Primordial Era: My comprehension is heaven-defying, I create the ability to transform into anything!

Chapter 49 Styx: Damn it, you're going to wreck my house!

The Netherworld Blood Sea, eternally silent!

It might take countless years for a cultivator to be willing to come here.

Even if they come, they'll leave with a look of disgust on their faces.

Here, the spiritual energy is mixed; in addition to spiritual energy, there is also malevolent energy, resentment, and hostility in the air.

Countless negative energies converge, ultimately creating this environment that is hated by both humans and dogs.

Of course, this place is an unclean place that is hated by cultivators from the outside world, but for the guy who was born and raised here, it is paradise, his newbie village!

At this moment, deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, a blood-red figure flashed by, wandering and rising and falling within the sea of ​​blood.

He looked so relaxed and carefree, as if he were strolling through a back garden!

Well, actually, this place is indeed his backyard!

In the vast Netherworld Blood Sea, he was the only living being. He was essentially the master of the Netherworld Blood Sea, and the entire Netherworld Blood Sea belonged to him. How could he not be content?

That's right!

This figure was none other than the future leader of the Asura Cult, the Lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea, Styx!

Finally, when the River Styx stopped, blood waves surged beneath their feet, and a sea of ​​blood rolled on.

He took a deep breath of the turbid spiritual energy, his somewhat peculiar and prominent face filled with contentment!

This is his territory, his training ground, his garden!

This entire Netherworld Blood Sea is his!

No matter how good things are outside, they can't compare to his Netherworld Blood Sea!

There's no place like home!

"I suppose none of those guys in the primordial world have a dojo bigger than mine!" Styx said smugly, still quite proud of himself in this regard.

"It's these vengeful spirits..."

Styx looked at the remnant souls drifting endlessly in the sea of ​​blood with some displeasure.

This is his territory, yet these vengeful spirits and remnants appear from time to time.

He was utterly annoyed by these vengeful spirits and lingering souls. He would deal with one batch, only to have another batch arrive. Before he could finish dealing with the previous batch, another one would appear.

As time went on, he lost track of how far he had progressed and how many vengeful spirits and remnants he had dealt with!

All he knew was that his sanctuary was vast, and he would deal with whatever came his way, then turn back to deal with other things once he was done…

Yes, although these days are tedious and boring, and he talks a lot about how to deal with them, his body is still very honest. Even after dealing with all the remnant souls in one area, he can't calm down and runs to a more distant place to deal with more remnant souls...

In short, from the moment he was born until now, he has either been dealing with remnant souls or on his way to deal with remnant souls. To this day, he hasn't even finished traversing the Netherworld Blood Sea...

It wasn't that he didn't want to finish the journey; it was simply that the Netherworld Blood Sea was far too vast.

"Ugh, waking up every day in this endless dojo is pure torture... and I have to face all of you freaks every day..."

Styx curled his lip, waved his hand, and a bloody light appeared. In an instant, he captured several remnant souls in front of him.

This is his sanctuary; these guys coming uninvited is an invasion!

Even if these guys have lost their intelligence, even if they didn't enter the Netherworld Blood Sea on their own initiative, to him they are still an intruder!

And the invaders' fate was...

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

With a slight exertion, Styx unleashed a swirling crimson light, causing the remnants of spirits held in his grasp to wail and writhe in agony, wisps of black smoke rising from their bodies.

That was endless resentment, that was the malevolent aura of a lingering spirit.

Once the resentment and malevolence of the spirit are completely cleared away, only the purest soul remains.

Even if this is just a remnant soul, it is the purest remnant soul.

With a thought, Styx's palm was surrounded by blood-red light. Those remnant souls were compressed and refined, and finally condensed into eight beads of different colors!

Soul Bead!

Sensing the power emanating from the Soul Beads, Styx focused his gaze on one of the pale golden beads, a smile playing on his lips: "Not bad, it actually contains a remnant soul of an ancient Taiyi Golden Immortal! At least it can strengthen a trace of my divine soul's origin!"

At this moment, Styx was in a very good mood.

Yes, that's actually why he went to such lengths to deal with the remnant souls.

In the past, the Styx River only used the method of direct annihilation to deal with those remnant souls.

However, as time went on, Styx saw more and more remnant souls, and he began to tire of this thankless task.

