Primordial Era: Refusing Hongjun's path to sainthood, I attained the Dao of Hunyuan.

Chapter 137 Di Jun Slays Three Corpses

"A great calamity is about to begin in the primordial world. Although your cultivation is quite good, you must be careful not to be drawn into it. That is why I summoned you back."

Xuanhuang looked at his three disciples and said, "You should all stay here until this great calamity is over, and do not go out."

Upon hearing this, the three disciples quickly agreed.

Xuanhuang nodded, then began to preach to his three disciples. Of the three, Liu Er and Kong Xuan had already forged their own paths, and the next step would be to attain the Primordial Dao.

Xuanhuang didn't actually have much to teach them, but the two of them gained something from listening to Xuanhuang's teachings and verifying them against their own.

The one who benefited the most was Gui Ling, because although her physical body was powerful, the growth of her bloodline brought about significant benefits.

His own understanding of the Dao was not profound.

After becoming a disciple of Xuanhuang, Xuanhuang taught her Taoist arts, enabling her to cultivate a second body and enter the palace to listen to the Tao.

His cultivation level is quite good now, having reached the late stage of Golden Immortal. In a while, he will probably reach the Perfection of Golden Immortal and begin his attempt to break through to Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Xuanhuang preached the Dao from time to time in this Xuanhuang Heaven. Not only his three disciples came to listen, but also all the living beings in this Xuanhuang Heaven could listen to the Dao.

They simply couldn't enter the palace; they could only listen from the outside. Even so, it was still quite a stroke of luck.

Many beings comprehended extraordinary supernatural powers from Xuanhuang's teachings and cultivated formidable strength.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of years had passed. On this day, Xuanhuang suddenly had a thought and looked towards the East Sea in the primordial wilderness.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

A tremendous roar came from the East China Sea, and the entire sea surged with towering waves, turning into a tsunami that swept in all directions.

In an instant, countless marine creatures perished as a result.

However, there is one exception in the East China Sea: Jin'ao Island, the Daoist temple of the Shangqing Sage Tongtian Jiaozhu.

The terrifying tsunami, upon reaching the vicinity, vanished without a trace, unable to reach this area.

But apart from that, it was exceptionally terrifying, almost like the end of the world. The eleven ancestral witches were suppressed in the East Sea by Xuanhuang, but today they were finally freed.

The resentment accumulated over ten thousand years enraged the eleven ancestral witches, who rushed out of the East Sea and headed straight for the Netherworld.

They stormed into the Netherworld.

However, the eleven ancestral witches were stopped by one person as soon as they entered the Netherworld.

The one who stopped them was none other than the Styx River.

The Styx River blocked the eleven Ancestral Witches at the cosmic void between the Netherworld and the Immortal Realm.

This time, Styx's cultivation had recovered to its peak, and his power as the strongest person below the level of a saint was undoubtedly on the rise.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Styx laughed loudly. Behind him was an endless sea of ​​blood, like an enormous cloak, constantly swirling.

A boundless killing intent spread out, seemingly enveloping the entire primordial world, causing the heavens and earth to change color and the sun and moon to lose their light.

Everything seemed to have turned into a blood-red expanse.

Holding the Yuan Tu Sword in one hand and the A Bi Sword in the other, Styx blocked the eleven Ancestral Witches and laughed loudly, "Last time you attacked me when I was weak, it's time to settle that score now."

"Come, let me see what makes you so special that you deserve to be the protagonists of this great calamity!"

Styx swung his sword, and instantly streaks of blood-red sword light, carrying a rolling killing intent, slashed at the eleven Ancestral Witches.

He actually intended to fight eleven people by himself.

"How dare you, Styx, you're courting death!"

The eleven Ancestral Witches were enraged and engaged in a great battle with the Styx River between the two realms.

This battle was extremely terrifying. Styx was fierce, fighting against eleven opponents. He split into countless Blood God Children, who were all fearless and rushed towards the Ancestral Witch in groups.

They might use all sorts of strange and evil supernatural powers, or they might simply self-destruct.

Fortunately, all eleven Ancestral Witches possessed incredibly strong physical bodies; otherwise, they would have been unable to withstand the attack long ago.

Not to mention, the Styx also possesses the Yuan Tu Sword and the Abi Sword, two extremely sharp swords capable of harming the physical bodies of the Ancestral Witches.

Although it wasn't very large or fatal, this was the first time since the eleven Ancestral Witches were born that they had encountered a magical artifact that could restrain them.

Of course, the eleven Ancestral Witches were not easy to deal with. In addition to their powerful physical bodies, the different laws they each mastered transformed into various powerful supernatural abilities and witchcraft techniques, which meant that Styx could only maintain a stalemate at best.

Winning and defeating the eleven Ancestral Witches was very difficult, but even so, Styx managed to keep them out of the Netherworld by relying on his powerful cultivation.

