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Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like water could drip from it.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat solemnly on the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Chariot. A shimmering mirror floated in front of him, reflecting the meager fortune of the Chan Sect, which had fallen to its lowest point and was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Bang!"

Unable to contain his anger any longer, he slapped the table next to him, which was carved from the finest immortal jade, into dust.

"Lin Xuan! It's Lin Xuan again!"

Yuanshi Tianzun gritted his teeth, his face, which always maintained the majesty of a saint, was now distorted with extreme anger.

Since this variable appeared, his Chan Sect has not had a single good day!

Disciples were beaten, magical treasures were stolen, and fortune was taken away. Now, even the mortal lineage has been uprooted!

He was a dignified sage of the Heavenly Dao, a true descendant of Pangu, and had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!

He dared not personally intervene. That damned Nine Provinces Barrier was like a tortoise shell; every time he tried to reach out, he was violently bounced back, causing his primordial spirit to tremble in pain.

If a direct assault doesn't work, then we'll have to outsmart them!

He couldn't touch the Pangu Palace and the human race, but the Underworld... the Underworld was the hub of the entire prehistoric world!

If the underworld can be disrupted and the cycle of reincarnation can be broken, then the Pangu Palace, which is deeply connected to the underground passage, will inevitably suffer severe damage!

Thinking of this, a sinister glint flashed in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes.

"Someone come here!"

At his command, a figure scrambled in from outside the hall.

The visitor was none other than the Antarctic Immortal.

At this moment, his appearance was extremely miserable.

The charred skin from the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning hadn't completely faded, his forehead was still a shiny bald head, and his chin was completely bald, without a single beard. The new Taoist robe he was wearing was also torn in several places due to its owner's anger, making him look utterly disheveled.

"Master...Master..." The Antarctic Immortal knelt on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to lift his head.

He now has a deep-seated fear of those unruly kids in the Pangu Temple.

"I command you to go to the Netherworld Blood Sea immediately."

The voice of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

"The Netherworld Blood Sea?" The Antarctic Immortal suddenly looked up, his face filled with terror.

That place is the territory of the Styx Ancestor, a quasi-saint peak power who kills without blinking an eye. With my cultivation level, wouldn't I be offering myself up as cannon fodder if I went there?

"Hmph, look at your pathetic self!" Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly with utter disdain.

With a flick of his wrist, a long banner, entirely black and radiating endless resentment and murderous intent, appeared in his hand.

"This is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the [Nine Nether Soul Gathering Banner]! Take it with you to see the River Styx."

The Primordial Celestial Venerable threw the Nine Netherworld Soul Gathering Banner in front of the Antarctic Immortal, his tone filled with an unquestionable command.

"Tell him that as long as he is willing to join forces with me to attack the Underworld from behind, once the deed is done, I will not only help him sever his three corpses and attain the Primordial Dao, but this Nine Nether Soul Gathering Banner will also belong to him!"

Prove the Dao of Primordial Chaos!

These four words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded in the mind of the Antarctic Immortal!

What an enormous temptation!

He believed that in the primordial world, no quasi-saint could resist the temptation of becoming a saint!

The Styx Ancestor will definitely take the bait!

An instant ignited hope in the heart of the Antarctic Immortal. He seemed to see the collapse of the Underworld, the great decline of the Pangu Palace's fortune, and the bright future of his master regaining control of the primordial world.

He hurriedly kowtowed to accept the order, his hands trembling as he picked up the Nine Nether Soul Gathering Banner that exuded a terrifying aura. Suppressing his fear, he turned and left the Jade Void Palace, tearing through space and heading towards the gloomy and terrifying Netherworld Blood Sea.

……

Meanwhile, in the backyard of Pangu Temple.

Lin Xuan was lying comfortably on the rocking chair carved from a single piece of ancient warm jade, his eyes closed, enjoying the afternoon sun.

Behind him, a figure dressed in a blood-red robe with a sinister face was fawningly massaging his shoulders.

It was none other than the "ambitious" ally in the Primordial Celestial Venerable's plan—the Styx Ancestor.

"Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, do you think this force is acceptable?"

As the Styx Ancestor kneaded the object, he asked cautiously, his voice so humble it could drip water.

"Xiao Ming, I've recently developed a new 'Blood Vessel and Meridian Massage Method,' specifically designed for a towering figure like yours. It's guaranteed to relax your muscles and improve blood circulation!"

Since being robbed clean by Lin Xuan's grandsons last time, the Styx Ancestor has fully realized the situation.

What is becoming a saint? What is ambition? In front of this group of unreasonable brutes in the Pangu Palace, they are all just fleeting clouds!

The only way to succeed is to cling to Lin Xuan, the most powerful figure in the entire prehistoric world!

Therefore, he now comes to Pangu Temple every few days to pay his respects, give gifts, massage his shoulders and legs, and does everything he can to get what he wants, just like a top-notch henchman.

"Hmm, not bad, Xiao Ming, your skills are getting better and better."

Lin Xuan gave a lazy compliment.

In his mind, however, he was calculating that the fluctuations from Yuanshi Lao'er's side should be reaching the Blood Sea soon.

He slowly opened his eyes, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and turned to look at the Styx River behind him.

"Xiao Ming, stop pinching."

"I just did a divination, and it seems you're having a very important guest coming to your house. Shouldn't you hurry back and prepare to entertain them properly?"