"Boom!"
The rolling Karma of Establishing a Sect descended, continuously pouring into Styx's body, and Styx's Cultivation once again climbed, the Aura he emitted growing stronger and stronger.
Feeling his strength increase, Styx couldn't help but laugh heartily, his heart filled with excitement.
Heaven doesn't fail those who try!
It was pitiful that he, a powerful being who Cultivated the Dao of Slaughter, went to research the Dao of Creation, exhausting all methods, and only by resorting to trickery and cheating did he luckily succeed in creating the Asura.
However, it seemed because of this, the Karma he received was simply incomparable to the Karma Nuwa received when she created the Human Race.
Even with all the Karma from creating the Asura, he still hadn't become a Saint.
He was stuck at the last step, stuck at Quasi-Saint Perfection.
But a new hope emerged! A new hope!
He decisively and resolutely tried to establish the Asura Teaching again, and surprisingly, he gained Karma once more.
At this moment, as the Karma of Establishing a Sect descended, his Cultivation continued to climb.
Vaguely, Styx seemed to have already felt that supreme Realm, incredibly close to him.
Within reach!
Within a hair's breadth!
It was as if there was only a layer of window paper, which could be pierced with a single poke.
One step across, and he could enter that Realm.
Like the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, he, Styx, could also become a Saint.
However—
It was at this very moment that Styx suddenly felt a wave of emptiness.
The Karma that had been continuously descending upon him stopped once again.
All the Karma from Establishing a Sect was used up!
But he still hadn't become a Saint!
Although his Cultivation was much deeper than before, he was still at Quasi-Saint Perfection.
What was going on?
How was this possible?
Styx's face instantly turned pale.
The two successive blows seemed to be telling him.
Without Hongmeng Purple Qi, it was impossible for him to imitate the Saints in becoming a Saint!
To become a Saint, one must have Hongmeng Purple Qi.
On Mount Sumeru, Senior Brother Jieyin and Zhunti looked at this scene, exchanged glances, and both shook their heads.
Zhunti sneered, seemingly disdainful.
At this moment, they were finally relieved.
Without Hongmeng Purple Qi, no matter how closely Styx imitated, first creating the Asura, then establishing the Asura Teaching.
Even if Styx made forty-eight great grand vows, he still wouldn't be able to become a Saint.
In this world, the number of Hongmeng Purple Qi is limited, and similarly, the number of Saints is also limited.
It's not something one can easily achieve just by being a little clever, having a bit of cunning, or resorting to small tricks.
Outside the Thirty-three Heavens, in Wa Huang Palace, Nuwa slightly shook her head, seemingly a bit regretful.
Although Styx had achieved certain results in comprehending the Dao of Creation, and even cleverly created the Asura.
But without Hongmeng Purple Qi, all of it ultimately amounted to nothing.
He ultimately couldn't become a Saint, and all his efforts were in vain.
In Kunlun Mountain, Laozi was indifferent, Yuanshi scoffed, and Tongtian sighed with emotion, their attitudes clearly different regarding Styx's failure to become a Saint.
"Heavenly Dao is unfair!"
On the Sea of Blood, Styx finally couldn't help but roar.
But the next moment—
A bolt of lightning streaked through the Void Realm, suddenly descending and striking Styx's body.
Styx immediately let out a miserable cry and was knocked into the Sea of Blood.
The Asura in the Sea of Blood panicked and quickly pulled Styx out, placing him on the twelfth grade karma fire red lotus.
Styx looked as if he was on his last breath.
As long as the Sea of Blood doesn't dry up, Styx won't die.
A bolt of lightning from the Heavenly Dao naturally couldn't take Styx's life, but Styx at this moment was heartbroken!
...
The world is vast, and time flows on.
Soon, another two thousand years passed.
The commotion surrounding Styx's attempt to become a Saint had gradually subsided by now.
In its place was the main theme of the Great Desolation once again—the conflict between the Witch and Yao Race.
As the Great Tribulation approached, the Tribulation Qi in the world became increasingly pervasive.
That tense and oppressive atmosphere also grew heavier and heavier.
Both races were nervously preparing for war.
It was as if a decisive battle could break out at any moment.
