From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 368 Deep Warp Corruption

The larger the Blood Sea, the more Blood God Children there are.

Given the current size of the Blood Sea, it could easily submerge a planet the size of Earth, and it's impossible to estimate how many Blood God Children it contains.

When the weight of the entire sea of ​​blood pressed down, even the last resort left by the Mother of No Life could not break free from its restraints.

He could only helplessly feel his power draining away—no, it should be said that it was being transferred into the sea of ​​blood.

"It's almost time."

The mocking voices came from all directions, overlapping and creating an eerie atmosphere.

Suddenly, two sword lights flew out from the depths of the sea of ​​blood, one blue and one white, slashing straight at the suppressed pink skeleton.

Unable to dodge or use any supernatural powers or spells, she could only watch helplessly as the sword light slashed towards her.

One on the left and one on the right, each disappearing into an eye socket.

As the cyan sword light fell, Tian Du's physical brain instantly went into chaos, and he could no longer remember his past.

The white sword light followed closely behind, thus severing even her future.

Having severed her past and lost her future, her remaining present is also being constantly eroded by the sea of ​​blood.

No miracle occurred; after she was pierced and dragged into a sea of ​​blood, her fate was sealed.

"After some effort, we finally got rid of this guy."

The sea of ​​blood gradually faded and dissipated, leaving only a small amount of blood to reconstruct Modi's body.

He held the spear that would end the unchanging in one hand and threw the scepter back to the usurper in the other.

The usurper cawed and hid the scepter behind its back.

"I can sense that the shackles on this world have been broken, and it is ready to embrace radical change."

"Although I don't like this, it's a change that has to be made."

The corrupt emperor had no choice but to accept this situation.

"I say," Elysium suddenly spoke up, "did this guy hoard most of the essence for himself? Shouldn't he give us an explanation?"

He pointed at Modi, and was then looked at by the usurper with the eyes of someone looking at a fool.

The corrupt and stagnant Heaven simply ignored Him.

"Hey, don't look at me like that," He protested to the usurper.

The God of Usurpation ignored His complaints and said, "The essence of a demon god is that of the virtuous. I think this God of Slaughter is a virtuous one."

"Congratulations, Slaughtering Heaven, you can now support the earth!"

What kind of virtuous person is that? That's pure nonsense. He's clearly a man of fists.

Blissfully thought to herself, but dared not voice her thoughts.

If He could get the Heaven of Usurpation and the Heaven of Corruption involved, He would dare to do so, but neither of them wanted to offend the Heaven of Slaughter, and He couldn't handle it all by himself.

"Um... Killing Heaven, I'm sure you won't mind such a small matter, will you?"

He forced an awkward smile, trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Hey, is it possible to reconcile?"

"At this very moment? You must be joking!"

The red figure weighed the spiral spear in his hand, considering the best angle to thrust it.

"Forget it, let's just go with CCB."

The spiraling spear thrust out mercilessly, its tip anchoring the fact that it had "pierced" the body, piercing through Paradise's body from the back.

After a series of alluring moans, Bliss dared not be naughty anymore. He just covered the hole in his back, crying and laughing, and fled the scene as if he were escaping.

The world quieted down again. Modi looked down at the shattered world below, where mountains and rivers had been dismantled and the lingering influence of the Four Gods still lingered.

If left unchecked, this place will soon become a dead zone. In a few thousand years, it may even give birth to rare and precious treasures and terrifying monsters, turning it into a forbidden zone that is talked about by word of mouth.

"Tsk, if this land didn't belong to the Feather Transformation Sect, I would have just left it alone."

Modi casually conjured a restoration aura and tossed it down.

In an instant, the mountains and rivers shifted, and earth and rocks gathered from all directions, rebuilding mountains and hills. Rivers changed course and returned to their original positions.

The effects and pollution left by the war were also erased as if they had never existed.

Once it was confirmed that the area had returned to its pre-war state, Mordy withdrew and extinguished the aura to prevent over-restoration and a regression to an even more distant era.

Upon returning to the Feathered Ascension Sect, he summoned three high-ranking members of the sect who looked overjoyed, as if they had been freed from their shackles: Liu Wuxian, Mo Fufeng, and Xuan Guang Zhenren.

Liu Wuxian has been internally designated as the next sect leader, and the current sect leader, Mo Fufeng, is also preparing to step down from the position of sect leader and become a senior elder.

