Styx stepped forward and returned to the Blood God Realm. He immediately sent out a summons, calling the All Saints to discuss matters there.
Before long, the Blood God Realm was bustling again.
Nuwa, Houtu, Wood Spirit, Fuxi, Kunpeng, the Four Maidens Plum Orchid Bamboo Chrysanthemum, Sanqing, the Two Saints of the West, Zhen Yuanzi, Zi Wei, Fengdu, Ming, Black Tortoise, Emperor Yu, Xia Qi, Xuanyuan, Li Tan, Shen Nong, Shang Tang, Kong Xuan, Di Xin, the Queen Mother of the West, Tai Yi, Changxi, Xi He, Wangshu, Taotie, and the other eleven Ancestral Witches all arrived in the Blood God Realm. They brought Ying Zheng along with them.
(This isn't padding the word count. I just wanted to take stock of the Great Wilderness's current Saint-level fighting strength. I wonder if I've missed anyone.)
Styx sat in the seat of honor in the Blood God Hall. Looking at the hall full of Primordial Chaos Golden Immortals and Saints, he smiled faintly.
In the Great Wilderness's original course of events, Yang Mei had been the only Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal to break away from it.
Within the Great Wilderness, only Sanqing, the Two Saints of the West, and Nuwa—the six Heavenly Dao Saints—along with Hongjun, who had Merged with Dao, and Pingxin, who had been confined to the Underworld forever, possessed Saint-level fighting strength.
Through the All Saints' schemes, the Great Wilderness would have declined step by step from a supreme Origin World into a Dharma-Ending World, starved of spiritual energy and bereft of visible gods.
Now, however, Styx's audacious maneuvers had driven Hongjun away and dealt with Destiny.
Not only had the original six Heaven-Appointed Sages grown stronger than before, but Nuwa had also become the Spokesperson of the Human Dao.
Houtu, too, had no longer needed to turn