Honghuang: It makes sense that there are four Sanqing, right?

Xu Qing chatted with the Three Pure Ones and others for a while, only mentioning that he had accidentally obtained the inheritance of the Emotional Demon God, and that he had received a treasure bestowed by Hongjun, without mentioning the Jade Disc of Creation.

The Three Pure Ones congratulated Xu Qing, which made the powerful figures behind them feel even more uncomfortable.

"Luckily I didn't let you act out, otherwise you would have caused a huge disaster."

Di Jun's pupils contracted, and he transmitted his voice to Tai Yi, feeling relieved.

Taiyi nodded reluctantly, he had to admit that Dijun was right.

Decades later, the Three Pure Ones invited Xu Qing to establish a Taoist temple on Kunlun Mountain. Xu Qing had no reason to refuse, and the four of them went their separate ways.

During this period, most of the three thousand mortals from Zixiao Palace also left and returned to their caves to continue their cultivation.

The Styx River was among them, flying towards the depths of the Blood Sea, seated on a twelve-petaled karmic fire red lotus, with two flying swords, Avici Yuantu, hanging from its body, its killing intent overwhelming.

In the shadows, Kunpeng, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw this scene. Most innate great powers have their own magical treasures, and the Styx River, which occupies the Blood Sea, is even richer.

In contrast, Kunpeng had nothing of value and no impressive magical treasures.

Shaking its head to suppress its greed, Kunpeng slowly flew towards the River Styx.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, please wait!"

Styx frowned slightly upon hearing Kunpeng's shout.

Leaving aside the fact that Kunpeng offended eight powerful figures in Zixiao Palace, one could say that normally, he and Kunpeng lived separately in the Blood Sea and the Northern Sea, with no contact between them. So why would he suddenly seek him out?

With this thought in mind, Styx, who cultivated the path of slaughter, snorted coldly and replied:

"Kunpeng, what brings you here?"

"Fellow Daoist Styx, you must have witnessed what happened at Zixiao Palace. What are your thoughts?"

Kunpeng was somewhat displeased, but he could only ignore it for the moment and continue speaking with difficulty.

"Ha, the Three Pure Ones may be bullying people, and the two Westerners are even more despicable, but you are also ridiculously stupid."

"Fellow Daoist Styx, you are mistaken. It is the Three Pure Ones who have gone too far. Jieyin even forcibly occupied my futon, which is why I was so angry that I took the wrong path."

I'm not here to discuss right and wrong, but simply to offer a reminder, Fellow Daoist Styx, have you discerned anything amiss?"

Kunpeng's anger intensified, and he made up his mind that he would kill Styx if he had the chance in the future.

Styx was completely unaware of Kunpeng's inner thoughts; instead, he became curious about Kunpeng's words.

"I don't know, what do you mean?"

"In the Zixiao Palace, most of the powerful figures with names and surnames support each other. To say nothing of the distant ones, just look at those six people on the futons."

The Three Pure Ones need no further explanation. Although Jieyin and Zhunti do not need noodles, they are as close as brothers. Even Nuwa has Fuxi by her side.

Without futons, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Zhen Yuan, Hong Yun, and Hou Tu also had eleven ancestral witches behind them.

Only you and I, alone and isolated, though sheltered by the Blood Sea and the Northern Darkness, are destined to be barred from all opportunities in this vast primordial world.

Kunpeng blurted out that he had come here to form an alliance with Styx. Although it was somewhat unexpected that Styx had offended him with his careless words, forming an alliance with Styx was still more in his best interest at present.

Styx wasn't stupid; he immediately understood Kunpeng's meaning. After pondering for a moment, he felt that what Kunpeng said made a lot of sense, but he was still uneasy and asked:

"Your actions in Zixiao Palace have already offended many powerful figures. If I were to form an alliance with you, I would likely become the target of everyone's criticism, and it would be even more difficult for me to find a place to live in the prehistoric world."

