Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

As the Four Dragon Kings mobilized the power of various water veins, countless dragon energies soared into the sky and merged into the dragon body that carried the will of the Ancestral Dragon.

As countless wisps of dragon energy coalesced, a dragon's roar that resounded through the heavens echoed. Immediately afterwards, a gigantic dragon claw descended from the sky, pressing directly onto the central head of the nine-headed worm.

At this moment, the nine-headed worm was completely unable to move an inch. Terrified expressions appeared on its nine heads, and its body began to shrink rapidly.

This made all the dragons present breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the nine-headed worm had been completely subdued.

At that moment, the enormous dragon's body crumbled and disintegrated. The massive dragon bodies of the Four Seas Dragon Kings tumbled and rolled endlessly in the seawater.

At the same time, a powerful pressure emanated from the Four Seas Dragon Kings, causing countless aquatic creatures to kneel down and worship.

The Four Dragon Kings, with the help of the dragon race, broke through to the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm in one fell swoop. This couldn't help but bring a smile to Ao Ping's face on the dragon throne.

As the four streams of light landed, the Four Dragon Kings also retracted their true dragon forms and knelt directly in front of Ao Ping.

"Thank you, Father. Without your guidance, I don't know when I would have been able to break through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm."

Ao Ping waved his hand and helped the Four Dragon Kings up, saying, "This is your destiny, and you should use the Nine-Headed Insect to break through to the Hunyuan realm."

"Unfortunately, even if you break through to the Primordial Chaos Realm, your foundation is limited. The Primordial Golden Immortal will be your final destination."

"To reach a higher realm, one must accumulate more merits and virtues, and use those merits to prove one's path and become a saint."

Merit is the panacea in the primordial world. No matter how low your origins are, as long as you have enough merit, you can still attain enlightenment and become a saint.

However, the amount of merit required is immense, as one can imagine. But the Four Dragon Kings did not think it was impossible.

After all, as long as they diligently bring rain and clouds to the prehistoric world, they will eventually accumulate enough merit to attain sainthood, so it is not without hope.

Just then, the cries of phoenixes echoed across the western sea. Soon after, the waterways opened wide, and the phoenix clan, led by Kong Xuan, entered the western sea amidst the sounds of gongs and drums.

This made Nezha smile, and he immediately said to the White Dragon, "White Dragon, your wife Zhu Ling'er is here, why don't you hurry up and greet her?"

The little white dragon nodded shyly, first straightening his wedding robes, then heading towards the wedding procession.

At the same time, the Fire-Tipped Spear reappeared in Nezha's hands. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, Nezha aimed the Fire-Tipped Spear at the dying Nine-Headed Insect.

Just as Nezha was about to end the life of the Nine-Headed Insect, a red lotus descended from the sky, directly blocking Nezha's fatal shot.

Immediately afterwards, the Styx Ancestor appeared in the West Sea, accompanied by Mosquito Daoist and Yellow Flower Daoist.

“Nezha, show mercy. This nine-headed insect is destined to be my disciple,” the Styx Ancestor said to Nezha.

Upon seeing the arrival of the Styx Ancestor, everyone knelt down to pay their respects to the saint. Even Ao Ping did not forget to clasp his hands in greeting.

With a wave of his hand, the Styx Ancestor helped Ao Ping to his feet and said, "Senior Brother Ao Ping, there's no need for this. How can a senior brother pay respects to his junior brother?"

This is the rule of Qinglian Island: even if you are a saint, if your seniority is lower, you cannot have your elders bow to you. Ao Ping entered the sect many eons earlier than the Styx Ancestor. Therefore, the Styx Ancestor naturally dared not accept Ao Ping's bow.

Ao Ping smiled and said, "Junior Brother Minghe, Senior Brother, this bow is not to pay homage to the Sage, but simply to thank you for attending my grandson's wedding."

Upon hearing this, the Styx Ancestor laughed heartily and arrived beside Ao Ping. He said, "Fortunately, Junior Brother, I was prepared; otherwise, if Senior Brother had said those words, I would have been in a difficult situation."

As he spoke, the Styx Ancestor waved his hand, and a ninth-grade karmic fire red lotus appeared in his hand.

"My master taught me the art of cultivating lotus flowers. This ninth-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus is one that I have just cultivated. Today, I will present it to the White Dragon as a congratulatory gift."

His first move was a ninth-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, which made everyone present think to themselves, "As expected of a saint, his move is extraordinary."

Meanwhile, the White Dragon had already welcomed Zhu Ling'er to the Crystal Palace. However, the Crystal Palace was now in ruins, no longer possessing its former grandeur and magnificence.

At that moment, a crystal palace descended from the sky and landed directly on the site of the original crystal palace. The ruins on the ground also vanished at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the voices of the Three Pure Ones rang out, "Even Junior Brother Styx has sent a generous gift, so we senior brothers cannot fail to reciprocate."

“My two brothers and I built this Crystal Palace together. Please, Junior Brother Ao Ping, don’t think it’s beneath you.”

Ao Ping bowed directly to the void and said, "The three senior brothers have all produced top-grade acquired treasures. Even if I wanted to complain, I wouldn't have the confidence to do so."

Although the Three Pure Ones did not descend in person, they bestowed upon the Western Sea a Crystal Palace, a supreme acquired treasure. The Western Sea truly gained face by doing so.

And this was just the beginning. Subsequently, Fuxi, representing the thirty-six sages of humanity, and Houtu, representing the twelve sages of the earth, also sent their congratulatory gifts.

In an instant, apart from the Heavenly Dao Saint, all the saints in the prehistoric world sent a congratulatory gift for the White Dragon's wedding.

This inevitably caused the Dragon King and his daughter to show expressions of regret. After all, they never dreamed that a mere Jade Dragon Prince would alarm so many saints.

Had he known this day would come, he wouldn't have even agreed to let his daughter, let alone become one of the Dragon Gods among the Eight Legions. Even if he were offered the position of Buddha, the Dragon King of Ten Thousand Saints would never have allowed his daughter to have an affair with the Nine-Headed Insect.

What angered the father and daughter even more was that the culprit, the Nine-Headed Insect, not only did not die in the Western Sea, but also became a disciple of the Saint and joined the Qinglian Island sect.

After all that, it turned out the clown was just the two women. Overwhelmed with shame and regret, the Dragon King spat out a mouthful of dragon blood, and his dragon soul headed straight for the Netherworld to be reincarnated.

Seeing her father die right before her eyes, Princess Wansheng's last support completely collapsed.

However, she didn't want to die like that, so she scrambled to the Nine-Headed Insect's side, hoping that he would take her with him out of consideration for their past relationship.

At this moment, the Buddhist imprint within the Nine-Headed Insect's soul had been refined by the Karmic Fire Red Lotus. The bewitching power that Buddhism had exerted on him also vanished instantly.

Reflecting on his actions, though his mind had been manipulated by Buddhism, they were ultimately his own doing. Therefore, the Nine-Headed Insect felt immense remorse. (End of Chapter)