Hongjun fell silent. Old Ancestor Yin Yang was right; over the years, he had used the Jade Disk of Creation to deduce Luohu's lair more than once.
Yet every time his deductions reached a critical point, they were disrupted by a strand of Chaos Demonic Will, leaving him with only the vague clue: Western Land.
"I have an idea."
Yang Mei suddenly spoke, his willow-like brows lifting slightly. "If we search for him directly, we will never find him. Better to wait and respond to his moves."
"Right now, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans are the apparent rulers of the Primordial Wilderness."
"The Dragon Clan commands the Four Seas, the Phoenix Clan rules the nine heavens, and the Qilin Clan guards the Central Continent. Though the Three Clans have their frictions, they have not yet reached the point of war."
He paused before continuing, "If Luohu wishes to dominate the Primordial Wilderness, he cannot avoid the Three Clans. If he wants to throw the Primordial Wilderness into chaos, he will surely sow discord in secret and turn the Three Clans against one another."
"Then, driven by demonic schemes and their own ambitions, the Three Clans will inevitably erupt into war."
"And for Luohu to reap the benefits, or thoroughly disrupt the fortune of the Primordial Wilderness, he will definitely be unable to resist taking action. Once he leaves his lair, our chance will come."
"Good idea!" Old Ancestor Qiankun's eyes lit up as he nodded in agreement.
"The Three Clans have long fought endlessly over territory. All it takes is a single spark to ignite the flames of war."
"When the time comes, if Luohu truly dares to interfere, the four of us can join forces and trap him on the battlefield!"
Old Ancestor Yin Yang also chimed in. "This method will work. Not only will we not have to exhaust ourselves searching for him, we can also use the Three Clans to wear down his strength. Killing two birds with one stone."
Hongjun looked at the three of them, yet a faint unease rose within him.
He always felt things would not be so simple. Luohu's talent was the same as his own, an Eleven-Petal Flower Bloom. With such a meticulous mind, how could Luohu so easily fall into such an obvious trap?
Yet Hongjun could not say exactly what was wrong. The Jade Disk of Creation had offered no warning either, so in the end, he could only suppress his doubts and say,
"This plan is feasible, but we must be cautious. The four of us should each keep watch over the movements of the Three Clans. The moment we discover any trace of Luohu, send word and gather at once."
Yang Mei smiled at that. "Rest assured. I am proficient in the Space Law. If Luohu acts, I will be the first to sense it."
Qiankun and Yin Yang added, "Leave the Central Continent and the Four Seas to us. We are familiar with the territories of the Qilin Clan and Dragon Clan."
Seeing that everyone had already divided their tasks, Hongjun could only nod despite the unease still lingering in his heart.
"Very well. Then leave the nine heavens and the Western Land to me. Remember: before Luohu reveals himself, do not rashly interfere in the affairs of the Three Clans, lest we alert the enemy."
The four discussed matters in detail for a while longer, from the places where the Three Clans might clash to the coordination of their Formation when joining forces.
They even considered Luohu's possible escape routes.
Only when the Chaos Airflow began to grow violent did the four transform into streaks of light and depart in different directions across the Primordial Wilderness.
Before leaving, Hongjun turned back and glanced once more toward the Chaos Depths.
That unease still lingered in his heart. He vaguely felt that this scheme against Luohu might not proceed so smoothly.
Yet he did not know what would go wrong. In the end, he could only cast a deep look toward the Western Land before leaving.
Meanwhile, in the Western Land of the Primordial Wilderness, within a hidden space shrouded in Chaos Demonic Qi, there was an entirely different scene.
There was no violence of Chaos here, only a deathly silent dark-purple sky.
The ground was paved with black Demon Crystals, while the air carried a faint, indistinct scent of slaughter.
At the center of the space, a black-robed figure sat upon a throne piled from skulls. It was none other than the Demon Ancestor Luohu.
His eyes were lowered as his fingers lightly tapped the throne's armrest. Not a trace of Demonic Qi leaked from his body, making him seem like an ordinary Innate Daoist.
If not for the numerous Demon Generals standing below, all radiating a dense bloody aura, no one would have associated him with the title Demon Ancestor.
"Demon Ancestor, following your orders, we have already planted the seeds along the borders of the Three Clans."
A burly Demon General stepped forward and dropped to one knee, his voice hoarse.
"Near the East Sea Dragon Palace of the Dragon Clan, we deliberately left behind Phoenix Clan feathers and Qilin Clan Hoof Prints."
"In the territories of the other two clans, we also left behind traces of Dragon Clan aura."
"Now, the patrols of all Three Clans have discovered these traces, and discussions are already spreading throughout their clans."
"At this pace, within a few thousand years at the earliest or ten thousand years at the latest, the Three Clans will surely erupt into a large-scale conflict."
Luohu's tapping fingers stopped. He slowly raised his eyes. His pupils were pure black, without irises, as though they could devour all light.
"Well done, but do not rush to push things forward. Take it slowly."
"The leaders of the Three Clans are all old foxes. If the provocation is too obvious, it will only arouse their suspicions."
Luohu's voice was neither loud nor harsh, yet it carried an authority that could not be questioned.
"Yes!" Upon hearing this, one of the demon race experts below immediately answered with respect.
Luohu nodded in satisfaction, but then seemed to recall something and turned his gaze toward the crowd again.
"Also, hasten the collection of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, especially Chaos Demonic Iron and Void Demonic Fire. I have great use for them; neither can be lacking."
"We understand!" The demon race experts answered in unison, their voices causing the space to tremble faintly.
Luohu waved his hand, and the many demon race experts bowed and withdrew. In the blink of an eye, they vanished into the dark-purple sky.
Only after the hall was left empty did Luohu rise and slowly walk toward a Space Fissure behind the throne.
Black flames coiled around the fissure. They were the Void Demonic Fire he had mentioned.
This fire could burn the primordial spirit and annihilate laws. Even a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal would suffer severe injuries if touched by it.
At the center of the Void Demonic Fire floated four longswords that had not yet taken shape.
Their blades were pitch-black, faint blood-colored patterns winding across them. Though they had not yet been sharpened, they already exuded a chilling aura of slaughter.
Even through the Void Demonic Fire, one could sense the ferocious intent to sever heaven and earth and massacre sentient beings.
Luohu extended a hand, his fingertips touching the edge of the Void Demonic Fire. Yet the flames did not dare harm him in the slightest. Looking at the four longswords, a cold smile curled across his lips.
"Hongjun, Yang Mei... and those two skulking Qiankun and Yin Yang, do you think I truly fear you? How naive!"
"Once my Immortal Slaying Sword Formation is completed, forget the Three Clans—even if the four of you join forces, what can you do to me?"
"Then the fortune of the Primordial Wilderness will be mine, the demonic path will flourish, and I will become the sole master of the Primordial Wilderness!"
As his words fell, a terrifying demonic might suddenly erupted from Luohu's body.
The dark-purple sky instantly split open with countless cracks, and Chaos Demonic Qi surged in like a tide.
With a wave of his hand, the Void Demonic Fire around the four longswords suddenly swelled, wrapping the blades even more tightly. Their aura of slaughter grew several degrees stronger as well.
After doing all this, Luohu transformed into a streak of demonic light and plunged deep into the Space Fissure.
There were still more demonic materials awaiting his refinement there. The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation still needed time to take shape.
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