After a long while, the Saints and Heavenly Venerates had eaten and drunk their fill. Having not exchanged words with fellow Daoists for a long time, they had also enjoyed a hearty conversation.
Only then did they turn in unison toward Styx, seated at the head, waiting for his next move.
Styx knew what they were expecting, but he did not find it strange.
As the master of this place and the publicly acknowledged strongest expert in the Great Wilderness, he naturally had to be the first to preach the Dao, without yielding the honor to anyone else.
Styx casually tidied himself up, then waved his hand and released the Blood Scripture, shrouding the sky above the entire Blood God Realm.
The Blood Scripture had been refined by Styx during the early days after his birth. Having followed him for so many years, it had absorbed an incalculable amount of Fortune and Merit.
Moreover, its material was extraordinary: it had been compiled using the bark of a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Root and Styx's own blood.
Thus, its upper limit could be said to have been raised infinitely. After being improved step by step over so many years, it no longer had much offensive power.
However, its ability to edify could be said to have been developed to the utmost extreme.
In terms of rank alone, it could already stand shoulder to shoulder with an ordinary Innate Supreme Treasure. Paired with preaching the Dao, it would absolutely achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Upon seeing such a great treasure, the two Saints from the West drooled so profusely that they wished they could snatch it back to the West.
Unfortunately, the treasure belonged to Styx. They did not dare to act recklessly in front of him and could only