On this day, in Mount Buzhou, the large cocoon that had been incubating for several thousand years finally slowly cracked open.
And from within the large cocoon, a figure slowly emerged.
Another Ancestor Witch Incarnation of Lin Yang.
A human body with a snake tail, seven hands behind, two hands in front, holding a Teng Snake, precisely the Ancestor of Earth Witch.
What relieved Lin Yang was that when this Ancestor Witch Incarnation transformed into human form, its gender was the same as his—male.
This was good, saving him from being forcibly bent into a cross-dressing big shot.
After Lin Yang named this Ancestor of Earth Witch Incarnation Pan Huang, he, as usual, sent him away.
And his Ancestor Witch Incarnations also seemed to be at odds with the two stars, Sun Star and Taiyin Star.
After leaving Mount Buzhou, Pan Huang went straight to the Sun Star, and with Pan Xuan's reception, Pan Huang also entered the core of the Sun Star.
This also made Lin Yang extremely speechless, imagining what expressions Emperor Jun and Taiyi would have if they one day discovered.
That a nest of Ancestor Witches was hidden in their lair?
They would probably be scared stiff on the spot, right?
However, Lin Yang had always adhered to the principle of 'I won't offend if not offended,' and had never thought of harming Emperor Jun or Taiyi.
Therefore, he wouldn't scare them like that!
After sending Pan Huang away, Lin Yang continued to sleep.
Four thousand years later, Lin Yang's Cultivation successfully Breakthrough, advancing from Quasi-Saint Middle Stage to Quasi-Saint Late Stage.
Lin Yang continued to sleep.
In the blink of an eye, another thirteen thousand years passed.
On this day, the System's prompt sound woke Lin Yang.
"Ding, the Divine Grade Choice System has issued a mission: The Yao Race is about to slaughter the Human Race to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword. Please, Host, go and stop them."
"Option One: Accept the mission. You will receive the Human Race's Luck Spirit Treasure, the kongtong seal, and the top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure, the Wu Ji Apricot Yellow Flag."
"Option Two: Reject the mission. You will receive the top-grade Innate Spiritual Root, the Yellow Middle Plum, and two drops of pangu essence blood."
"?????"
Listening to the only two options given by the System, Lin Yang couldn't help but fall silent.
The Yao Race is slaughtering the Human Race.
The Human Race's great tribulation is coming!
This great tribulation was also the most tragic one the Human Race ever encountered.
It almost led to the extinction of the Human Race from the Great Desolation.
Facing the slaughter by the Yao Race, the Human Race cried out to Heaven, but Heaven did not respond; they cried out to Earth, but Earth did not respond.
Even Empress Nuwa, who was the Holy Mother of the Human Race, and the Grand Pure Saint, who established the Human Teaching.
They all remained high above, watching coldly.
Only at the very last moment did they emerge to barely preserve the Human Race from annihilation.
Just imagine, how heartless was that?
And how desperate was the Human Race at that time?
Although Lin Yang's memories of his previous life were very brief compared to this life, they were still his memories.
Indelible memories.
His previous life was as a human, and although he is not of the Human Race in this life, how could he bear to see the Human Race endure such a great tribulation?
As for the so-called Heavenly Dao's grand trend, or that the Human Race cannot become the protagonist of heaven and earth without experiencing this tribulation.
That is even more absurd.
Did the Witch Race experience such a great tribulation?
Did the Yao Race experience it?
Or did the Dragon Clan, Phoenix, and Qilin Clan experience it?
It was simply because the Human Race was truly weak.
Moreover, the Saints felt it wasn't enough, and this great tribulation consumed all the Innate Human Race powerhouses among the Human Race.
As a result, the Human Race later could no longer escape the control of the Saints.
The Human Race completely became a tool for the Saints to steal the Luck of heaven and earth.
At this moment, Lin Yang really wanted to choose Option One.
But Lin Yang also knew.
Once he chose Option One.
What he would face would not just be Emperor Jun, not just the Yao Race.
But the Saints.
The Saints would not allow him to disrupt the grand trend of the Heavenly Dao.
They would not let him protect the Human Race.
With Lin Yang's current strength, he would simply not be a match for the Saints.