A Shocking Change in the Sea of ​​Blood: Humanity Displays Its Power

When Nuwa's sacred voice was transmitted to the Blood Sea, it coincided with the crucial moment when the Styx River was creating things.

The sea of ​​blood surged and boiled, countless remnant souls howled, and a malevolent aura soared to the heavens, almost tearing apart the ancient, ever-present crimson clouds above it. Before the River Styx, twelve nascent "creations" struggled in agony. They had humanoid outlines, yet fangs protruded from their faces; their skin was either deathly pale or dark red, and their eyes gleamed with pure violence and bloodlust—these were incomplete lives forcibly kneaded together from the most ferocious and venomous fragments of the sea of ​​blood.

"Born of blood, grounded in soul, and divinely inspired by vengeance… Today, I, the Styx, will establish a race to prove my Great Dao!"

Styx's eyes were bloodshot, and 480 million Blood God Child clones surrounded the Blood Sea Array, frantically drawing upon the Blood Sea's essence and remnant soul's malevolent energy. He had been dormant in the Blood Sea for many years, and the grudge he suffered from Xuanbao's injury, his desire for the Sainthood, and his jealousy of Nuwa's preemptive move all transformed into a frenzied driving force at this moment.

Just as Styx was preparing to take the final step, using its own primordial essence to imbue these "creations" with true life qualities—

Nuwa's sacred voice pierced through the layers of restrictions on the sea of ​​blood, falling like a clear spring, yet carrying an undeniable will of the rules:

"This being should not exist in the Styx Primordial Realm. Your forceful creation of a race and your reckless stirring of the blood sea's ferocious energy will surely cause chaos in the world."

Nuwa's voice was soft, yet it clearly penetrated the deepest part of Styx's mind. Styx shuddered, and the madness in his eyes was instantly replaced by rage. He snorted coldly, and his body surged with blood-red light as he roared, "Nuwa, you merely created humans first, yet you dare to point fingers at me! I, Styx, created our race today in accordance with the will of the Blood Sea."

Stubborn and unyielding, "This creation is essentially a forcibly pieced together countless broken and fragmented souls, infused with the most violent intentions, with the purpose of pure killing and plunder. It fundamentally violates the core principles of the laws of humanity, and such beings should not exist in this world."

"Buzz—"

Above the sea of ​​blood, the golden clouds of merit that had been faintly gathering due to the creation of the Styx River suddenly stopped the moment the holy voice of humanity arrived, and then began to dissipate!

Moreover, the twelve twisted creations seemed to have encountered their natural enemy. The last bit of "life force" that had just gathered on their bodies trembled violently, emitting a piercing scream. Their bodies began to disintegrate, turning back into fragments of remnant souls that scattered into the sea of ​​blood!

"No--!"

The Styx roared, its eyes blazing with fury. It felt the fragile connection it had just established with these creations was breaking, and it felt an overwhelming force of rejection surging from the heavens and earth—the instinctive resistance of the newly born laws of humanity!

"I've spent tens of thousands of years preparing, using countless remnant souls as materials and the essence of the Blood Sea as a furnace, and you think you can destroy my path with just a 'no'?!" Styx, acting like a madman, no longer held back, spewing out even more of his primordial blood essence while activating his spiritual treasure, "You won't let me create a race? I'll make it happen anyway! Condense it!"

The sea of ​​blood boiled completely.

Endless crimson waves surged skyward, transforming into twelve massive pillars of blood that forcefully poured into the twelve crumbling creations. The Styx spared no expense, even burning a portion of its own blood sea essence, determined to complete the creation.

In the Northern Sea, the Kunpeng Ancestor sneered and shook his head: "Foolish! Humanity is newly born and needs to establish its authority. The Styx River's forceful charge is like walking into a trap. Enough, let's watch the show."

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, Nuwa frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in her holy eyes: "Stubborn and unyielding."

She did not head towards the sea of ​​blood, but instead extended her right hand, a soft yet supremely majestic radiance appearing in her palm—the manifestation of the authority of humanity. She gently clenched her fist.

"Boom—!"

A sudden and unexpected change occurs above the sea of ​​blood!

The scattered golden clouds of merit vanished completely, replaced by a deep, dark yellow cloud of tribulation! Within the cloud, flames of civilization burned, the sounds of prayers from all living beings echoed, and there was a judgmental will against the "distorted creation"!

"A calamity of humanity?!" Laozi's pupils contracted slightly. "Humanity has just been established, yet it can already spontaneously manifest calamities to punish those who violate its fundamental laws?"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable solemnly declared: "The foundation of humanity lies in the 'will of all beings.' The Styx River, by using evil methods to create things and forcibly seize destiny, has committed a grave offense against humanity. This calamity is his just deserts."

The Master of Heaven clapped his hands and laughed, "What a fine person! He's got guts! Styx, he's probably going to suffer a great loss this time!"

Xuanbao was also shocked at this moment. In the original timeline, although Styx did not gain the Heavenly Dao's approval to become a saint after creating the Asura race, he still gained a lot of merit, and Styx himself also entered the realm of a quasi-saint.

The Asura race eventually became one of the Six Paths of Rebirth, and although ferocious, they were accepted by Heaven and Earth. But now, with the awakening of humanity and the perfection of its laws, the tolerance for such "evil creations" has obviously decreased significantly, leading to a direct calamity!

Within the sea of ​​blood, Styx's face was deathly pale. He felt the terrifying pressure contained within the Xuanhuang tribulation clouds; it wasn't merely a suppression of power, but a rejection and judgment at the level of rules! His method of creation had been negated at its very foundation!

