Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 260 The Ancestor of the Styx is coming!

The Peacock King Bodhisattva in later generations was revered as the Mother of Buddha. However, according to Jiang Haofeng's observation, this Kong Xuan did not look like a woman, and there was no obvious division of yin and yang on her body, which meant that the yin and yang had not yet been divided.

The innate gods and spirits have their own yin and yang attributes, and can be either male or female.

The golden-winged Roc behind Kong Xuan has obviously transformed into yang, but there are no obvious yin and yang characteristics on Kong Xuan's body, so it must be that the decision has not been made yet.

But these are not important anymore and have little impact.

Jiang Haofeng stepped out and greeted them. Since only these two people came from the Phoenix Clan, it was not appropriate for the human race to welcome them with great fanfare.

However, although there are few people from the Phoenix Clan, their quality is the highest among all the people present. Jiang Haofeng cannot see through Kong Xuan's specific level of cultivation, but one thing is for sure: he is definitely better than himself.

At the very least, he is a powerful being at the late quasi-saint level, or possibly even at the peak of the quasi-saint level.

However, the latter possibility is not very high. After all, it is still the Emperor period, not the later period of deification. Kong Xuan in this period should not have such a high level of cultivation, and is most likely in the late quasi-saint period.

However, in comparison, the Golden-Winged Roc behind Kong Xuan is much weaker and is currently only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level.

This level of cultivation is indeed not weak in the ancient times, but it is just not weak, and it has nothing to do with strong.

As a descendant of Yuanfeng, the Golden-Winged Roc's cultivation level is indeed a bit low.

According to legend, the Golden-Winged Roc was born late and was weak because of its short period of practice.

But Jiang Haofeng came from later times. Even if this guy was put in the Journey to the West period, he would be at the level of a monkey and could not beat a monkey. I guess that's about it.

It's simply because he's not good at it, it has nothing to do with his strength.

Of course, this is just Jiang Haofeng's speculation at the moment. The prehistoric world is not as simple as it seems. As a catastrophe, the Journey to the West must contain many secrets. Perhaps the Golden-Winged Roc is just letting it go.

All this is a story for later. Jiang Haofeng stepped forward to greet them. After both parties exchanged names, Jiang Haofeng led the two of them to a high platform.

At this time, forces from all directions had already taken their seats on the sixteen-sided platforms.

Among them, the Jiejiao clan was located in the east, the dragon clan, the blue dragon clan, and the white tiger clan were located on three high platforms in the southeast, and the remaining phoenix clan, the red bird clan, and the qilin clan were located on the high platform in the northeast.

The Xuanwu clan sat on a high platform in the southwest.

As various forces arrived, the scene suddenly became much more lively.

Not long after everyone settled down, a mighty murderous aura rushed towards them from the void. A strong murderous aura swept through the void. The murderous aura was gone in a flash. A hundred miles away from Taihao City, a flash of blood appeared. The ancestor of the Styx stood in the void with eight Shuras and eight Rakshasas. Each of them was a peak Taiyi Golden Immortal.

In addition to these, the Styx Patriarch was also followed by a skinny old man, who was actually a Daluo Golden Immortal!

Jiang Haofeng's face moved slightly. He didn't know which one of the four demon kings had such strength now. There was a high probability that he would be able to become a quasi-saint in the future!

When the ancestor of the Styx arrived, Fuxi and Jiang Haofeng immediately went out to greet him with a group of supreme elders of the human race.

"I've met fellow Taoist Styx!"

"You're welcome, fellow Daoist." The old man of the Styx waved his hand.

Then, the Styx Patriarch bowed solemnly to Fuxi. Both of them were great masters of supernatural powers from ancient times, and there was no grudge between them. When they met now, the Styx Patriarch did not put on airs as a senior. After the greeting, the Styx Patriarch glanced at Taihao City behind Jiang Haofeng, and saw the vast fairy light rising from it, as well as the various mysterious Dao rhymes in the void. The Styx Patriarch smiled and said, "It seems that I am still late. I wanted to be the first to come and support my fellow Taoist."

"Fellow Daoist, it's not too late at all. It is a blessing for our human race that you can come here in person!"

Jiang Haofeng said with a smile.

There was nothing wrong with what he said. The Old Ancestor of the Styx was a genuine old-school powerful warrior from the ancient times, a leader among the quasi-saints. The human race today could not be compared with the Old Ancestor of the Styx, and there was no strong person in the race who could compete with the Old Ancestor of the Styx.

In the past, when the wizards and liches were at their peak, neither race dared to provoke the ancestor of the Styx easily.

After some greetings, Jiang Haofeng took the Styx Patriarch to take a seat.

Looking at the terrifying killing laws in the distance, the eight major forces in the void looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

Taoist Duobao showed surprise on his face, "This human race actually invited this person here."

The people from the Jie Sect who were around also showed surprise on their faces. Many of the powerful masters from the Jie Sect who would dominate the wild world in the future had not grown up yet. The strongest was only at the early stage of quasi-saint and could not be compared with the old quasi-saint like the Patriarch of the Styx.

Not to mention that there is the old man Minghe, who entered the Tao through killing and is a leader among the peak quasi-saints.

Even Kong Xuan, who was not far away, showed a look of shock on his face. He thought he would be the strongest among those present, but he didn't expect that there would be another master.

Jiang Haofeng led the Styx Patriarch and a group of Asuras into Taihao City. At that moment, all the immortals on the eight platforms stood up from their cushions and saluted:
"Greetings, Senior!"

The old man of the Styx swept his eyes over everyone, waved his sleeves and said, "No need to be polite."

Then, the Styx Patriarch focused his attention on Duobao Taoist, Jinling Shengmu and Kong Xuan, and said, "You have all achieved the Dao of Hunyuan and entered the door of the Great Dao. There is no such thing as senior or not. Just call me Taoist friend!"

"Senior, you're welcome."

Kong Xuan bowed and saluted again.

The ancestor of the Styx existed in the same period as the Mother Goddess and was one of the first innate gods in the prehistoric times. Kong Xuan had great respect for such predecessors.

"Uncle Master, you are too polite. My cultivation is so shallow that I am still far behind you."

Taoist Duobao smiled and spoke, and the Golden Spirit Mother beside him also saluted.

The old man of the Styx smiled, and without saying anything else, he sat down on the high platform. The seventeen people who followed him sat cross-legged respectfully behind him.

After Patriarch Minghe took his seat, everyone became a lot more restrained. After all, Patriarch Minghe was an undisputed senior in terms of both status and cultivation. Fortunately, Patriarch Minghe did not care too much about these empty formalities, and treated most of the cultivators who had achieved the status of quasi-saints as peers. In addition, with Fuxi and Jiang Haofeng sitting in the middle, everyone became familiar with each other after a while.

An hour later, Ying Zhao, who was in the early stage of quasi-saint, came from the sky with two Daluo demon gods, more than ten Taiyi demon kings, and more than a hundred golden immortal-level demon kings.

Although the situation between the human race and the demon race has never been good, the relationship between the human race and the kind demon race represented by Ying Zhao has always been good.

The demon tribe under Ying Zhao's command only practice pure cultivation, do not kill, and do not eat blood. Not only do they have no karma, many of them also have the power of merit. The human race is very welcome to such demon tribe.

(End of this chapter)