He's even started to give up.

Until he encountered a creature that didn't look like a dragon, phoenix, or qilin, and was also quite different from other normal creatures in the prehistoric world.

That was a remnant soul shrouded in demonic energy!

Even though he was already crippled, the overwhelming demonic energy still terrified him.

He couldn't help but want to find out who this guy was.

Finally, after tireless exploration, he finally found a way to peer into the memories of a soul, and then, unable to resist, he peered into the memories of that remnant soul filled with overwhelming demonic energy...

My memories are fragmented.

Styx saw the prosperity of the Western lands, the ancient demonic sects, the legendary Demon Ancestor Rahu, and the earth-shattering battle of the Dragon-Han Calamity!

In the end, this guy fell, his remnant soul drifting aimlessly, and unknowingly fell into the Netherworld Blood Sea, then drifted in a daze until he encountered the River Styx!

His memories were incomplete; after all, he was just a remnant soul, but he still made the River Styx sweat profusely...

In particular, the oppressive aura of the Demon Ancestor Rahu was so powerful that with just one glance, it seemed as if he could see through endless time and space and see himself in the future.

The sense of oppression was overwhelming.

The word "demon" was also thoroughly etched into Styx's heart.

Even demonic energy possesses extremely strong infectious and corrosive power.

If he hadn't achieved so much in his cultivation and had a clear enough understanding of himself, he probably would have been invaded by that demonic energy, lost his mind, and fallen into demonic ways.

Demons are utterly ruthless; they'll stop at nothing to achieve anything that benefits them, even if it means destroying the entire world.

He kills to refine his soul, is ruthless and cruel, acts recklessly, and does everything only according to his own will and what is in his own best interest.

What does it matter if they are fellow disciples or even parents and siblings, as long as it benefits oneself?

Kill those who should be killed, refine those whose souls should be refined, and devour those who should be devoured!

Do whatever you want!

Even if Styx had no morals, he still couldn't help but break out in a sweat after seeing the behavior of some members of the demonic cult.

However, none of these are the main points...

The key point is the methods these members of the demonic cult use to kill and refine souls!

These members of the demonic sect, in order to improve themselves in all aspects, need to simultaneously advance both their cultivation level and their spiritual soul.

This naturally led to the emergence of vicious methods such as killing to refine souls.

Refining other people's souls into soul beads and consuming them strengthens one's divine soul and enhances oneself.

Their strength is increasing rapidly.

Although Styx was somewhat reluctant to try, seeing so many remnant souls in the Netherworld Blood Sea, he couldn't resist giving it a shot...

In just a moment, he almost escaped his previously monotonous life.

The feeling of comfort after swallowing the Soul Pearl was indescribable.

The feeling of spiritual fulfillment and elevation captivated him.

From that moment on, he plunged headlong into the soul-refining process, never to return!

"Gurgle!"

At this moment, Styx swallowed all eight Soul Pearls at once. No need to refine them, just swallow them and the Soul Pearls would naturally increase his soul!

This is the method of the demonic path!

Everything should be focused on improving myself!

Feeling the growth of his soul and the strengthening of his spirit, Styx smiled once again.

"Just a little bit more... just a little bit more, and my divine soul will be able to achieve the Great Luo! Achieving the Great Luo with one's divine soul, even in today's prehistoric world, would probably be unique!" Styx grinned maliciously, looking forward to the moment when his divine soul would prove itself to be a Great Luo.

"Boom!"

However, at that very moment, the entire Netherworld Blood Sea suddenly trembled!

"Splash!"

The sea of ​​blood suddenly surged backward, rushing against the current in a certain direction like a roaring mountain.

The blood waves surged to the sky, and the stench of blood was overwhelming!

The Styx River paused, gazing blankly into the distance.

What happened?

He instinctively sensed something was wrong, his heart sank, and the next second, his entire body transformed into a streak of blood light, rapidly fleeing in the direction of the surging sea of ​​blood.

Finally, he arrived at the source of the raging sea of ​​blood and saw the figure hovering above the sea of ​​blood, radiating brilliant golden light!

That person was inhaling rapidly with their mouth open!

That person devoured the immeasurable sea of ​​blood in the netherworld!

Holy crap?

Styx was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene.

Holy crap, someone's wrecked my house?

(End of this chapter)