Rewriting the Gods

Upon hearing this, the Styx Ancestor also showed a thoughtful expression. Nuwa attained enlightenment by creating humans. If the human race declines, Nuwa's holy position will inevitably be dethroned. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors suppressed the human race's fortune, leading to the human race's decline and extinction.

Similarly, the same applies to the West. The great path of the two Western figures is built on the foundation of the West's great prosperity. If even the West were to disappear, the sainthood of these two figures would naturally be like rootless duckweed, and it would be natural for them to be dethroned.

Upon realizing this, the Styx Ancestor was overjoyed.

The position of sainthood, which he had sought for countless eons without ever attaining and with not even a glimmer of hope in sight, was now right before his eyes.

Although obtaining a sainthood is extremely difficult and requires maneuvering among the various saintly lineages in the prehistoric world and participating in the battles among saints.

But there was hope after all. As a primordial deity from the time of creation, the Styx Ancestor was among the first beings in the primordial world. He was extremely powerful and had the greatest desire to reach the realm of a saint.

The current Heavenly Saints are all of the same generation as the Styx Ancestor. Before the saints became saints, the Styx Ancestor was not afraid of anyone.

Furthermore, since the Styx Ancestor was once only one step away from becoming a saint, and missed the opportunity, compared to the quasi-saints who have grown up in the last few great eons, the Styx Ancestor felt more apprehensive than respectful towards the group of Heavenly Dao Saints, believing that the saints were invincible.

In the eyes of the Styx Ancestor, even a saint could be dealt with, but it would be very difficult.

If it were a new generation quasi-saint like Lu Ya, even though his cultivation had reached the peak of quasi-saint, he would not dare to oppose a saint. In Lu Ya's mind, saints were high above, strategizing and controlling the universe, possessing great supernatural powers and magic, and were immortal. Even if his father were to be resurrected, and all the demon saints and demon gods of the ancient demon court were to be resurrected and set up the Zhou Tian Star Array, they would only be able to barely deal with a saint.

If such a thing exists, how should one deal with it?

If Patriarch Bodhi were to approach Lu Ya and ask him to deal with the human race, which has a sage in charge, Lu Ya would probably flee to the Three Thousand Great Worlds immediately and not dare to stay for even a moment.

But the Styx Ancestor was different, because he did not have much reverence for saints.

Holy throne!

Ancestor Styx thought to himself that if he wanted to obtain a sainthood, now was probably the best opportunity. Back then, the six futons in Zixia Palace were used to determine the six Heavenly Saints.

This laid the foundation for the current prehistoric world order. So much time has passed, and this is the only time that the Styx Ancestor sees hope for re-establishing the saintly position. If this opportunity is missed, the prehistoric world order will be completely stable, and it will be difficult to have another chance to re-establish it in the future.

In other words, this is his last chance to become a saint.

Thinking of this, the Styx Ancestor took a deep breath, completely resolving to participate in this matter.

However, as Bodhi Patriarch said, if he wanted to become a saint, he could only stand on the path of the West. Although this path was difficult and the chance of success seemed slim, it was the only opportunity.

The human race has a higher chance of winning, but the human race does not need itself. Apart from Nuwa and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors who have already attained sainthood, the human race still has many top-level experts.

Hao Feng, that extraordinary person from the Three Realms, is not a saint, but only possesses the combat power of a saint. Moreover, the Great Dao of Wisdom is notoriously difficult to break through, and it is practically impossible to break through it.

Once a sainthood is established, Haofeng will definitely be one of them. Besides Haofeng, the human race also has a series of quasi-saints such as Suiren, Xuandu, Zhuxiang, Nüba, Dachao, Zhisheng, Shaodian, Haoying, and Getian.

Some of these people were ancestors of the human race, the innate human race created by Nuwa; some were human kings; and even the least fortunate among them were of human king blood, pure human race.

Unless the human race is insane, there is absolutely no way they would abandon so many people and hand over the holy position to themselves.

In this way, only the West remains as an option. Thinking of this, the Styx Ancestor turned to look at Bodhi and said, "What you said makes sense."

"I do indeed desire the position of a sage, and this is my only chance. I can make a move, but I need both Jieyin and Zhunti to simultaneously swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao. If I assist the West in defeating the human race and seizing the human race's sage position, I will take one of these two sage positions!"

"If Jieyin and Zhunti can swear an oath, I am willing to lead my Blood Sea Asura clan to fight with all our might to assist the Western Sect!"

