Amidst the raging flames of karma, a figure burdened with heavy karma was being scorched. "Styx, you cruel bastard!" The black-clad man, carrying a twelve-layered golden wheel of merit on his back, 'angrily' watched the ever-growing crimson lotus of karma. "You're talking nonsense! Go ask around the entire prehistoric world, who doesn't know that I, Ancestor Styx, am a benevolent and righteous philanthropist?" "I rank first in the entire prehistoric world, even Hongyun wouldn't dare rank third! You dare to slander me? You deserve to be nourishment for the crimson lotus of karma!"