The three of them wore smiles of varying degrees, feeling relaxed all over, as if they had "returned to nature after being in a cage for so long".

This is normal. As the physical body of Tianjue was destroyed by Modi, all the energy she had devoured returned to the world.

Those high-level cultivators who were originally limited by their energy level and had to suppress themselves were now like birds soaring into the sky.

Once the fish enters the sea, it is no longer bound by any constraints.

The immense power they couldn't unleash before—the ability to move mountains and fill seas—can now be used at will, as can all their previously hidden supernatural abilities.

Mo Fufeng, as the sect leader, was only worried that their planned spiritual revolution might be overturned as a result.

He also worried that the Feathered Immortal Sect might revert to its former arrogant self, disregarding all living beings.

Fortunately, so far, everything is normal.

The elders who survived the energy level catastrophe have not become corrupt or degenerate, and the achievements brought about by the spiritual revolution have not become outdated despite the changing times.

He firmly believes that as long as the Reiki Revolution continues to deepen, everything will be alright.

"The main reason I called you here today is to explain some things you should pay attention to after I leave."

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As soon as Mo Di finished speaking, Liu Wuxian asked in surprise, "Elder Mo, are you leaving?"

"Yes, leave this world."

Mo Fufeng asked, "Uncle, are you going to ascend to immortality?"

"Not really, just taking a trip to another world." Modi shook his head. With his strength, he could open a passage to another world even without ascending.

The pleasant atmosphere vanished in an instant, and before we knew it, it had become dull.

The joy in the hearts of the three was dispelled by this news, replaced only by bewilderment and disappointment.

Although Mo Di did not formally join the Feather Transformation Sect, he made immeasurable contributions to the sect, to the point that some elders even suggested that he be appointed as the Glory Sect Master and Supreme Elder.

If he hadn't rejected the proposal, he would have been the Supreme Emperor of the Feathered Ascension Sect long ago, with a status even higher than that of True Person Xuan Guang.

"Elder Mo, what should we do if those three attack the Feather Transformation Sect after you leave?" Xuan Guang Zhenren asked.

Apart from Mo Di, no one in the Feathered Ascension Sect could rival Qingbao Heavenly Venerable, Changsheng Heaven, or the Great Free Heaven Demon Lord.

Modi already had an answer to this, saying, "This is not a problem. They will leave with me. You only need to guard against the three sects they have established."

"I understand." Master Xuanguang nodded, relieved.

They are not afraid of fighting against the three sects, but they are afraid of facing the three people behind the three sects.

Liu Wuxian hesitated, but when Mo Di's gaze fell on him, he finally decided to ask.

"Old Mo, is this the last time we'll meet?"

"Yes, I will. I've just left, not died." Mo Di rolled his eyes at him. "Do you still remember the alchemy techniques I taught you before?"

"I remember, what's wrong?"

"At this time thirty years from now, it will be the best time to start refining pills. Seize the opportunity; you might even be able to advance further."

"I see."

On that day, the great masters of the Feather Transformation Sect, the Medicine King Hall, the Myriad Transformations Sect, and the Blissful Sect all broke through the boundary and left, leaving only their names to continue to be sung throughout the world.

The titles Styx Ancestor, Pure Treasure Celestial Venerable, Eternal Heaven, and Great Free Heaven Demon Lord have, over time, become almost mythical figures.

With the deliberate promotion and dissemination by the four sects, the four were portrayed as having ascended to immortality, in order to inspire future generations to cultivate diligently and to add a layer of legitimacy to the rule of the four sects.

This is so that future rising sects will know that the four sects have powerful backers and influential figures.

Whether these rising stars believe it or not, whether they care or not, that's something the four sects will need to consider in the future.

The world is not static; no matter how solid the foundation laid by our predecessors may be, it will eventually loosen and collapse.

But none of this is something Mordi should care about.

At this moment, he has transformed into fragments of a Gundam, scattering throughout all worlds within his domain.

Once he locks onto the coordinates of a world, he sends Blood God Children one by one to spread the Styx Dao in various ways, corrupting that world.

Corruption takes many forms, and he adjusts his strategies according to the world's circumstances.

In a world without magic, the Blood God Child rebuilds the Styx Biological Laboratory Company, claiming to develop panaceas for all kinds of symptoms, but in reality, he spreads the corruption of the Styx River through drugs.

In a world of low magic, the Blood God's son once again embarks on the path of establishing a sect, igniting a holy war, and openly spreading the Blood God's faith.

