Chapter 66: The Three Pure Ones Discuss the Division of the Family and the Establishment of the Underworld River Teachings

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  Wuji and Yuanshi Saint suddenly heard Taishang Saint say inexplicably, "It's time for us to part ways." They couldn't help but feel a bit downhearted. Wuji had gotten along well with the Three Pure Saints over the past hundred years, and they had always shown concern for him. In return, Wuji would occasionally offer them gifts as a sign of respect. Moreover, Wuji had developed feelings for Tongtian Saint through their battles, so he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of parting ways.

  The three saints have been living together since the day they were incarnated, supporting each other. Although there were occasional conflicts in between, they did not affect their overall harmony. Even though they had known beforehand that separation was a natural part of the grand scheme of things, when the time actually came, the three of them could not help but feel a pang of sadness.

  Wuji saw the atmosphere on the scene was a bit dull, so he spoke up: "Teacher, Shifu, the division of the house is just a formality. As long as you and Shifu have that brotherly affection, it's fine. Besides, after the division, no one said you can't come and go."

  Yuanshi Shengren said, "It seems that we are still alike, separation is just a formality, what cannot be separated is the fraternal bond between us." The emotions of Taishang Shengren and Tongtian Shengren also improved, and the Three Pure Ones began to converse with each other.

  Wuji suddenly said: "Master, Shifu, since the division of the house has been decided, I wonder how each of our Daoist temples will be determined." The Supreme Sage saw that his two junior brothers wanted to speak and opened his mouth first: "I previously established my teachings in the Xiyue Mountains and became a saint. The spiritual energy there is not bad either. I only have two disciples now. Wuji has already found his own Daoist temple, leaving only Xuandu behind. We will move to the Bieyuan of Xiyue Mountain as our Daoist temple, and Mount Kunlun will be handed over to you two brothers."

  Yuanshi Saint saw Taishang Saint's humility and originally wanted to give Kunlun Mountain to Taishang Saint as a Daoist temple. Seeing Taishang Saint's firm decision, he couldn't change it anymore. Thinking of himself as the second brother who communicates with Heaven, he should learn from his big brother. Adding that he had been unfair to Tongtian before, he wanted to make up for it and humbly gave Kunlun Mountain to Tongtian as a Daoist temple.

  But unexpectedly, Tongtian Shengren had already spoken up: "Second Brother, let's leave the Kunlun Mountains as your dojo. You should know that those people below us won't be able to last a thousand years without destroying the Kunlun Mountains. Your disciples are scarce, and with just a bit of restraint, the Kunlun Mountains won't deteriorate. After all, this is our memory."

  The Supreme Sage heard the words of Tongtian Sage and thought of the miserable scene where the Kunlun Mountain fairyland was cut off by the teachings of the lower world. He directly spoke out: "Third brother is right, let's still give Kunlun Mountain to the original Taoist temple." Yuan Shi Sage understood that what Tong Tian Sage said was true, and his worries were reasonable. Seeing the enthusiasm of his elder and younger brothers, Yuan Shi Sage had no choice but to agree.

  It wasn't until the four of them mentioned the Daoist temple of Tongtian Shengren that they couldn't help but feel speechless. Tongtian Shengren had agreed so readily, without even thinking about his own place to settle down. In the end, Wuji approached Tongtian Shengren and said, "Third Master Uncle, why don't you be my neighbor? Let's find a Daoist temple in the Eastern Sea?"

  "Alright, nephew, do you have any good suggestions? If not, I'll have to take matters into my own hands." Wuji Dao said, "Nephew doesn't have any good ideas, it's up to Uncle and Master now." The four of them discussed the specifics again, and Wuji Dao said, "Master, Uncle, now that everyone knows our relationship is good, in order to make the play more realistic, I'd better leave Kunlun Mountain first. Otherwise, they might suspect you're just putting on a show because I didn't do anything about it, and that would create an illusion that's hard for me to dispel."

