When the various mighty figures of the Primordial World heard the founding oath of Ancestor Styx, they all thought it was utterly absurd. This fellow was jumping out to make a spectacle of himself once again. Last time, following Nuwa's creation of humanity, he had not only contrived a race of disordered yin and yang, but the merit he received was only enough to behead a single corpse.
Sure enough, just as the mighty ones had anticipated, after a rumble across the Thirty-Third Heavens, a pitifully small cluster of meritorious Xuanhuang Qi descended—all thunder and no rain. Well, it seemed that Ancestor Styx had once again run the race in vain with nothing to show for it. Who knew how hopping mad with rage Styx would be this time?
Yet what they did not know was that Ancestor Styx, upon receiving this cluster of meritorious Xuanhuang Qi, was far from being hopping mad; instead, his face beamed with joy. Because he had long prepared himself mentally, having these merits in hand was already enough for him to recover the cultivation level he had lost when a portion of the Sea of Blood was stripped away.
Chapter 140