In some higher-level worlds, he has even more tricks up his sleeve.

In these worlds, he can even descend to the heavens through large-scale wars, and he can see the whole picture of any place where there is killing and bloodshed.

The actions of the other three gods were largely the same as his, with only slight adjustments based on their personal styles.

Driven by the will of the four of them, the entire realm is steadily sliding towards the abyss of corruption.

The shadow of the warp always looms over it, ready to drag it into the abyss of chaos at any moment.

During this process, it wasn't that no one tried to stop them.

However, those immortal beings who jumped out were no match for them. Even if they could defeat the weakest Elysium, they would still be unable to withstand the gang attack of the four of them.

These immortal beings had no other way out but to either flee this realm in a sorry state or be devoured by the four of them.

"This is probably the last one."

As Modi watched the three-headed demonic wolf being swallowed by the sea of ​​blood, he patted his robes, showing none of the expression one would expect after eliminating an immortal.

This three-headed, wolf-like immortal was neither as powerful as the command node Delta, nor did it want to leave this realm. He had no choice but to reluctantly grant its wish and let it stay here forever.

"I don't know what it was thinking. How dare it come looking for trouble with this level of skill? The ancient dragon I hunted before I became immortal was stronger than it."

While I was pondering, the three-headed demonic wolves had been completely digested by the sea of ​​blood, leaving not a trace behind.

Its bloodline was naturally absorbed and analyzed by the Blood Sea, becoming part of the Blood Sea's gene pool.

"You've gotten stronger again."

The mutated sky flapped its wings and flew out from an angle that didn't exist before, landing steadily on his shoulder.

Modi suddenly had an idea.

"How about you turn into two crows, I'll gouge out one of my eyes, and we'll modify my gun, then we can debut as Odin cosplayers."

The blue-feathered bird tilted its head. "Sounds pretty good, but where is our Asgard?"

"It's currently in the process of creating a new folder." Modi shrugged.

He turned his head to look at the other side, where two figures, one green and one purple, appeared one after the other.

"The corruption is complete," said the Corruption Lord bluntly. "It's a little faster than I expected."

"Looks like you're not tough or long-lasting enough," Blissful Heaven teased from the side, ignoring the cross-shaped protrusion on the forehead of Decaying Heaven.

Modi patted Zhi Futian's raised fist, signaling him to calm down. "Let's talk business first. Revenge can wait."

He summoned the Frozen Throne and subconsciously began rubbing the blue-feathered bird in his hands.

The mutated heaven turned its head in his hand and preened its feathers.

Modi asked, puzzled, "Hey buddy, you're not a bird, are you? Why are you even imitating this?"

"Gugu, this is the self-cultivation of an actor."

Beneath the stagnant, decaying body, flies and insects roam freely, and plague spreads, forming a chair for one to sit on.

Bliss snapped his fingers, and a luxurious and ornate chair appeared behind him... if you ignored the unclear protrusions on it.

Seeing Him sit directly in that chair, Modi and Zhifutian's eyes twitched, and they both moved away from Him without prior arrangement.

I was afraid of getting tainted by some indescribable smell.

"This realm is completely shrouded in the shadow of the subspace. If we take another step, we will be dragged into the subspace," said the tampered heaven.

"But that's not our goal. We need it as a bridgehead between the warp and the demon battlefield."

Looking back at the countless stars beyond the void, a four-colored pie chart appeared in Modi's eyes.

The four colors—red, blue, green, and purple—are interlocking and represent the distribution of power among the four gods, as well as the power they can wield.

"The construction of the bridgehead is complete. Now, who wants to come with me to the Demon God's battlefield to check out the situation?"

Modi glanced around and noticed that all three of them looked like they hadn't heard him clearly.

The Heaven of Usurpation turned over as if asleep, the Heaven of Stagnation and Corruption gazed into the distance, and the Heaven of Bliss held a small toy, seemingly doing something.

He took a deep breath, and his entire face turned into a magnetic black face.

How can one accomplish great things while carrying such an insect?

Modi grabbed the neck of the usurper, squeezing so hard that his tongue came out.

He snatched the toy from Paradise and shoved it into His mouth, causing Him to roll His eyes and drool incessantly. Finally, he kicked Paradise's chair, smashing it to the ground.

"You three, stop playing dead. Each of you send some avatars with me to see the world."

Upon hearing this, the three gods exchanged glances, sighed, and had no choice but to do as he said.