They weren't allowed to enter. From a distance, one could see that outside the Netherworld, there seemed to be an endless sea of ​​blood floating in the air, or a huge, boundless cocoon.

From within, various lights occasionally flashed, revealing the eleven Ancestral Witches trapped within, locked in a fierce battle within the River Styx.

Styx was not afraid of them. After all, his immortality, though a joke to saints, was still invincible below saints.

At least eleven Ancestral Witches couldn't do anything about him, especially the countless Blood God Children that the Styx River had divided into, which made them furious but helpless.

Every time the Blood God Child self-destructs, it can be reborn from the sea of ​​blood endlessly, making it impossible to destroy.

The great powers from all corners of the world, as well as all the saints, were alarmed by this great battle and all sent their divine senses to investigate the battlefield.

Styx has truly established his authority, making everyone aware of his current strength.

Below the level of a sage, there is no one invincible!

In the Xuanhuang Palace of Xuanhuang Heaven, Liu Er and Kong Xuan, watching the great battle through a scene condensed by Xuanhuang, couldn't help but have a solemn look in their eyes.

Liu Er asked Xuan Huang, "Teacher, isn't this Blood God Child of the Styx Daoist a bit too shameless?"

Upon hearing this, Xuanhuang merely glanced at Liu Er in silence without uttering a word.

When Liu Er saw this, he realized that compared to the Blood God Child of the Styx River, he was not much better.

It turns out that others might not know, but Xuanhuang, as Liu Er's teacher, was very clear about it.

After learning supernatural powers from me, the monkey studied the art of creating clones the most.

The three clones that appeared in the previous battle with Kong Xuan were merely a combat technique.

The true technique of Liu Er (Six Ears) is that he creates countless clones and sends them into the Three Realms of the Primordial World.

These clones of his are difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, and each of them has a certain degree of autonomy.

However, these countless clones and all their thoughts are somehow connected to the original Six Ears.

It can be said that, as things have developed to this point, Liu Er's ability to obtain information about the various happenings and events in the Three Realms is no longer limited to his six ears.

On the contrary, his countless clones are more useful. Moreover, Liu Er's countless clones are of various races, including birds, beasts, fish, trees, flowers and plants, and so on.

For example, the great disaster caused by the eleventh ancestral witches escaping from the East Sea has brought suffering to countless lives.

Among those dead and injured, there may be one of the Six Ears' clones.

To be honest, even Xuanhuang doesn't know how far Liu Er has progressed in the art of creating clones.

Through his countless clones, Liu Er also dispersed some of his cultivation and magical power to increase his own accumulation.

In this way, when Liu Er is about to attempt to break through to the Hunyuan realm, he can recall all these clones and gather all their cultivation and magical power into one body, which would have a good chance of success.

Especially now, with all the saints attaining enlightenment and plundering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has become thinner than ever before. If one does not accumulate magical power through various means and remains honest, then the hope of successfully attaining enlightenment is probably not high.

In fact, Liu Er never intended to use the method of creating clones; he simply followed Zi Wei in the starry sky and remained in seclusion.

This monkey was naturally restless, so how could he be restrained? Ziwei then taught him the art of creating clones, allowing him to create several clones to have some fun in the prehistoric world, which would also help him hone his skills.

But little did anyone know that the monkey became addicted to the game, and gradually became fascinated by the art of creating clones, eventually using it to enter the Dao and cultivate to the level of a Great Luo Immortal.

Ziwei was surprised when she first learned about it, but she also became curious and wanted to see what Liu Er would achieve, so she completely let Liu Er go.

By now, Liu Er's mastery of the clone technique has reached an unparalleled level.

The Blood God Child Technique of the Styx River might not be as good as his.

"Fellow Daoist Styx established the Asura Cult and passed down his teachings. Didn't you go to listen to his teachings?" Xuanhuang asked Liuer.

Upon hearing Xuanhuang's words, Kong Xuan and Guiling were immediately dumbfounded. Could their senior brother really go to the Asura Sect to listen to the Dao?

Is that possible? Aren't the followers of the Asura Cult all Asuras?

Unexpectedly, Liu Er nodded and said, "Teacher understands me best. I did manage to sneak in and listen to his sermon, but his teachings are too extreme, especially since he made a vow to kill a saint. I'm afraid he has little hope of attaining enlightenment."

There was a hint of regret in Liu Er's tone.

Xuanhuang nodded and said, "That's true. However, the Path of Slaughter is also one of the Great Daos of Heaven and Earth, belonging to the righteous path. It's quite remarkable that Styx has been able to comprehend the Path of Slaughter to this extent. As for proving the Dao..."

Xuanhuang shook his head, said no more, and continued to watch the battle in silence.

Thus, a great battle raged for hundreds of years outside the Netherworld, until finally, a voice came from within the Netherworld.

This brought the great battle to a halt.

