Primordial Era: The true lineage of Pangu, which Styx River is this?

Chapter 11 Hongjun's Scheme

Haotian and Yaochi were preparing to close the gates of Zixiao Palace, but inside the palace, it was eerily silent.

"Too late." Di Jun calmly watched this scene.

He hadn't really thought about cultivating a good relationship with the disciples of the sage, but when Styx did it, and only Styx did it, Di Jun suddenly realized what was going on.

If one can win the favor of the sage, even if it's just a slight chance, or even if one can't win the favor of the sage, being able to build a good relationship with the disciples under the sage's tutelage is still a valuable connection!

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, many powerful figures were at a loss as to what to do.

Should we follow suit and give gifts?

What should we send?

Most powerful beings were unprepared, and the gift from the Styx River was the lotus seed of the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, plus some precious Heavenly Dao merits. If properly nurtured, it would be two excellent acquired merit spiritual treasures.

Such a gift is something most people wouldn't be able to afford.

But if we don't send them, wouldn't it seem like they're being inconsiderate?

"What a sycophant!" Zhu Rong thought to himself, looking at the Styx River with disdain.

However, the powerful figures of Zixiao Palace were not embarrassed for long before someone came to their rescue.

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"Interesting." Hongjun watched this scene silently from the shadows.

As a sage, Hongjun naturally wouldn't be interested in the two lotus seeds of the twelfth-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus that Styx had brought out, nor in the mere two acres of Heavenly Dao Merit. What Hongjun found interesting was the title "Dao Ancestor".

He had been planning for countless years, including this sermon in Zixiao Palace and his preparation to distribute countless spiritual treasures on the Treasure Distribution Cliff. What was his purpose?

Isn't it just the name of the Dao Ancestor?

Isn't it all for the purpose of spreading the Dao in the primordial world, and then relying on the fortune of the immortal path spreading throughout the primordial world to achieve one-time union with the Dao?

Isn't it all for the ultimate proof of that supreme path?

Although it is too early for Styx to acknowledge him as the "Dao Ancestor," Styx's understanding nature has given Hongjun pause for thought.

For Hongjun, to truly take control of the prehistoric world, he not only needed to control the Heavenly Dao, but more importantly, he needed to control the descendants of Pangu who possessed the merits of the Heavenly Dao.

In particular, the great merits of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones must be eliminated.

Among them, compared to the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who lack primordial spirits, wreak havoc, and treat all living beings in the primordial world as food and slaves, and who have already created the Witch Clan, are the targets of Hongjun at this stage. Their merits in creating the world are being constantly eroded by the karma created by the Witch Clan.

Hongjun's original plan was to design a great calamity to eliminate the Twelve Ancestral Witches. As for the Three Pure Ones, he would tempt them to give up their Great Dao merits by promising them sainthood. Then, he would design a plan to make the Three Pure Ones turn against each other. In this way, it would only take two great calamities for the descendants of Pangu to dissipate their fortune and Great Dao merits.

The Styx River was originally extremely cautious in its actions, but now it has given Hongjun a new option: at this stage, he can support a "son of a concubine" among Pangu's descendants to share some of the fortune of Pangu's legitimate sons.

And the Styx River, backed by the Netherworld Blood Sea, is undoubtedly the best choice!

Firstly, Styx himself is very powerful. At this stage, he is even no weaker than Dijiang and Taiqing Laozi. He has the strength to compete with the Pangu lineage for inheritance. Moreover, as long as the Blood Sea does not dry up, Styx will not die. Even if he is opposed by the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he will not die, or he will need to personally go down to rescue them.

Secondly, although Styx is strong, his main cultivation of the Dao of Slaughter, while powerful, is difficult to universally apply to the entire prehistoric world. Firstly, if one wants to prove the Dao of Slaughter, Heaven and Earth will not tolerate it. Secondly, judging from Styx's personality, even if Styx is given the title of "descendant of Pangu", there is no need to worry that Styx will be like Dijun and Taiyi, gathering too many living beings and becoming too powerful to control.

As for the Asura and Zombie races, they were insignificant in Hongjun's eyes, and he didn't even pay them any attention.

"Since that's the case, let's see how far you can go." Hongjun looked at the River Styx in Zixiao Palace and sensed that Zhunti and Jieyin were already close to Zixiao Palace. He made a decision in his heart.

For a sage, supporting the Styx River is nothing more than adding another piece to the chessboard.

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"Wait, wait, wait before closing the door!" Zhunti became even more anxious when he saw Haotian and Yaochi about to close the gate of Zixiao Palace.

The guide standing to the side also wore a bitter expression. He regretted not trying to take advantage of the situation. If he had missed the sage's sermon, it would have been a case of losing more than he gained, and he would have become a laughing stock in the prehistoric world.

Finally, Zhunti and Jieyin, having exerted all their strength, entered Zixiao Palace before the palace gates closed.

Upon entering the Zixiao Palace, before they could even thank Haotian and Yaochi, Zhunti and Jieyin's gazes were immediately drawn to the six prayer mats at the very front.

As if by some predetermined fate, both Zhunti and Jieyin felt that the Daoist aura on the futon was closely related to the Dao they cultivated.

Now, Zhunti and Jieyin were in a dilemma.

What should I do?

Are we just going to give up like this?

Not reconciled!

Zhunti and Jieyin are not purely evil people, but the path of the Great Dao requires struggle and planning at every step. Having come this far, Zhunti and Jieyin were mentally prepared.

Furthermore, they also bear the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the West, but revitalizing the West is extremely difficult and can only be achieved with great opportunities, great perseverance, and great wisdom, especially these great opportunities.

Having traveled together for countless years, Zhunti and Jieyin had developed an unspoken understanding. They immediately made a decision: they would fight for those two prayer mats, no matter the cost!

Overwhelmed with grief, Zhunti burst into tears right there in the Zixiao Palace.

"Senior brother, senior brother, what should we do? What should we do?"

Since the end of the last great calamity, our Western Paradise has suffered repeated disasters. Now, the beings of the West are waiting for us to return from listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace. However, due to the chaos and turmoil, we arrived a step late and unexpectedly found that we didn't even have seats left.

"What should I do!" Zhunti burst into tears and collapsed to the ground, looking utterly lost and bewildered.

"Alas." Jieyin sighed deeply. Although he did not say much, his spiritual light was dim, and he showed signs of the five signs of decay of a celestial being. It was as if his heart had turned to ashes in an instant.

"That's ruthless!" Based on his understanding of later generations, Styx roughly deduced that this was some kind of effect of the Nirvana Path that guided him, but it definitely came at a price.

But it's none of his business; he can just watch.

At this moment, Styx was unaware that Hongjun had already prepared a huge surprise for him.

"Take care, senior brother. I have no face to return and face the countless beings of the West. I am leaving." After saying this, Zhunti suddenly crashed into the golden pillar inside Zixiao Palace.

Haotian: ? ? ?

Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Clouds: !

Jieyin quickly intervened to stop Zhunti, but Zhunti still crashed into the golden pillar. Seven-colored light burst forth from his seven orifices, and golden blood splattered, a truly tragic sight.

"Junior brother, why do this?"

Although our West has suffered calamity and no one has been willing to help us for countless years, as long as my brother and I have a breath left, there is still a glimmer of hope for the West!

Even if there are no seats, we can simply listen in and not disturb our fellow Daoists from the East.