Fellow Daoist, It's Time to Fulfill Your Promise!

Zhou Ming did not answer at once. He merely looked down at them in silence.

Houtu stood beside him without speaking.

She knew Elder Brother would make his own decision.

Only after a long while did Zhou Ming's detached voice slowly fill the hall.

"Aren't you afraid the Wu Clan might not be able to protect you in this Great Calamity?"

The words were quiet, but they struck Haotian and Yaochi like an invisible hammer.

Both went rigid.

Haotian jerked his head up, disbelief written across his face.

They couldn't protect us?

How could that be possible?

The Wu Clan now had the Thirteen Ancestral Wu and ten Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortals under their command. Pangu Hall held the Primordial Wilderness in check, while the fortune of the Earthly Dao and Human Path bolstered them...

With such strength, who in the entire Primordial Wilderness could stand against them? Not even the Heavenly Dao could, could it?

Yet Zhou Ming himself had said the Wu Clan might not be able to protect them.

As if he had seen through Haotian's thoughts, Zhou Ming continued.

"The coming Great Calamity is on an entirely different scale from the Immortal-Demon Tribulation and the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation."

"Even a Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal couldn't be sure of coming through this Tribulation unscathed."

"Much less anyone below Hunyuan."

His gaze settled on the two of them, devoid of emotion.

"Knowing that, are you still willing to stake your lives and everything you have on the Wu Clan?"

Even Hunyuan cultivators might not come through unscathed?

Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a glance. Each saw undisguised horror in the other's eyes.

They knew this Great Calamity was dangerous, a Tribulation that would engulf the entire Primordial Wilderness.

But they had never imagined it would