Chapter 273: The Way of Hou Tu, heading to the Netherworld and Sea of ​​Blood?
The sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

The ancestor of the Styx was bathing in the merits of the Heavenly Dao, with brilliant light flashing within his soul. A golden wheel the size of an abbot gradually took shape. It was obvious that he was condensing the golden wheel of merit.

But if you want to be truly successful, there is still a long way to go.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Minghe, you now have more cards to save your life!"

"If you can gain more Heavenly Dao merits in the future, your Golden Wheel of Merit will be complete. By then, even the Heavenly Dao Saints like us will not dare to harm you easily."

"In terms of steadiness and modesty, I am willing to call you the ancestor!"

Master Tongtian said with a joking look on his face, teasing the old man of the Styx.

When the Three Pure Ones were born, they were protected by the great virtues.

The golden wheel of merit of the ancestor of the Styx is like a firefly competing with the bright moon in front of them, and there is a huge difference between the two.

"Thank you for the compliment, Daoist Tongtian!"

"I comprehended the Yellow Spring Sword Dao, and was summoned by the order of the earth. Then I followed the trend of the heaven and opened up the Yellow Spring to give the remaining souls of the prehistoric world a home and a chance to practice again."

"But within tens of thousands of years, no residual soul can escape from the underworld, because my action has some drawbacks, which have been enlightened by Hongjun Daozu."

The ancestor of the Styx put away his magic power and magic treasures, bowed to the Master Tongtian and said.

Several people sat cross-legged on the auspicious clouds and talked happily.

"With the Yellow Spring Sword Dao and the Yellow Spring that he opened up, Fellow Daoist Minghe's fortunes will probably be even higher in the future!"

"But I want to remind you that the Way of Blood is your foundation. Although the Yellow Spring Sword Way fits your Yuan Tu Sword and Abi Sword, it is ultimately an auxiliary means."

Master Tongtian pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

By practicing the Blood Path Buddha Sutra, the path of the Styx Patriarch is obvious.

Moreover, as the lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea, using the endless flow of blood as a source of energy is icing on the cake and has infinite uses.

"Thank you for the reminder, Daoist Friend Tongtian. This old ancestor will never forget his original intention!"

"The realm of cultivation is the hard truth! What I want is to use the blood path to break the shackles of realm and the barrier of mana, and achieve the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian."

The Styx Patriarch said with full confidence.

His fists were clenched and his face was determined.

Seeing this, Master Tongtian finally felt relieved.

The ancestor of the Styx is an innate deity that is valued by his disciple Muchen. If he goes astray because of the Yellow Springs Sword Path, the loss will be great.

"Since fellow Daoist Minghe can be summoned by the underground tunnel, it is obvious that you have obtained some kind of good fortune. From now on, you can practice in the Netherworld Blood Sea with peace of mind and guard the Yellow Springs."

Taoist Hongyun said mysteriously.

He obviously knew something about completing the ancient land veins and opening up the underworld.

It's just that he couldn't say it openly.

"Great!"

The old man of the Styx nodded in response, with a look of gratitude in his eyes.

Taoist Hongyun is also a very good person.

For a moment, countless emotions arose in the heart of the Old Ancestor of the Styx.

Comprehend the Yellow Spring Sword Art and open up the Yellow Spring in the netherworld and sea of ​​blood.

This storm is brewing in the prehistoric world.

Far away in Mount Buzhou, Hou Tu, the ancestor witch in Pangu Temple, sat cross-legged under the statue of the great god Pangu, her eyes shining with vast brilliance, sensing the opportunity that was about to be grasped.

"The netherworld, the sea of ​​blood, the underworld, the underground tunnel."

"What exactly is my Tao?"

Hou Tu had a bewildered look on her face. The so-called Tao seemed to be within reach, but in reality it was so far away.

While sensing this opportunity in Pangu Temple, Hou Tu fell into a state of stagnation and ultimately failed to comprehend the profound truth.

"Sister Hou Tu, what on earth have you realized?" "Ever since the old man of the Styx opened up the Yellow Spring, you have been talking to yourself in a mysterious way. Your appearance and actions really scared me!"

Di Jiang frowned and spoke slowly.

If he had not been in Pangu Palace, he would have suspected that some powerful being was plotting against Hou Tu.

Today, Hou Tu is only one step away from that magic door, but even though she is intelligent and has a clear mind, she cannot move forward even a single step, and will instead run the risk of going astray.

"The way to attain the primordial state can also be the way to become a saint!"

“It is also my own way, but I can’t grasp the essence and opportunity after all.”

Hou Tu said somewhat dejectedly.

As the words fell, they echoed in Pangu Palace.

If you don’t say anything shocking, you will die!
Hou Tu's voice was clear, but it was like a muffled thunder striking everyone's heart.

"The Way of Hun Yuan?"

Ancestor Kunpeng looked confused and blinked his eyes.

Hou Tu, are you going to attain enlightenment?
is it possible?
Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, although Hou Tu is quick-witted, her cultivation is not the strongest.

Sitting in Pangu Temple, he suddenly attained enlightenment.

This was a bit of a dream for Patriarch Kunpeng, because he had been using the primordial purple energy to comprehend the way of the Heavenly Saint for thousands of years, but had not yet figured out any mysterious method.

Even the free and easy road that I learned about not long ago seems to be a long way off.

"I am really a waste!"

Ancestor Kunpeng was filled with sadness.

Even though he had the Hongmeng Purple Qi in his hand, he gained nothing.

Hou Tu had no one to rely on, but she found the way of Hunyuan, or in other words, she seized the opportunity to prove her way and become a saint.

Isn’t the difference between the two obvious?
Ancestor Kunpeng was somewhat injured.

"If this is true, then it is a big deal for our Wu clan! Brother Dijiang has reached the state of perfection in his understanding of the laws of space, and I have already achieved the state of Hunyuan."

"If Sister Hou Tu can achieve the status of a saint or the Dao Fruit of the Primordial Chaos, then in this primitive world, my Wu clan will be invincible. It is only natural for us to become the master of the three realms."

"Inheriting the will of Father Pangu and educating all races and sentient beings will soon be accomplished."

Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyebrows and spoke to everyone.

Through the long river of time, he realized that the witch clan would face a terrible disaster in the future.

But in front of real strength, everything is nothing.

As long as the Wu clan is strong enough, and with the support of Brother Sanqing, the position of overlord of all clans will not fall into the Wu clan, right?
"Friend Zhu Jiuyin, you are a little impatient again!"

"The war between wizards and liches is in line with the general trend, but if we pursue the position of overlord, I am afraid it will cause great trouble."

Ancestor Kunpeng sighed and reminded Zhu Jiuyin.

Compared to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the ominous aura of catastrophe on him is much weaker.

That is why one can understand the heart of Tao and keep the mind clear.

Even though Zhu Jiuyin has already attained the state of Hun Yuan, he is unable to see the situation clearly like the old ancestor Kunpeng, and seek benefits and avoid harm. If he is not careful, he will fall into the trap!

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, for the reminder!"

"I was indeed reckless just now!"

Zhu Jiuyin said with lingering fear.

Even if one creates the Hunyuan Dao Fruit, one cannot escape from the catastrophe.

Perhaps, only by severing ties with the Witch Clan can one see through the fog, but is Zhu Jiuyin willing?
"My brothers, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng!"

"I am going to the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood. My path seems to be related to the underground tunnel and the underworld."

(End of this chapter)