By now, the Styx Realm had grown to the level of an Eternal True Realm, and it could even continuously produce Origin Worlds.
There was no doubt that with sufficient Origin Worlds to replenish it, the future growth potential of the Styx Realm was certainly far greater than that of the Great Wilderness.
After comparing the strength of both sides, Styx was in high spirits. He sat cross-legged directly atop the World Tree and began reviewing the scenes of his previous battle with Pangu.
At the same time, he began sorting through the various laws the Styx Realm had obtained from the Great Wilderness's many incarnations.
Time flew like an arrow, and years passed like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years had gone by. After ten thousand years of arduous cultivation, the many great experts in the Blood God Palace had basically digested the parts of Styx's and Pangu's Dao Rhyme that they could comprehend.
After respectfully bowing their thanks to the central Dao Platform, they left the Blood God Palace one after another and returned to their respective realms, leaving behind only the Blood Sea Lineage, along with the Sanqing, the Twelve Ancestor Witches, Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, and those who were relatively close to the Blood Sea Lineage.
Nuwa, Houtu, Wood Spirit, and the others all stared intently at the Dao Platform in the void.
Above the Dao Platform in the void, ripples rose in layers at just the right moment. Immediately afterward, a hazy blood-colored figure gradually solidified.
With a smile at the corners of his lips, Styx appeared atop the Dao Platform in the void.
"Master/Brother!" Nuwa, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and the other core direct disciples of the Blood Sea, as well as the Twelve Ancestor Witches, hurried forward and bowed in