"This Formation Is Called the Enhanced Twelve Capitals Heaven Formation."

He instantly calmed down.

Yes, he had been thinking about this too simply.

He had only considered the Wu Clan's formidable combat strength and how they could earn vast amounts of Points, while overlooking the deeper game at play.

Without a sufficiently powerful backer, the Wu Clan would be nothing more than a juicy piece of meat that everyone wanted to take a bite out of!

By then, forget Proving Dao and Becoming a Saint—they might not even have any bones left of their clan.

"But... sixty percent is just too much..." Dijiang was still unwilling to accept it.

"Too much?" Empress Pingxin's voice carried a trace of bitterness. "Brother, don't you understand yet? What Fellow Daoist Niu Ben wants isn't those sixty percent of the Points."

"What he wants is a legitimate reason—a reason that would allow him to withstand the pressure of the Heavenly Dao and protect our Wu Clan at all costs!"

"With those sixty percent of the Points, he can rightfully say that the Wu Clan is working for his Underworld! Then, whoever dares touch the Wu Clan would be going against Niu Ben, against the entire Underworld, perhaps even... against the Mystic Gate!"

"Those sixty percent of the Points are buying the Wu Clan a future! They are buying the protection of a Saint! Do you still think it's too much?"

Boom!

Empress Pingxin's words thoroughly awakened Dijiang.

His entire body shook as he looked at the man lounging on the throne with one leg crossed over the other, wearing an irreverent expression. His gaze changed completely.

So... that was how it was?

He was not humiliating him, nor was he exploiting the Wu Clan.

He was using this method to completely bind the Wu Clan to his chariot and bring them under his wings!