiyi was petty and couldn't tolerate the Styx Daoist; it was simply a matter of necessity, a choice he had to make for the sake of the demon race. If the Styx Daoist didn't become a saint, fine, but if he did, the Asura race he created would instantly become a major power in the primordial world.
How could the demon race possibly cope with a race with a saint in charge?
If he were to harbor ambitions of dominance, the demon race would undoubtedly be the first to suffer. To prevent this from happening, Taiyi had no choice but to take drastic measures and nip it in the bud.
"Even if I succeed by relying on external forces, how much combat power will I have?" Closing his eyes, Taiyi entered a state of enlightenment, seeking to break through the limitations of a quasi-saint with his own power.
"Hmph! Such a bloodthirsty wretch dares to dream of becoming a saint! Does he even consider us worthy of his attention!"
On Mount Kunlun, seeing the Styx Daoist's failure to attain enlightenment, the Jade Purity Daoist's grim expression finally eased, and he spoke with resentment."
...That voice...it's the Styx Ancestor! Did He create the Asura race within the Blood Sea?"
"Has the primordial world reached this point in time? Then the Three Pure Ones' ascension to sainthood won't be long!"
In the battlefield of ferocious beasts, Feng Zichen was chatting with Kuafu and others when he suddenly heard the Styx Ancestor's voice and was startled.
(End of Chapter)