"it is good!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Patriarch Bodhi immediately nodded in agreement. In truth, there was nothing to hesitate about. For Buddhism, this was an extremely profitable deal. If the journey to the West failed, there would be no Buddhism in the prehistoric world, let alone any holy positions.

That's not something Buddhism is currently considering. It's not something they own, so why not give it to the Styx Ancestor? In exchange, they'll gain the assistance of a top-tier supernatural being—it couldn't be more worthwhile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Patriarch Bodhi closed his eyes and contacted his true self. A moment later, an invisible power of the Heavenly Dao descended, and Patriarch Styx felt two pieces of information appear in the darkness, which were the Heavenly Dao oaths made by the two saints.

Seeing this, the Styx Ancestor felt a slight sense of relief; at least there was still some hope for his Sainthood.

However, the smile on the face of the Styx Ancestor vanished in an instant. This was just the beginning. Taking down the human race would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Thinking of this, the Styx Ancestor sighed softly. He still owed the human race a debt of karma, and now, before he could repay it, he had already clashed with the human race.

However, in just a moment, the Styx Ancestor put the matter of cause and effect out of his mind. Compared to cause and effect, his own path of cultivation was naturally more important, and there was no comparison between the two.

At worst, after the human race declines, we can shelter a portion of the human race, which can be considered as repaying the karma of that day.

With this thought in mind, the Styx Ancestor made up his mind completely. Immediately, with a thought, a killing intent that reached the heavens and the earth swept out.

In an instant, the sea of ​​blood surged with towering waves, and the entire sky turned blood red. Behind the Styx Ancestor, three spiritual treasures appeared and disappeared, with a twelfth-grade blood-red lotus flower hanging in the center and two killing swords standing on the left and right.

Above the head of the Styx Ancestor, three flowers of gold, silver, and lead appeared, each with twelve petals, representing the most exquisite Great Luo Dao Fruit.

The three flowers slowly unfurled, and within them stood three small swords, each radiating terrifying killing intent.

A small sword floated above the golden flower, the surrounding world shattered, the void silently turned to dust, and the earth below the silver flower silently turned into quicksand. The lead flower was surrounded by a chilling killing intent, as if one could see all life extinguished.

This is the Killing Dao Fruit of the Styx Ancestor!
Kill the heavens!
Kill them!
Killing all living beings!

Ancestor Styx raised his hand and pointed, and a blood-red light appeared on the three swords. The three blood-red lights merged together and became a figure. Ancestor Styx waved his hand, and the seawater in the sea of ​​blood rose up and gathered into the blood-red light. In a moment, an ugly-faced Asura appeared in the void.

His cultivation level was at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

Asura's eyes gathered light, and after a moment he bowed and said:
"Greetings, Ancestor!"

The Styx Ancestor once created the Asura race by imitating Nuwa's creation of humans, so expending his magic power to create an Asura at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm was naturally not a problem.

"Your name is Wujin Sha. Walk the path of the pilgrimage for me in the sea of ​​blood. This matter concerns my path to enlightenment, so you must take it to heart."

After speaking, the Styx Ancestor pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed a sword from his back at Sha Wujin's eyes. "Take the Yuan Tu Sword for protection. Make sure to escort the pilgrim to obtain the true scriptures!"

"Kill Wujin, I obey!"

Sha Wujin took the Yuan Tu Sword from the void, immediately turned around and walked to Bodhi Patriarch, waiting for Bodhi Patriarch's instructions.

As Sha Wujin walked, the three killing intents that originated from the same source as the Styx Ancestor rose up. Wherever he passed, the void trembled, all living beings perished, and the earth turned into quicksand. The spiritual energy of the three paths of heaven, earth, and man was completely severed by the killing intent on Sha Wujin's body.

Looking at the endless killing before him, Patriarch Bodhi's eyes flashed with satisfaction. After a moment of thought, he looked at Styx and said, "Escorting the pilgrims on their journey to the West, they should still be brought under the wing of my Buddhist sect. The name 'Endless Killing' is too fierce and does not conform to the tenets of my Buddhist sect."

"Wherever you go, the earth's vital energy is severed, turning into quicksand. Standing on quicksand, why not take 'sand' as your surname and be called Sha Wujing? What do you say?"

The Styx Ancestor frowned, but said nothing, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Thus, another member joins the pilgrimage to the West, named Sha Wujing, also known as the Killer of Endless Trouble! (End of Chapter)