Western Demon Domain, Luohu's Scheme!

Hongjun fell silent. What Old Ancestor Yin Yang said was true—over the years, while comprehending the Jade Disk of Creation, he had repeatedly attempted to deduce Luohu's lair.

Yet every time his deduction reached a critical point, a surge of Chaos Demonic Will would interfere, leaving him with only the vague information of "the West."

"I have a method."

Yang Mei suddenly spoke, his willow-leaf brows lifting lightly. "If we search by force, we'll never find him. Better to let stillness govern action."

"Right now, on the surface of the Primordial World, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans are the true overlords."

"The Dragon Clan rules the Four Seas, the Phoenix Clan commands the Nine Heavens, and the Qilin Clan governs the Central Continent. Though the three clans have frictions, they have yet to reach the point of war."

He paused, then continued: "If Luohu wants to dominate the Primordial World, he cannot bypass the Three Clans. If he wishes to throw the Primordial World into chaos, he will surely stir up discord in secret, turning the three clans against each other."

"When that happens, driven by demonic schemes and their own ambitions, the three clans will inevitably erupt into all-out war."

"And Luohu, seeking to reap the spoils or thoroughly disrupt the Primordial World's fate, will be unable to resist making a move. The moment he leaves his lair, our opportunity will come."

"Excellent idea!" Old Ancestor Qiankun's eyes lit up, and he nodded in agreement.

"The Three Clans have long been locked in territorial disputes. Only a single spark is needed to ignite the flames of war."

"At that time, if Luohu dares to meddle, the four of us can join forces and trap him to death on the battlefield!"

Old Ancestor Yin Yang also chimed in: "This plan is feasible. Not only do we avoid the trouble of searching for him, but we can also use the Three Clans to drain his strength—two birds with one stone."

Hongjun looked at the three of them, yet a faint unease stirred in his heart.

He always felt things wouldn't be so simple. Luohu's talent, like his own, was an Eleven-Petal Flower Bloom. With such a meticulous mind, how could he easily fall into such an obvious trap?

But he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong. The Jade Disk of Creation gave no warning either, so in the end, he could only suppress his doubts and said:

"This plan is workable, but caution is needed. The four of us must split up and monitor the movements of the Three Clans. Once we detect any trace of Luohu, we immediately send word and converge."

Yang Mei smiled upon hearing this. "Rest assured. I am proficient in the Space Law. If Luohu makes a move, I will be the first to sense it."

Qiankun and Yin Yang added in turn: "Leave the Central Continent and the Four Seas to us. We are familiar with the territories of the Qilin and Dragon Clans."

Seeing that everyone had already divided their tasks, Hongjun, though still uneasy, could only nod.

"Very well. Then the Nine Heavens and the West will be my responsibility. Remember, before Luohu reveals himself, do not lightly interfere in the affairs of the Three Clans, lest we alert the enemy."

The four discussed the details for a while longer—from the potential flashpoints where the Three Clans might clash, to the formation coordination when they joined forces.

They even considered Luohu's possible escape routes.

Only when the Chaos Airflow began to turn violent did the four transform into streaks of light and depart toward different directions of the Primordial World.

Before leaving, Hongjun turned back to glance into the depths of Chaos.

That sense of unease still lingered in his heart. He vaguely felt that this scheme against Luohu might not go smoothly.

Yet he couldn't tell where the trouble lay. In the end, he could only take one last deep look toward the Western lands before leaving this place.

Meanwhile, in the West of the Primordial World, within a hidden space wrapped in Chaos Demonic Qi, a completely different scene unfolded.

Here, there was no violent chaos—only a dead, dark purple sky.

The ground was covered in black Demon Crystals, and the air was thick with a faint, pervasive aura of slaughter.

At the center of the space, upon a throne built from piled skulls, sat a figure in a black robe—none other than the Devil Ancestor, Luohu.

His eyes were half-lidded, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of the throne. Not a wisp of demonic qi leaked from his body, making him appear like an ordinary Innate Daoist.

If not for the Demon Generals standing below, all exuding a dense bloody aura, no one would connect him with the title "Devil Ancestor."

"Devil Ancestor, as you commanded, we have planted the seeds at the borders of the Three Clans."

A burly Demon General stepped forward, kneeling on one knee, his voice hoarse.

"Near the East Sea Dragon Palace of the Dragon Clan, we deliberately left behind a Phoenix Clan feather and a Qilin Clan hoof print."

"On the territories of the other two clans, we left traces of Dragon Clan aura."

"Now, the patrols of the Three Clans have already discovered these marks. Within their clans, discussions are rife."

"At this pace, in as little as a few thousand years, or at most ten thousand, the Three Clans will inevitably erupt into large-scale conflict."

Luohu's tapping fingers stopped. He slowly raised his eyes. His pupils were pure black, without irises, as if they could devour all light.

"Well done. But do not rush the process. Take it slow."

"The clan leaders of the Three Clans are old foxes. Too obvious a provocation will only arouse their suspicion."

Luohu's voice was low and calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, one of the Devil Race experts below immediately responded with reverence.

Luohu nodded in satisfaction, but then seemed to think of something. He turned his gaze back to the crowd.

"Furthermore, step up the collection of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures—especially Chaos Demonic Iron and Void Demonic Fire. This Seat has great use for them, and neither can be lacking."

"Understood!" The Devil Race experts answered in unison, their voices causing the space to tremble slightly.

Luohu waved his hand, and the many Devil Race experts bowed and withdrew, vanishing into the dark purple sky in the blink of an eye.

When the hall was left with only himself, Luohu rose and walked slowly toward a spatial rift behind the throne.

Black flames swirled around the rift—precisely the Void Demonic Fire he had mentioned.

This flame can burn the Primordial Spirit and annihilate laws; even a Golden Immortal of the Origin would be severely wounded upon contact.

At the center of the Void Demonic Fire, four longswords not yet fully formed hovered.

The sword bodies were pitch-black, with faint blood-red patterns coiled around them. Though unsharpened, they already exuded a heart-stopping aura of slaughter.

Even through the Void Demonic Fire, one could feel the ferocious intent to sever heaven and earth and slaughter all Sentient Beings.

Luohu reached out, his fingertips brushing the edge of the Void Demonic Fire, yet the flames dared not harm him in the slightest. He gazed at the four longswords, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Hongjun, Yang Mei... and those two skulking cowards, Qiankun and Yinyang—do you really think I fear you? How naive!"

"Once my 'Immortal Slaying Sword Formation' is complete, let alone the Three Clans, even if the four of you join forces, what can you do to me?"

"By then, the fortune of the Primordial World will belong to me, the demonic path will flourish, and This Ancestor will be the sole sovereign of the Primordial World!"

As his words fell, a terrifying demonic might suddenly erupted from Luohu's body.

The dark purple sky instantly split into countless fissures, and Chaos Demonic Qi surged in like a tidal wave.

He raised his hand and waved, and the Void Demonic Fire around the four longswords flared violently, wrapping the sword bodies even tighter. The aura of slaughter also intensified.

Having done all this, Luohu transformed into a streak of demonic light and plunged deep into a spatial rift.

There, more demonic materials awaited his refining. The completion of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation still required time.