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

Chapter 185 The Situation in the Primordial World

"Second brother, Di Jun—do you really dare to make a move?" Not long after Tongtian left, Laozi calmly gazed in the direction of Buzhou Mountain. His holy eyes pierced through boundless space and time, and it was unknown where they landed or what kind of scenery they took in.

Since it concerns the River Styx, Lao Tzu believed that no amount of caution was too much.

Since the Three Pure Ones have already established their own religions and bear the responsibility of educating all sentient beings, they must accept disciples.

Lao Tzu, by his very nature, did not wish to open his mountain gates wide. If he wished to take on disciples, he would only do so when the time was right. Moreover, for Lao Tzu, the most suitable disciples were none other than the human race. Now that the Three Pure Ones could not interfere in the affairs of the human race, Lao Tzu was even less in a hurry to recruit disciples.

Unlike Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun placed great emphasis on lineage and natural talent when accepting disciples. This was also a top priority for the Chan Sect in recruiting disciples.

But Tongtian is different. His Dao of "Interception" advocates education for all, and now is the time to open his gates wide and recruit disciples.

However, some things are only convenient for Yuanshi and Laozi to discuss, and Tongtian need not listen to them.

"Elder brother, I wish to discuss this with my junior sister Nuwa. Now—we should also 'step down' and relinquish the position of Heavenly Emperor. How can a sage compete for profit with the common people?" Yuanshi replied.

"Good," Lao Tzu nodded calmly.

Lao Tzu could naturally understand the meaning of the Primordial Beginning. The position of Heavenly Emperor in the Heavenly Court was a good position for them before they became saints, but for them after they became saints, it was more of a burden.

Not to mention, the Heavenly Court is now deeply mired in the center of the Great Calamity, so it is even more important to sever ties with the Heavenly Court in time to prevent the immeasurable karma and causal forces of the Great Calamity from affecting them.

The four sages of Heaven no longer truly care about Heaven. Nuwa will surely agree to their proposal, and then the four sages will be able to extricate themselves from the karma of Heaven.

If Di Jun were to understand that he no longer had any sages behind him and that he needed to face the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation alone, then Di Jun would surely come to his senses in the end.

Emperor Jun, who bears the destiny of a supreme being, is such a person. When he is in dire straits, he does not think of surrendering, but will definitely fight to the death. Without slaughtering the human race, there is no way to defeat the witch race. Emperor Jun will figure it out on his own.

At this very moment, a great storm was brewing across the primordial land.

Celestial Court.

The twelve ancestral witches and the Eastern King Duke all gathered at this place.

Dijiang sat high in the main position, while the other ancestral witches and the Eastern King Duke stood in the celestial palace.

Standing behind the group of ancestral witches, Dongwang Gong looked at the menacing figures before him, his heart filled with mixed feelings and complex thoughts. At this moment, he didn't even know whether he should be happy or worried.

The situation in the primordial world changed too quickly.

Previously, when the Heavenly Court successfully set up the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, the Eastern King Duke believed that the Celestial Court was doomed. However, later, in the battle outside the Netherworld Blood Sea (now the Netherworld Realm) and the battle outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Heavenly Court lost both.

But to say that the Heavenly Court would be eliminated like this—during this period, the Heavenly Court produced four saints, which made the Eastern King Duke feel like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat and a thorn in his back.

That was a saint.

In the blink of an eye, he could take away this little quasi-saint.

But now, it's too late for regrets. Not to mention that he is just a quasi-saint and cannot escape the karma of the Celestial Court, even if he can escape the karma of the Celestial Court alive, will the Twelve Ancestral Witches let him go after that?

Getting on a pirate ship is easy, but getting off is hard.

The primordial world has now become a chessboard for the sages to vie for power. After the Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, and Jieyin established their teachings, and five sages emerged in one day, Dongwanggong almost thought that his end was near. After all, the Heavenly Court already had four sages, and the other sage forces could only protect themselves at most, and could not do anything else.

Just as he was waiting to die, news came that Styx had defeated the three saints of the Three Pure Ones by fighting against three opponents.

"Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong, given the current situation in the prehistoric world, do you have any advice to offer?" Houtu looked at Dongwanggong and said with a smile.

Originally, the task of finding a way out should have been entrusted to Zhu Jiuyin, but now that we have the assistance of Dong Wanggong, a great supernatural being with a primordial spirit, it is naturally most appropriate to let Dong Wanggong make the deduction.

"Now that the primordial chaos is filled with calamity, the secrets of heaven are hidden, and I am powerless to deduce them. At this moment, looking across the entire primordial world, apart from a few sages, we can only trouble our fellow Daoist Zhu Jiuyin to use his supernatural powers." Dongwanggong looked at Houtu and shook his head helplessly. At the same time, he did not forget to flatter Zhu Jiuyin, whom he had pushed out.

Not to mention that it is extremely difficult and obscure to deduce the secrets of heaven now, even if it were possible, he would not dare to deduce them given that the current situation in the prehistoric world is closely related to all the sages.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jiuyin was quite pleased with himself. So what if he didn't have a primordial spirit? Now, those who did have primordial spirits probably couldn't see as clearly as he, the ancestral witch of the witch clan who possessed the law of time.

"However, Fellow Daoist Dijiang, and all the Ancestral Witches, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it or not," said Dongwanggong tentatively, looking at the Ancestral Witches before him.

There was no other way. Although he was the Celestial Emperor of the Celestial Court, the Celestial Court was nothing more than a puppet of the Witch Clan. From the inside out, the Witch Clan supported everything. As the Celestial Emperor, he simply couldn't be impolite.

"Your Majesty, how shall we be taught?" Houtu asked, changing her form of address.

"Now, the primordial world belongs to all the sages."

"Fellow Daoists, why don't you go to the Netherworld to meet the Styx Saint and ask him some questions?" Dongwanggong looked at the Ancestral Witches before him and continued.

The witch clan is really slow to react.

In fact, during the deduction, Dongwanggong had already discovered that Styx had given up the position of wizard. If it were him, he would definitely think about why.

Styx doesn't want this fortune; that's definitely not a good thing.

Just like asking someone for a favor, when giving a gift, if the other person's appetite is too big and your gift is not enough, sometimes, the other person refusing your gift seems to be a more terrible problem.

If it were the Eastern King Duke himself, he would definitely think about whether he had offended the Styx Saint in some way, or whether he had fallen into a deep pit that no saint was willing to help him out of.

But the witch clan made no comment on this.

Dongwanggong had a premonition that going to the Styx River would be useless, as the Styx River would most likely not intervene, since it had no need for the Wu Clan.

But, facing a Heavenly Court with four sages, who else could they turn to if not the Styx River?

"Well... well, what Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong said is quite right," Houtu said after thinking for a moment.

However, to the surprise of Houtu and the other ancestral witches, before they could even come to find Styx, Styx had already entered the Pangu Temple.

The number of Netherworld Clan members is too small, and their reproduction rate is too slow; it's still up to him to take action.