Universal Creation: Creating a Chaotic World at the Beginning

"Today I made forty-eight great wishes, and finally I achieved the supreme Bodhi and became a saint!" Jie Yin bowed to the sky, his tone was neither sad nor happy, but a little calm and a little angry.

What was calm was that after so many hardships, he finally became a saint.

What was sad was that in order to become a saint, he made forty-eight great wishes, which was not something that could be promised casually and then not done.

Therefore, the two of them had to work hard for these forty-eight great wishes throughout their lives, otherwise, they would never be able to improve their cultivation in this life.

Only after they had fulfilled the forty-eight great wishes could they be released from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and achieve a higher level of cultivation.

"Brother, I finally became a saint!" Zhunti sighed, and his red eyes betrayed what he was thinking.

Being forced to make forty-eight great wishes to become a saint made them both extremely dissatisfied with the Heavenly Dao.

But no matter how dissatisfied they are, they still have to do what they should do.

It can only be said that they underestimated the merits needed to become a saint, thinking that as long as they established a great religion, they could achieve the status of a saint.

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The land of the sea of ​​blood.

“Jie Yin and Zhunti have already been certified as saints! I don’t know how Yuan Shi is doing, and Hong Yun is nowhere to be found, illusory, and where is my way!”

As the lord of the sea of ​​blood, the old ancestor of the Styx has already refined the land of the sea of ​​blood into his own avatar.

As long as the sea of ​​blood does not dry up, the Styx will not die, this is how he is described now.

Every drop of blood is a life of his, which can be said to be almost endless. I don’t know how many times he has to be killed to be completely killed.

“The two of them established a religion and became saints, but it is obvious that the merits of establishing a religion are not enough to make them saints. The forty-eight great wishes have also become a big laughing stock in the prehistoric world.” The Styx looked into the distance, and like many innate saints, he stepped on the path of self-slashing.

Now I can only bite the bullet and become a saint. Anyway, I can't reach the state of Hunyuan in this life, so I can only become a saint.

Although the potential of saints has reached its limit, they are only inferior to those who have truly achieved Hunyuan Dao fruit. In other words, as long as he achieves sainthood, he will be the strongest person except the Emperor of Heaven.

"Since it is impossible to establish a religion, let's try other ways!" Minghe looked at the empty sea of ​​blood, and his heart suddenly understood something.

"There are no living creatures here, but under the perfection of the Great Dao, it stands to reason that the sea of ​​blood should also have living creatures, but now there is no living creature except me, so I can create a race belonging to the sea of ​​blood. By then, I will be able to perfect part of the way of heaven, and when the way of heaven is touched, it will naturally send down the golden light of merit!"

Minghe's eyes lit up, and he remembered this point in an instant.

"The body is easy to create, but if this soul is not proficient in the way of life, it is difficult to create it!" Minghe frowned and thought carefully.

Since we have made up our minds to create a race that belongs to the Blood Sea, we just need to go down this road.

Just when Minghe didn't know how to create the soul of his own race, he suddenly found that there were many lonely ghosts floating on the Blood Sea, with nowhere to go, and those residual souls wandering between heaven and earth without consciousness seemed to be able to become the new souls of the creation race!

Those were formed by the residual souls of those creatures that were killed between heaven and earth in the past. Because there was no place for reincarnation between heaven and earth, they wandered between heaven and earth.

The place that these lonely ghosts love most is not the Blood Sea full of dirt, but the Guixu in the East Pole.

There are some places of reincarnation vaguely manifested on the Guixu, which is the real place that attracts lonely ghosts the most.

Thinking of this, Minghe's eyes lit up, a blood light flashed in his eyes, and then he waved his hand.

All the lonely ghosts on the Blood Sea were sucked into his sleeves.

"Melting!"

Minghe opened his mouth and spit out, and those souls without consciousness merged together, turning into strange and incomparable souls, giving birth to a trace of spiritual consciousness.

"So it's done!"

Minghe was overjoyed. Since there was a ready-made soul, it would be too simple to create a body. For these great gods, such a simple way of creation is naturally familiar.

As the saying goes, one law can lead to all laws. Although he mainly studied the great way of killing, it does not mean that he does not know other great ways of magical powers.

"Condensation!"

Minghe pointed out with one finger, and a stream of small water columns in the sea of ​​blood rushed up to the sky. Some transformed into the fierce shape of a three-headed and six-armed male, and some transformed into the female shape of the innate Tao body.

The men were extremely ugly, and the women were beautiful and charming.

This innate Tao body is actually the shape of the human race in later generations.

It's just that the shape is the same, but in fact there is a huge difference.

The fundamental difference between the races of a living being should be the foot and foundation, not just the shape. Otherwise, if everyone has transformed into the innate Dao body, that is, the form of Pangu the Father God, then wouldn't everyone be of the same race?

Just like the three golden crows on the sun, the reason why they are brothers and sisters is not because their shapes are almost the same, but because their foot is almost the same, and they are all formed by Pangu's charm combined with the sun.

As for whether it is a three-legged golden crow, it is actually not very important.

This is also the reason why Taiyi still killed the three-legged golden crow when he saw it in that kingdom of gods, because he could see the other party's foot problem at a glance, and it was not at the same level at all.

If it is just for the shape, then it is not simple. Just create a body at will and send a trace of divine thought into it. Isn't that a new member of the tribe?

"Together!"

When Minghe waved his hand, the divine souls in his sleeves entered the bodies transformed by the sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood is the dirtiest place in the prehistoric world, so the men of the Asura tribe are more tyrannical and greedy than each other, and the women are promiscuous and extravagant.

Buzz!!!

A flash of blood passed by, and the Asura tribe members actually came back to life one by one.

They looked at each other, and then looked at the ancestor of Minghe. Suddenly, as if they understood something, they knelt down on the ground and kowtowed, saying: "Greetings to the Father God!"

As they shouted, there was a swish in the sky, and golden light appeared, which was the golden light of merit.

This golden light of merit is not even half of what Jie Yin and Zhunti had when they became saints. In other words, this golden light of merit is still short of supporting Minghe to enter the realm of saints.

Minghe frowned and looked at the naked Asuras created by him. He frowned and said, "Don't call me Father God!"

He felt that only Pangu could be called this in the prehistoric world, and no one else could be called.

"Then how should we call you!"