Seeing Zhen Yuanzi and Golden Cicada, the calmness on Hong Yun's face vanished, replaced by a sincere smile in his eyes.
However, he did not hurry to reminisce with the two of them. Instead, he restrained his expression and solemnly bowed toward the Blood Sea, his voice filled with respect and gratitude: "Hong Yun pays his respects to Dao Venerate for the grace of attaining Dao!"
He no longer knew how much Karma he owed Styx. When he had died back then, if not for Styx's assistance, it would have been impossible for him to return so quickly.
After his return, if not for Styx's suppression, those two in the West would never have given him and Zhen Yuanzi time to grow.
This time, when he Attained Dao, he had once again received Styx's help. If Styx had not drawn upon the West's Fortune to aid him at the crucial moment, he would certainly have failed, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.
He might even have suffered a shattered Dao heart and vanished into the mortal world forever.
People said that the greatest favor was akin to being remade, but every favor Hong Yun had received had surpassed even that level.
Hong Yun had always been an extreme person who placed great importance on loyalty and gratitude. Styx's repeated assistance had already been deeply engraved in his heart.
He secretly swore that even if Styx wanted him to go to his death, he would do it without hesitation.
Hong Yun's bow was solemn and enduring. Only after a long while did he straighten up again.
He turned to Zhen Yuanzi and Golden Cicada, an undisguised, exhilarated smile spreading across his face.
"This journey was fraught with twists and turns, and I nearly died before returning to life. I made