"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken. It was the Three Pure Ones who made the first move and owe me a debt of karma. Since the three of them are focused on cultivation, they would certainly not take the initiative to cause me trouble."

Furthermore, everyone in Zixiao Palace has witnessed Jieyin and Zhunti's actions, and the probability of Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun forming an alliance with them is extremely low.

Therefore, the worst-case scenario is a two-on-two situation. Given my extreme speed and your killing power, fellow Daoist, there's no need to worry.

Kunpeng knew that Styx was already interested, so he immediately used the words he had prepared.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, please don't be hasty. This matter is of great importance. Please allow me to think about it some more."

Styx had been persuaded, and his address had quietly changed, but he felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Fellow Daoist, what else is there to worry about? Let me tell you, I have also formed an alliance with Di Jun and Tai Yi. From now on, the four of us can roam freely throughout the prehistoric world."

"Okay, I promise."

Styx had nothing to say and could only agree.

Kunpeng agreed upon hearing this and agreed to go together at the next Zixiao sermon before flying back to Beiming.

Before the great calamity began, tranquility was the dominant theme of the primordial world, and several hundred years passed quietly.

On this day, on Mount Buzhou, two innate spiritual plants were about to mature, revealing their secrets. The sky was filled with radiant light and dazzling colors.

"They're here."

Xu Qing awoke from his seclusion and walked out of the cave, and the Three Pure Ones also emerged one after another.

"My three elder brothers, these are the gourd vines and banana trees I mentioned earlier."

"I want to see if this treasure is really as miraculous as you say."

With a laugh, the four of them transformed into streaks of light and each used their own methods to fly towards Mount Buzhou.

Decades have passed, and Buzhou Mountain has gathered many powerful beings, waiting for the spiritual plants to mature.

The gourd vine matured first, and suddenly burst forth with golden light, revealing seven precious gourds that hung in mid-air. Each gourd carried the laws of the Great Dao, causing the heavens and earth to roar.

"It truly is a treasure." The powerful figures present were all taken aback.

The first gourd flew out first, its yin and yang energies circulating and transforming into a phantom image of a Tai Chi symbol.

With swift eyes and hands, Dao De swept his Daoist robe and slipped the purple-gold gourd into his sleeve, calmly remarking, "This treasure is rightfully mine, and it perfectly aligns with the Dao of alchemy."

According to the rules of the primordial world, since the spiritual treasure has come into the hands of Dao De, it means that he is destined to possess it. No one had any intention of snatching it away, and many people even congratulated him.

The second treasure gourd was pure white and imprinted with flying knife patterns. As soon as it flew out, Hongyun Kunpeng used his escape technique to try and seize it.

Kunpeng was slightly faster than Hongyun, but Zhenyuanzi stopped him in advance. Styx reacted the latest and was about to make a move when Hongyun had already taken the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

Kunpeng's eyes were filled with boundless hatred, and he was extremely dissatisfied with the Styx River, but he had no other choice.

Zhen Yuanzi, however, noticed the strangeness of the Styx River and was somewhat surprised. He immediately transmitted his voice to Hongyun, telling him to be careful of the Styx River in the future.

Subsequently, Fuxi deduced that the Gourd of Creation contained an opportunity for Nuwa and seized it ahead of time.

The Water and Fire Gourd was taken by Lingbao, and Dijun and Taiyi had been eyeing the Chaos Gourd for a long time before finally putting it into their possession.

When the Netherworld Gourd appeared, Kunpeng once again seized it and handed it over to the Styx River as agreed.

The last of the Escape Gourds pierced through the void on its own and disappeared, its whereabouts unknown.

After all the magic gourds left, the gourd vines quickly withered and turned to ashes, leaving only a charred, blackened root that fell deep into Buzhou Mountain, perhaps to be left for future generations.

Meanwhile, the Yin-Yang Banana Tree was about to mature. This time, after only a little over ten years, two leaves, one red and one blue, flew out from the banana tree.