  San Qing heard Wuji's opinion and thought it made sense, so he gladly agreed. Afterwards, Wuji went to Xuandu's cave first and chatted with him about some things. He saw that Xuandu's aura was becoming more and more refined, and had already touched the threshold of the Daluo Golden Immortal Dao fruit. It is worth noting that now is not like the past when Wuji was around, since Hongjun merged with the Heavenly Way, the great dao laws between heaven and earth have become obscure by a hundred times or more. Xuandu, as a daoist, was able to touch the threshold of the Daluo Golden Immortal Dao fruit after ten thousand years, which is not easy to do. Wuji first congratulated Xuandu, then took out ten Huangzhong Li and three Ren Shen fruits to give to him.

  Xuandu had long been accustomed to Yuji's actions over the past few tens of thousands of years, and had become numb to his movements. Yuji always managed to surprise himself. Xuandu naturally picked up Huang Zhongli and Renshengguo.

  Wuji and Xuan had a good chat about their brotherly feelings, then Wuji headed down to Mount Kunlun. Along the way, Wuji wandered aimlessly, seeing only desolation on the Honghuang Continent. Except for the Witch tribe who returned to heaven and earth after death, all other tribes would lose their souls and spirits once they died, with no place to rest, and could only drift and wail on the Honghuang Continent.

  The original witch demon's first war left the vast continent of Honghuang scarred and devastated, with a bleak landscape. The witch tribe suffered billions of casualties, while the demon tribe lost tens of billions. However, the witch tribe was fortunate to have inherited the bloodline of Pangu, which allowed them to possess extraordinary abilities without cultivating their yuan Shen (primordial spirit). As such, when they died, they could transform into heaven and earth, returning to nature.

  In contrast, the demon tribe was different. Except for a few demons born from the primordial chaos, most demons were created through later means, such as birth, hatching, or transformation from objects, spirits, or natural entities. They would absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, take in the essence of the sun and moon, cultivate human form, and then harmonize with the dragon and tiger, grasp the Kan and Li trigrams, before their yuan Shen could be fully formed. This process was laborious, but it allowed for continuous growth in power and cultivation.

  However, when a demon died, its yuan Shen and soul had nowhere to rely on, leaving them to wander aimlessly and wail on the vast continent of Honghuang.

  This allowed the ghost cultivators and evil cultivators of the Primordial World to have a great development premise. These souls either fell into the hands of evil cultivators, who refined them into elixirs and spirit artifacts, or created their own ghost cultivation methods, cultivating themselves into ghost immortals. However, these ghost immortals also attacked and devoured each other's primordial spirits and essence blood to strengthen themselves, all following the law of survival of the fittest in the natural world.

  Then the two tribes of witches and demons slaughtered humans, tens of billions of people died, countless grievances and evil spirits were transformed, floating in the sky and wailing, the vast continent was about to become a purgatory.

  Wuji knew that the time for Hou Tu's reincarnation had arrived, and Wuji walked towards the Hou Tu tribe. For a hundred years, he observed these wandering souls, and Wuji discovered that they all seemed to be thinking of the direction of Youming Blood Sea. At this moment, Wuji suddenly heard a voice piercing through the Hongyuan "Today, I, as your father god, give you the name Ashura tribe, Ashura tribe, establish." However, Wuji knew that Minghe and Nüwa were trying to become saints by creating human tribes.

  These past few days, the Old Ancestor of the Underworld River has been extremely troubled and unable to calm his mind to comprehend the Tao. The female Yao Zu had already attained enlightenment and become a saint, while he himself had once joined forces with the Eastern King Gong and Western Queen Mu to launch a sneak attack on Heaven's Court. As a result, the Underworld River was deeply worried about the future of the Blood Sea, making it impossible for him to focus his mind on cultivation and meditation, and his magical powers had not made much progress in tens of thousands of years.

