"Today I will make forty-eight great wishes, and finally achieve supreme Bodhi and achieve the state of a saint!" Jieyin bowed to the sky, his tone was neither sad nor happy, a little plain and a little sad and angry.
The ordinary thing is that after going through so many hardships, I finally became a saint.
What is worrying and infuriating is that in order to become a saint, he has made forty-eight great aspirations. This is not something that can be just promised and then left unfulfilled.
Therefore, the two of them have to pursue these forty-eight great aspirations throughout their lives. Otherwise, they will never be able to improve their cultivation at all in this life.
Only after they have fulfilled their forty-eight great aspirations can they be released from the shackles of heaven and achieve a higher level of cultivation.
"Senior brother, I finally became a saint!" Zhunti was a little sad, and his red eyes betrayed his thoughts.
Being forced to make forty-eight great aspirations in order to become a saint made both of them extremely dissatisfied with the way of heaven.
But dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, and you have to do what you have to do.
It can only be said that they underestimated the merit required for sanctification and thought that they could achieve the status of saint as long as they established a great religion.
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The land of blood sea.
"Jie Yin and Zhunti have become saints! I don't know what happened to Yuan Shi, and Hong Yun is also missing, and is indistinct, and where is my way!"
As the Lord of the Blood Sea, the Ancestor of the Styx River has already refined the land of the Blood Sea into his own clone.
The sea of blood will never dry up, and the river of Styx will never die. This is how he describes his current state.
Every drop of blood is his life, which can be said to be almost endless. It is unknown how many times it will take to kill him before he is completely killed.
"The two established religions and became saints. Obviously, the merits of establishing religions were not enough to make them saints. The forty-eight great aspirations they made became a laughing stock in the world." Styx looked into the distance. Like many innate saints, he embarked on his own journey. For the sake of a chop.
Now I can only bite the bullet and become a saint. Anyway, it is impossible to reach the realm of Hunyuan in this life, so I can only become a saint.
Although the saint's potential has been exhausted, he is only inferior to those who have truly achieved the Hunyuan Dao Fruit. In other words, as long as he has achieved the saint, he will be the strongest person except the Emperor of Heaven.
"Since establishing a religion is not possible, let's try another way!" Styx looked at the empty land of blood sea and suddenly understood something in his heart.
"There are no living beings here. However, with the perfection of the Great Dao, it stands to reason that there should be living beings in the Blood Sea. But now, except for me, there is no living being. Therefore, I can create a race that belongs to the Blood Sea. By then, part of the way of heaven will be perfected, and when the way of heaven is aware of it, it will naturally send down the golden light of merit!"
Styx's eyes lit up, and he instantly remembered this.
"The body is easy to create, but if this soul is not proficient in the way of life, it will be difficult to create it!" Styx frowned and thought carefully.
Since you are determined to create a race that belongs to the land of blood sea, then just go on this road.
Just when Styx didn't know how to create a soul belonging to his own race, he suddenly discovered that there were many lonely ghosts floating on the sea of blood, with nowhere to go, and those remnant souls wandering between heaven and earth without consciousness seemed to be able to Become the new soul of the created race!
Those are formed by the remnant souls of the creatures who were killed between heaven and earth in the past. Because there is no place for reincarnation between heaven and earth, they wander between heaven and earth.
The place these lonely ghosts love most is actually not this filthy sea of blood, but the ruins of the East Pole.
There are some vague places of reincarnation manifesting on the land of Guixu, and that is the place that really attracts lonely souls and wild ghosts.
Thinking of this, Ming He's eyes lit up, a bloody light flashed in his eyes, and then he waved his hand.
He saw all the lonely ghosts above the sea of blood being sucked into his sleeves.
"melt!"
As soon as Styx opened his mouth and spat out, the remnant souls without consciousness merged together and turned into strange and incomparable souls, giving birth to a trace of spiritual consciousness.
"That's it!"
Styx was overjoyed. Since there was a ready-made soul, it was too simple to create a body. For great gods like them, they naturally knew a thing or two about such a simple way of creation.
As the saying goes, one method can lead to all methods. Although he majored in the avenue of killing, it does not mean that he does not know other magical avenues.
"Condensation!"
Styx pointed out, and small water columns rose into the sky from the sea of blood. Some of them transformed into ferocious male shapes with three heads and six arms, and some transformed into female forms with innate Taoist bodies.
All the men are extremely ugly, while all the women are beautiful and coquettish.
This innate Tao body is actually the shape of the human race in later generations.
It's just that they have the same shape, but they are actually very different.
The fundamental difference between the races of a creature should be the heel and background, not just the shape. Otherwise, if everyone transforms into the innate Tao body, which is the form of Pangu Father God, then wouldn't everyone be of the same race?
Just like the three golden crows above the big sun, the reason why they become brothers and sisters is not because their shapes are almost the same, but because their heels are almost the same, and they are both formed by the combination of Pangu's charm and the big sun.
As for whether it is a three-legged golden crow, it is actually not very important.
This is also the reason why when Taiyi went to that divine kingdom and saw the same three-legged Golden Crow, he was still the killer, because he could see at a glance that the opponent's heel problem was not on the same level at all.
If it's just for the shape, it's not that simple. If you create a body at will and send a trace of spiritual thought into it, wouldn't that be a new tribesman?
"combine!"
As Styx waved his hand, the souls in his sleeves entered into the bodies transformed from the sea of blood.
The sea of blood is the dirtiest place in the world, so the men of the Asura tribe are more violent and greedy than the last, while the women are promiscuous and extravagant.
Buzz! ! !
A flash of blood flashed, and the Asura clan members actually came back to life one by one.
They looked at each other, then looked at Ancestor Styx, and suddenly realized something. They all knelt down on the ground and kowtowed: "Greetings to Father God!"
As they shouted, there was a swishing sound in the sky, and golden lights appeared, but they were the golden lights of merit.
This golden light of merit is less than half of what it was when the two saints of Guiding and Zhunti were sanctified. In other words, the golden light of these merits is still insufficient to support Styx to step into the realm of a saint.
Styx frowned and looked at the naked Asura people he had created beneath him. He frowned and said, "Don't call me Father God!"
In his heart, he only felt that this title could only be held by Pangu in the ancient times, and no one else could.
"Then how should we call you!"
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