After stirring the emotions of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the other Buddhists stationed in hell with his words, Huang Tian arrived at the Sea of Blood. This time, he had come to meet an unparalleled mighty figure born from the Blood Sea—the ancestor of the Asura Race, Patriarch Styx.
"Fellow Daoist Styx."
Huang Tian crossed the spatial restrictions and entered Patriarch Styx's secluded cultivation chamber, smiling as he spoke.
"Who are you?"
Faced with the suddenly appearing Huang Tian, Patriarch Styx asked in confusion.
"I am Huang Tian Daozun, Realm Master of a top-tier Great Thousand World. I have come to find you today because I wish to tell you why you cannot become a Saint. Are you willing to hear it?"
Huang Tian smiled at Patriarch Styx as a faint pressure silently spread out, bearing down upon him.
Patriarch Styx felt as though he were a lone boat upon the sea beneath that overwhelming aura, at risk of capsizing at any moment. He had felt this sensation before in the presence of other Saints.
But when had the Primordial Wilderness gained such a mighty figure?
Still, since he was the Realm Master of a Great Thousand World, he must have slipped into the Primordial Wilderness from outside, right?
In that case, he was an enemy from beyond their domain?
Patriarch Styx could not be bothered to care.
After all, he was not a Saint responsible for maintaining the workings of the Heavenly Dao. What did an outsider invading the Primordial Wilderness have to do with him?
"You are a Saint? Then again, as the Realm Master of a top-tier Great Thousand World, it is hardly strange for you to possess a Saint's strength."
Patriarch Styx marveled, then said solemnly, "I ask the Realm Master to tell me why I cannot