That voice was none other than the voice of Houtu. Of course, the Houtu of today is no longer the Ancestral Witch, but the Goddess Pingxin.

Despite the dissuasion of Lady Pingxin, Styx released the eleven Ancestral Witches he had bound, allowing them to enter the Netherworld.

These eleven ancestral witches entered the last palace, which stood alongside the ten Yama Palaces, and was the shrine dedicated to Houtu.

He spoke with Houtu inside, but in the end, he left the Netherworld without saying a word.

The twelve Ancestral Witches were reduced to eleven, with one remaining forever.

Those powerful figures from all sides who witnessed this scene felt a mix of emotions, and it seemed to be a harbinger of an impending great calamity.

The calamity in the world is becoming increasingly apparent, growing heavier day by day.

But on this day, in the Thirty-Three Heavens, suddenly, a deafening roar shook the Three Realms.

When countless powerful beings looked towards the Thirty-Three Heavens with their divine senses, they saw that the stars in the sky seemed to be revolving around the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Thick beams of starlight poured directly into the place where Di Jun was in seclusion. A large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth also converged there.

Taiyi, Kunpeng, and Fuxi, along with the other three powerful beings of the Heavenly Court and a host of demon generals and gods, also stood guard around the area, protecting Dijun.

Di Jun obtained that imperial purple aura from Ziwei, and after so long in seclusion, he finally succeeded in severing his third self.

With a loud bang, the starlight shattered, and from it appeared the figure of Di Jun, or rather, there were four Di Juns.

Just like Zhen Yuanzi, Laozi, and Styx, Di Jun also severed his three corpses. Above his head, amidst the auspicious clouds, stood three figures identical to himself.

However, their auras were completely different.

An Emperor Jun appeared behind him, emanating the image of the Taiyin (Moon) constellation, and his aura was extremely cold.

This is the benevolent corpse of Emperor Jun.

One of them was Di Jun, with the image of the sun appearing behind him. He wore a robe with a three-legged golden crow pattern, and his aura was extremely domineering.

This is the evil corpse of Di Jun.

There was also an Emperor Jun, who wore a robe that seemed to be adorned with countless stars. He exuded an aura of imperial power, and when he released it slightly, it was as if he had drawn the stars in the sky to shower their light upon him.

This Di Jun was none other than his own corpse.

With all three of his corpses severed, Di Jun's cultivation had reached the late stage of Quasi-Saint, causing the powerful figures from all sides to twitch their eyelids wildly.

Even the sages couldn't help but frown.

Then, they quickly figured out the reason. All the sages couldn't help but secretly say that Xuanhuang was being nosy, actually allowing Dijun to increase his strength by so much.

If things go wrong and Dijun succeeds in attaining enlightenment, wouldn't that change the course of events?

Is Xuanhuang completely unafraid of divine punishment?

The sages naturally did not want Di Jun to attain enlightenment, so they all began to ponder how to help Di Jun properly face the tribulation.

"Without becoming a saint, you are still just an ant. Even if you sever your three corpses, it won't change your fate." In the Eight Views Palace on Shouyang Mountain, the Supreme Saint Laozi said in a cold tone.

With a thought, he summoned the Tai Chi diagram, then pricked his finger and dripped out a few drops of his essence blood.

The method of operating in conjunction with the Tai Chi diagram.

"Boom!"

In an instant, all the sages and Xuanhuang sensed that the secrets of heaven had changed in some way.

However, this change was rapid and subtle; by the time everyone tried to investigate, it had already vanished in an instant.

In the Xuanhuang Heaven, Xuanhuang shook his head, knowing that this was because Dijun's severing of the three corpses had provoked those saints.

Just now, some sage must have used some trick, but even he doesn't know who it was.

It can only be said that Di Jun thought he had a real chance to prove himself after severing his three corpses, but he was wrong.

On the contrary, the stronger he was, the faster and more tragically he died.

The saints had been keeping a close eye on him and the eleven ancestral witches. In this great calamity, others might still have a chance to survive, but they alone were destined to die.

Only Fuxi, because he was Nuwa's brother, might not be targeted too much by the other sages.

But for the others, the more they die, the better.

However, these are all calculations at the level of saints. With Di Jun's cultivation greatly increased, the demon race was still very excited.

Moreover, shortly after Di Jun's cultivation broke through, good news spread among the demon race: the demon queen Xi He had given birth to ten princes.

Emperor Jun was overjoyed and doted on his ten sons.

Meanwhile, in the West, on Mount Sumeru, in the blissful realm, only Zhunti is currently in seclusion, overseeing the affairs of the Western Religion.

Some time ago, Di Jun broke through, which Zhun Ti also noticed and wondered what to do.

At this moment, news suddenly came that Di Jun had ten sons, which made Zhunti's eyes light up and he began to have some ideas.

(End of this chapter)