Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 111 The Styx Proves Dao, the Mosquito Daoist is Born

As the group from the West departed, Yuanshi's expression darkened slightly. He looked at the Twelve Immortals of Kunlun, and a solemn atmosphere filled the room.

Do you know where you went wrong today?

"We disciples are no match for the Western disciples, and have disgraced our Yuqing lineage."

Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi were filled with unease. In this Western Daoist debate, their Yuqing lineage suffered a crushing defeat.

If it weren't for the Shangqing lineage turning the tide, if the news of today's discussion spread, who knows how the world would describe the Yuqing lineage.

"Wrong!"

Yuan Shi's voice turned serious, "What good is winning by relying on sophistry? You should act decisively and swiftly when you sense that the other party is trying to use sophistry, leaving them no chance to argue."

"Disciple understands."

The Twelve Golden Immortals bowed and admitted their mistake.

"Gongming, you are very good. If it weren't for you, Kunlun would really not be a match for the West in this debate."

Taiqing sighed in admiration and casually waved his hand, and a purple-gold gourd appeared in mid-air.

With a slight shake, a perfectly round, nine-striped, dazzling golden pill flew out and landed in Zhao Gongming's palm.

"This is the Nine-Turn Golden Pill that my senior master has just refined. It can build an unparalleled foundation for your cultivation and make the most perfect preparation for you to become a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Please accept it."

"Thank you, Senior Uncle."

Zhao Gongming took the golden pill, said nothing, and put it away directly.

"Brother, what are you doing? The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun are one body. What Gongming has done is simply his duty. Why should he be bestowed with a treasure?"

Tongtian tried to deflect the criticism, but the pride on his face was impossible to hide.

Just then, a huge roar suddenly came, and then the Kunlun Mountains began to tremble slightly.

The next moment, a tremendous sound resounded throughout the heavens and the earth, across the four seas and eight wastelands.

"By the Heavenly Dao above, I, the Ancestor of the Styx River, created 100,000 Asuras within the Blood Sea to dispel the boundless malevolent energy and perfect the beings within. May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

"What happened? Is that Styx about to become a saint?"

The Three Pure Ones' expressions changed slightly, and their primordial spirit power at the Quasi-Saint Great Perfection level spread out wildly, extending towards the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Besides the Three Pure Ones, this voice also attracted countless powerful beings from the primordial world.

Western Zhunti, Jieyin, the demon emperor Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, the twelve ancestral witches of Buzhou Mountain, the Queen Mother of the West, and Zhen Yuanzi.

Almost all the powerful beings were awakened in an instant, and then their eyes turned to the direction of the Netherworld Blood Sea in the northern part of the prehistoric land.

A huge wave of emotion surged in their hearts. Could the Styx River be the second saint of the primordial world?

In the desolate northern lands, in the dark and bloody sea, neither fish nor shrimp can thrive, and even floating feathers cannot float.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a raging sea of ​​blood constantly churning and rising.

A thick, bloody, malevolent aura wafted over, making one want to vomit.

At the center of the Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor stood atop the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus.

His entire body radiated the unbridled power of a Quasi-Saint at the Great Perfection level.

Around him were hundreds of thousands of figures, large and small.

These are the Asuras created by Styx, numbering a total of 100,000.

It was formed from the supreme malevolent energy accumulated by the Styx River over hundreds of millions of years using the Netherworld Blood Sea.

These bloodthirsty energies, settling and accumulating deep within the sea of ​​blood, in the darkness, give rise to boundless karmic forces.

With great supernatural powers, Styx transformed this bloodthirsty energy into the Asura race, thereby indirectly dissolving the karma carried by the primordial Heavenly Dao.

These Asuras are all sorts of strange and powerful men, but all of them are ugly. The women, on the other hand, are slender, charming, and beautiful, with a touch of bewitching allure in their stunning beauty!

As the Styx's voice faded, a thunderous roar suddenly resounded from the heavens.

Then, a large cloud of merit and celebration appeared in the heavens, and then poured into Styx's body.

But in a place unseen, another portion of merit flowed into the bottom of a sea of ​​blood, into a giant black egg.

As merit entered his body, the aura within Styx rose accordingly, but soon, as the auspicious clouds of merit dissipated, he once again fell into a bottleneck of constraint.

Styx's face instantly darkened, his expression filled with resentment, and he roared to the sky once more.

"By the Heavenly Dao above, I, the Ancestor of the Styx River, created 100,000 Asuras within the Blood Sea to dispel the boundless malevolent energy and perfect the beings within. May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

This time, however, only a few muffled thunderclaps echoed in the heavens, and not even auspicious clouds of merit were formed.

