The Time is Nigh? Hongjun: What is Luohu Up To? I'll Go Stake Him Out!

Immortal Volcano.

Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin had concealed their true bodies here, cultivating in seclusion—or rather, Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin were assisting Ancestral Dragon in his cultivation.

As the source of the Primordial Continent's fire veins, the scorching flames were enough to isolate and incinerate all perception or the Great Dao.

Cultivating here also allowed them to evade the scrutiny of the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun, or Luohu to the greatest extent, which was why the three had gathered here—no need to elaborate further.

As for the three clans, Ancestral Dragon and Shi Qilin had left avatars behind to hold the fort, lest they alert the enemy.

Sensing something in the void, the three clan leaders opened their eyes simultaneously.

"Ancestral Dragon, how goes it?"

Yuan Feng asked.

Shi Qilin said nothing but also looked toward Ancestral Dragon.

"Hunyuan Golden Immortal is fully perfected, and I can step into Half-Step Hunyuan at any time. But to break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm, I still lack a medium."

Ancestral Dragon did not conceal the truth, speaking in a low voice.

So-called Half-Step Hunyuan was essentially a transitional stage due to the extreme difficulty of breaking through to Great Luo Golden Immortal, a concept born from the current incompleteness of the Primordial Continent.

The two exchanged a glance, a glimmer of understanding rising in their hearts.

Lacking a medium?

Perhaps the Timing, Location, and People the River God spoke of referred in part to this medium?

"Have you sensed it?"

Ancestral Dragon spoke.

The two set aside stray thoughts and nodded. Shi Qilin said, "It seems the timing... is about to ripen!"

This was why they had stopped cultivating.

A vague intuition told them that the moment was nearing maturity.

"Wait for the River God's decree."

Ancestral Dragon said heavily.

Hope, excitement, and fervor flickered in the eyes of all three.

Primordial Continent, Jade Capital Mountain.

Hongjun was a bit stumped. He had stopped debating the Dao, and an awkward expression crept across his aged face.

"Daoist friend, didn't you say Luohu was about to make his move? There's not a stir from the three clans."

Old Ancestor of Five Elements spoke slowly.

Debating the Dao had its uses, but they couldn't keep at it forever, could they?

They had waited and waited, waited some more—hundreds of thousands of years had passed, and there was still no sign of the three-clan war.

How long were they supposed to wait?

Damn it, what was Luohu playing at? Why hadn't he secretly stoked the flames to trigger the war... Hongjun cursed inwardly, his face maintaining a calm, confident smile.

"Everyone, don't rush. Don't rush."

"Everything is within This Humble One's control."

"Luohu is already scheming. The delay is only because the final battle of the three clans is at stake, so it's slow. The opportunity will come soon."

Hongjun said with an air of composure.

He refused to believe that Luohu would dawdle when the dawn of proving the Dao and reaching Hunyuan was right before his eyes!

Hundreds of thousands of years had passed—Luohu was bound to strike soon. He was certain!

The three old ancestors exchanged glances and nodded, choosing to trust Hongjun's words.

Then they would wait a little longer and continue debating the Dao.

Primordial Continent, Western Spirit Mountain.

Within the Devil Palace, Luohu was also stumped, and he had already started cursing loudly, terrifying the four Devil Lords into trembling, not daring to breathe heavily, all kneeling on the ground with heads bowed, listening to Luohu's reprimands.

"A bunch of trash! A bunch of trash!"

"You can't even handle such a trivial matter?"

"A million years! It's been a million years, and the three clans are still as calm as still water!"

"This Seat ordered you to stir up the three clans' fury. This Seat ordered you to push them into war. Tell This Seat, what's the result? The three clans are at peace, and some of those insignificant ants are even fraternizing and debating the Dao!"

Luohu was so angry his nose was practically crooked.

His Zhu Xian Sword Formation, his Four Swords of Zhu Xian were already itching for action, and he had been waiting until his eyes were about to pop out.

He had thought handing such a small task to these four wastes would be no problem, but when he grew impatient with closed-door cultivation and opened his eyes to check—this was what he saw.

Well, there wasn't even the slightest friction among the three clans—not a shred of the killing intent that should precede a great war. It was all pure harmony, everyone getting along, and even the grudges and conflicts accumulated over a million years had mostly dissolved.

I told you to handle things, and this is how you do it?!

"Devil Ancestor, calm your wrath!"

"Devil Ancestor, calm your wrath!"

The four Devil Lords pressed their foreheads to the ground, shouting loudly.

"Get lost!"

Having vented his emotions, Luohu knew he couldn't really blame the four, so he coldly barked.

Hearing this, the four Devil Lords finally felt a weight lift off their shoulders. They all slunk away, literally rolling out, terrified that the Devil Ancestor might find an excuse to scold them again.

"..."

Luohu nearly laughed in anger.

Taking a deep breath, he sat back down on his meditation cushion.

"Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin—those three old bastards have a problem, a big problem."

"These four wastes may have failed in their tasks, but they did carry them out. No matter how they tried to stir up trouble, Ancestral Dragon and the others always suppressed it by force."

"Moreover, Candle Dragon, Divine Phoenix, and Ink Kirin seem to have received instructions from those three old things. Their external behavior has become much more ambiguous, with no trace of belligerence left."

"Could Ancestral Dragon and the others know that This Seat is scheming behind the scenes?"

"No, no, impossible. The Heavenly Secrets are in chaos, and This Seat's actions were very covert. Not to mention, this is the end of the great tribulation; with Sha Qi corroding their spiritual platforms, they'd be even less likely to notice details."

"Then where is the problem?"

One thought after another flashed through Luohu's mind. In the end, no matter how he deduced, he couldn't find any clue, leaving him utterly baffled and unable to make sense of it.

"No, I can't let this drag on any longer. Otherwise, there are too many uncertain factors, and Hongjun is also a hidden threat. I must resolve this quickly and force the three clans into war."

Luohu's brows furrowed tightly, his expression turning serious as he stood up again.

With a flicker of his form, Luohu split into three, two avatars appearing beside him.

Then, without hesitation, Luohu and his two avatars took a step forward, directly tearing through the void and departing.

Couldn't figure out what Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin were up to?

Then he would go see for himself!

He would go directly to the outskirts of the three clans and stake them out, monitor them directly!

He refused to believe that even then, he wouldn't find any clues, or discover what was really going on with Ancestral Dragon and the others.

Especially since the Immortal Volcano was the easiest place to obscure the Heavenly Secrets, so Luohu decided that his true body would stake out the Immortal Volcano, while his other two avatars would go to the East Sea and the Void Plain, prioritizing caution and prudence.

He would first stake them out for a few tens of thousands of years. If he still couldn't find any clues, then he would think of another way. The war among the three clans could not be delayed—it must begin as soon as possible!

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