  The River Styx intended to take a stroll on the Blood Sea, and as soon as he arrived at the surface of the Blood Sea, he saw countless unconscious soul bodies floating everywhere. The blood waves on the Blood Sea were turbulent, and the surrounding area was filled with howling dark winds. Looking at the soul bodies that kept drifting in from the Desolate Heaven and Earth, the River Styx suddenly had an epiphany, thinking of imitating Nüwa's creation of humans to create a new born species.

  As soon as it was done, the Meng River would confine the unconscious soul bodies in the air, merge them with the Blood God Orbs that had been cultivated by itself, and then extract the blood evil energy from the Blood Sea to inject into the merged soul body. The pure blood of its own would be forced out and shot into the brow heart of the soul body. It could be seen that the originally illusory soul Blood God Orb gradually solidified, and finally grew with the wind, continuously growing bigger, and at the same time, there were also differences in gender and shape. In the end, two males and two females appeared. The male was tall and majestic, with a strong killing intent, looking ferocious and terrifying, with a detestable face; but the female was enchanting and charming, with a fiery figure, which was vastly different from the male, and couldn't help but admire the wonder of the creator.

  The river saw the true success of creating a new born race, overjoyed, and continued to merge the unconscious soul bodies on the blood sea with the blood god son, mixing them with its own essence and blood evil spirit energy to constantly create new races, only stopping after hundreds of millions, after all, each newborn tribe had to make sacrifices with their own essence, so hundreds of millions were already the limit of the underworld river. At this time, the underworld river's face was pale and frightening, but between its eyebrows, it revealed infinite joy.

  A million newly born spirits chorused in unison and bowed down, saying: "We salute the Heavenly Father, thanking the Heavenly Father for giving us life!"

  The father of the gods, called Minghe, was satisfied with his heart and felt that any sacrifice was worth it. This is what Wuji heard: "Today, I, Minghe, give you the name of Father God, Ashura, Ashura tribe, stand!"

  The voice of Minghe pierced through the vast expanse, astonishing countless powerful beings who all thought that Minghe would attain sainthood after succeeding Nüwa. Indeed, as soon as Minghe's words fell, a 10,000-zhang Golden Light of Merit descended from the Heavenly Way, enveloping him. As he was bathed in the Golden Light, Minghe's aura continued to rise, reaching the late stage of Quasi-Sainthood and then the peak of Quasi-Sainthood. Unfortunately, his cultivation aura stopped growing when he reached the Great Perfection of Quasi-Sainthood. A golden light appeared on the back of his head, indicating that this person had great merit protecting him, and although he was not a saint, he was not much different from one.

  Minghe saw that this great merit was not directly attaining enlightenment and becoming a saint, but his cultivation realm was stuck at the peak of quasi-sainthood, greatly regretting it. However, he could only lament that he had no foundation for the Great Dao and couldn't attain enlightenment and become a saint. But Minghe Laozu was no longer someone who easily admitted defeat, now he just thought to himself that if he didn't have the Hongmeng Purple Qi, then he would find another way through merit.

  The Ancestral River turned to the six sages of this vast wilderness, apart from Nuwa, all were established as saints. The Ancestral River also had a model to shout at the void: "The Heavenly Way is above, now the Ancestral River pities the newly born Asura tribe, Wu Minghe establishes the Asura teachings, the Asura teachings are established." The Heavenly Way once again bestowed its merits, and the Ancestral River Daoist, who had originally reached the peak of quasi-sainthood due to his merits, did not break through with the help of the repeated heavenly merits, but instead condensed into a golden wheel of merit behind the Ancestral River Daoist's body. This represents that the Ancestral River Daoist has reached the realm of the Supreme Man.

  Minghe, after beheading the two corpses, relied on his merits to enhance his strength, which is now inferior to Wuji's self-reliant strength. However, he is no longer comparable to an ordinary quasi-sage. Now Minghe is confident that even if Donghuang Taishi wields the Chaos Bell against him, he will not be afraid.