A profound sense of disappointment welled up in Styx's heart.

"Why could Nuwa, who created humans, attain sainthood, but I cannot? Is it merely because I lack a wisp of primordial purple energy?"

Styx was filled with resentment, but there was nothing he could do. Back when the Primordial Purple Qi was divided up in Zixiao Palace, there were only seven paths in total.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Zhunti, Jieyin, and Hongyun each had one. Hongyun was hunted down by the Heavenly Court and died. The wisp of primordial purple energy disappeared without a trace.

Of the remaining six, Nuwa has already attained enlightenment, so there's no need to even think about it. As for the Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, and Jieyin, he's not afraid of any of them in a one-on-one confrontation.

However, the other party is not alone, and obtaining the Primordial Purple Qi is no less difficult than ascending to heaven.

For Styx, the path of attaining enlightenment through merit was practically a viable option. As for choosing to sever the three corpses to attain enlightenment...

Not to mention, the method of severing the three corpses to attain enlightenment has been established by the Dao Ancestor for so many years. Countless people have cultivated it, but apart from the Dao Ancestor himself, who else has been seen to attain enlightenment by severing the three corpses?

The primordial world is vast and boundless. The three thousand guests of Zixiao in the past have now all transformed into top cultivators in the primordial world. Styx knows at least three of them who, through the cultivation method of severing the three corpses, severed their three corpses and reached the Great Perfection of Quasi-Saint, but they just cannot prove the Dao. It is as if the road ahead is cut off and they cannot cross it.

With immense resentment, the Styx River sank into the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Despite Styx's failure to attain enlightenment, countless powerful beings in the primordial world were not disappointed; instead, they felt a surge of immense joy.

The Styx Ancestor has long resided in the Blood Sea Styx River. He is eccentric, arrogant, and has few friends.

Moreover, he loved killing and had no taboos. Any living being that ventured into the Netherworld Blood Sea would eventually turn into white bones deep within the sea.

This is a cultivator whom all the great powers of the prehistoric world are extremely wary of.

Once Styx attains enlightenment, who knows how the entire primordial world will change.

At the same time, a great sorrow arose in the hearts of some powerful beings.

Merit and virtue are essential for attaining enlightenment, but the primordial purple energy is indispensable. Slaying the three corpses to attain enlightenment is like a flower in a mirror or the moon in water. So where does their future lie?

Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, the land is littered with white bones. The cold, bloody waters churn constantly, and the thick stench of blood is nauseating.

Amidst countless white bones, a giant black egg trembled slightly, as if possessing immense vitality, rising and falling. The black eggshell emitted faint glows, a dense black light that seemed to possess the property of devouring everything, engulfing everything around it.

After an unknown amount of time, the black giant egg began to vibrate even more violently.

The next moment, a cracking sound suddenly came from the pitch-black shell that could devour everything.

Then, cracks appeared on the black shell, and a long, sharp mouth protruded from it.

Then, its head, chest, and abdomen emerged one after another, with a pair of compound eyes on its head flashing with a sinister light, exuding a cunning and greedy aura.

Finally, a pair of wings almost as big as its body slowly emerged, and this creature born from the sea of ​​blood crawled out directly from the giant black egg.

Looking at it again now, you can see that it is actually an enormous mosquito.

It was born with an aura that was already at the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"Damn Styx River, it devoured your Mosquito Grandpa's essence millions of years ago. If it weren't for that, why would Mosquito Grandpa only be born now?"

That's right, the big-patterned creature in front of us is none other than the Mosquito Taoist, famous throughout the primordial world.

Born from a sea of ​​blood, it is a primordial species, naturally possessing the laws of devouring and space.

During the Investiture of the Gods, he was captured by Zhunti, one of the two Western Saints. Then, the Guide Daoist handed the Mosquito Daoist over to the White Lotus Boy for safekeeping.

Unexpectedly, the White Lotus Boy was caught off guard and released the Mosquito Taoist.

As a result, Guiling Shengmu, one of the three great saints of the Jie Sect, was directly drained dry by Mosquito Daoren.

Then, Mosquito Taoist secretly infiltrated the West and absorbed three grades of the West's twelve-grade treasure for suppressing fortune, reducing it from twelve grades to nine grades, causing huge losses to the West.

"It's a pity that a portion of my essence was absorbed by that old monster from the Styx River. Otherwise, as one of the first beings created after the creation of the world, how could I only have this much cultivation?"

Mosquito Taoist's eyes were full of complaints. He shook his head, stretched out his huge mouthparts, and began to suck the black shell that had given birth to him.

(End of this chapter)