"No... Impossible! Creating life is the work of creation. Why can you become a saint, but I can't?!" Styx roared, making a final struggle, forcibly pushing the twelve creations forward, trying to make them bear the calamity for him.

However, no lightning struck down from within the Xuanhuang Calamity Clouds.

Only a soft, dark yellow rain of light fell.

The rain of light fell on the twelve twisted creations, and they let out extremely mournful screams. Their bodies melted away as quickly as snow meeting the scorching sun. They were not destroyed, but "purified" and "restored"—the forcibly pieced-together fragments of remnant souls were gently but firmly separated, the malevolence was washed away, and finally transformed into the most primordial soul light, drifting and swaying!

This is the compassionate aspect of the law of humanity—not destroying the soul, but breaking the evil form.

"My...my creation!" Styx watched helplessly as his tens of thousands of years of hard work vanished in the Xuanhuang Light Rain. He could no longer control even the slightest bit of the separated and purified remnant soul light!

"Pfft—!" Overwhelmed by anger and the immense consumption and backlash from forcibly burning his source, Styx suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden holy blood. His aura instantly weakened, and his cultivation level became unstable!

What terrified him even more was that the yellowish-brown rain of light did not stop; some of it fell directly towards him!

Styx was horrified and frantically activated his magic to protect himself, while simultaneously wielding his magical treasure to slash at the rain of light. However, the rain of light was formless and intangible, as if it were merely a manifestation of a "concept." His magic-based defensive shield was rendered useless, and the rain of light pierced through it, landing on Styx.

"Ah—!" Styx let out a painful groan.

The light rain did not damage his physical body or magical power, but it made him feel a "burning sensation" from the depths of his soul—that was the "karma" he had accumulated during his creation process, which was contrary to the laws of humanity, being triggered and marked! From then on, within the scope covered by the laws of humanity, he would be subject to natural suppression, his cultivation would be hindered, and his fortune would decline!

"Nuwa—! I will fight you to the death!" Styx roared to the sky, his voice filled with resentment and despair. He knew that not only had he failed in his creation and suffered a great loss of vitality, but he had also been blacklisted by the newly emerging laws of humanity, his future path almost completely severed!

The sea of ​​blood wailed, the blood waves subsided, and the crimson color dimmed. Styx glanced hatefully in the direction of Mount Buzhou, then looked warily at the still lingering Xuanhuang tribulation clouds. Finally, he gritted his teeth, transformed into a streak of blood light, and fled into the deepest part of the sea of ​​blood, sealing his cave and disappearing without a trace.

In the Northern Sea, the Kunpeng Ancestor withdrew his gaze, his expression grave. He muttered to himself, "The power of humanity has reached such a level... It seems I must find another way to seize the throne. I cannot directly confront the laws of humanity..."

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, Nuwa slowly withdrew her palm, the mysterious yellow light in her palm fading away. Her expression was calm, as if she had only done a trivial matter.

"The Styx River brought this humiliation upon itself," said the Primordial Celestial Venerable indifferently.

"Having survived this calamity, the Blood Sea's fortune has been damaged, and within a few decades, the Styx River will find it difficult to achieve anything." Laozi nodded slightly.

The Tongtian Sect Leader looked at Nuwa with admiration in his eyes: "Junior Sister, your position as a Saint of Humanity wields considerable power! The rules manifest, and your words become law—truly impressive!"

Nuwa shook her head slightly: "It was not my power, but a spontaneous response from the laws of humanity. The Styx River's actions crossed the line of humanity, hence the calamity as punishment. I merely followed the trend and guided it."

Nuwa looked at Xuanbao with gentle eyes: "It is also thanks to Brother Xuanbao's earlier reminder. Humanity is newly established, and there are indeed many rules that need to be clarified and protected. Today's events can serve as a warning to those who come after."

Xuanbao quickly bowed and said, "Sister is wise."

Fuxi witnessed the whole thing, his eyes gleaming with wonder. He played his zither and sighed, "The ways of humanity are clear and have their own laws. Those who follow them prosper, and those who oppose them perish. Sister, your way is truly vast and profound."

His understanding of humanity deepened, and his resolve to dedicate himself to humanity and spread civilization became even stronger. This is the true path: inclusive, disciplined, vibrant, and with a bottom line.

Nuwa looked at Fuxi and said softly, "Brother, the matter of the Styx River is settled. As for your departure..."

Fuxi smiled casually, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Xuanbao: "Gentlemen, Fuxi will take his leave now. We shall meet again among the human race in the future."

Having said that, he no longer lingered, turned and strode towards the newly formed human settlement. His steps were composed, his back resolute, devoid of any trace of the nobility of the demon emperor Xi Huang, but instead exuding a sense of transcendence and joy from having seen through illusions and found the true path.

The faint sound of the zither drifted away with him, as if playing the first movement of civilization for humankind.

Nuwa watched her brother depart, the worry in her holy eyes lessening slightly, but the shadow of karmic entanglement remained. She knew that Fuxi's "farewell" and choice would inevitably trigger a series of chain reactions. The demon race would certainly not let Fuxi escape easily. Even greater turmoil was likely yet to come.

Laozi seemed to sense something, looked up at the sky, and said slowly, "The fortune of the demon race seems to be fluctuating."

Yuanshi Tianzun sneered: "If Dijun and Taiyi were wise enough to know the times, they would understand that Fellow Daoist Fuxi is determined to leave. Forcing him to stay would be pointless and would only create more karma."

The Tongtian Sect Leader grinned and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Since Fellow Daoist Fuxi has decided to dedicate himself to the human path, he is someone we will protect. If the demon race dares to make a fuss, they should first ask the Qingping Sword in my hand. Do they really think my sword is not good enough?"