An Enemy More Terrifying Than the Three Thousand Demon Gods

"The Great Venerable's aura!"

"Even stronger than before!"

As the Ancestral Magus of Space and Speed, Dijiang was the most sensitive to this level of perception.

He forced two words from his throat, his voice bone-dry.

He had thought that during Su Ming's seclusion, the twelve of them working together might slightly close the gap with the Great Venerable.

But now he realized they were wrong—horribly wrong.

That chasm hadn't shrunk; it had widened to the point where even looking up at it left them breathless!

Su Ming's gaze swept slowly over the twelve shocked faces, his voice calm yet carrying an unshakable authority.

"Revenge? What are you going to use for revenge?"

"Just brute force?"

Those words made the faces of the Twelve Ancestral Magi flush crimson, shifting from shock to shame.

"Do you know where Hongjun is now? Do you know what cultivation he has reached? Do you know who stands behind him?"

Su Ming fired off three questions in a row.

Each one struck like a heavy hammer, slamming into the hearts of the Twelve Ancestral Magi.

They had no way to answer.

"You know nothing about your enemy, yet you charge out on nothing but hot blood—and then what?" Su Ming's tone turned icy. "Let the entire Wu Clan be buried with you? Let this world, opened with Father God's life, fall completely into the hands of petty scoundrels?"

"Do you want to avenge Father God, or do you want to lead the Wu Clan to extinction?!"

"Think back to the three clans during the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation! Weren't they strong enough? The Dragon Ancestor, the Primordial Phoenix, the First Qilin—each was a peerless powerhouse who shook the Primordial Wilderness. And what was the result?"

Su Ming's voice echoed through the empty Pangu Hall, every word piercing the heart.

"They trusted too much in their own strength, looked down on everything, and ended up dead, their clans destroyed, their Destiny stolen, becoming pawns for others!"

"Do you want to follow in their footsteps?!"

"Boom!"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads.

The Twelve Ancestral Magi shuddered, their bloodshot eyes instantly clearing.

Yes...

They had only thought of revenge, forgetting who their enemy was.

It was Hongjun, who had schemed against Father God! It was the Heavenly Dao, which had stolen the fruits of victory!

Even Father God, who split the sky and opened the earth, had fallen into their trap. Charging out like this—what was it but suicide?

Zhurong lowered his head, the fire around him fully extinguished, leaving only a chest full of frustration and unwillingness.

"Great Venerable, then... then is Father God's great vengeance just to be let go?" His voice carried a hint of choking emotion.

"Let go?" Su Ming sneered. "Father God's blood feud—even pouring out all the waters of the Nine Heavens couldn't wash it clean. How could it be let go!"

He paused, his tone turning utterly grim.

"But not now."

"Right now, in Hongjun's eyes, we're nothing but slightly stronger ants. He can crush us whenever he wants."

Su Ming looked at the Twelve Ancestral Magi, who had gathered back around, and spoke word by word: "From today on, all of you must do one thing."

"Bury your hatred for Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao deep into your marrow! Let it rot in your bellies!"

"Until you have absolute power, not a single trace of battle intent may leak out!"

The last four words, Su Ming spoke very softly, yet they made the Twelve Ancestral Magi shiver in unison.

They had no doubt that the Great Venerable meant what he said and would follow through.

"Great Venerable, then... how strong is Hongjun, really?" Dijiang took a deep breath and asked the question on everyone's mind.

Su Ming's gaze turned extremely grave.

"He was once a Chaos Demon God, an existence from the same era as Father God. Now, his cultivation has broken through to Golden Immortal of the Origin, infinitely close to the realm of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin."

Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin!

The moment those six words left his mouth, the temperature in Pangu Hall seemed to drop to freezing.

That was the legendary realm of sainthood! Untouched by myriad tribulations, undying and immortal!

"Even I, at my peak cultivation of late-stage Golden Immortal," Su Ming interrupted their thoughts, speaking frankly, "would probably not even have a chance to strike against Hongjun. Certain death, no chance of survival!"

Certain death, no chance of survival!

Those four words shattered the last shred of hope in the hearts of the Twelve Ancestral Magi.

Even the Great Venerable, so powerful that they could only look up to him, had no hope of fighting back against Hongjun?

Then how could this vengeance ever be achieved?

A feeling called despair began to spread through their hearts.

Seeing the heavy, almost dripping-with-water expressions on their faces, Su Ming knew the moment was right.

"Despair?"

His voice rang out again.

"Since when have the words 'despair' ever existed in Father God's bloodline!"

"Hongjun is strong, the Heavenly Dao is strong, but they are not invincible!"

Su Ming's eyes suddenly burst forth with two brilliant divine lights.

"Our Wu Clan has hope for revenge! And it is the only hope!"

The Twelve Ancestral Magi jerked their heads up, a glimmer of light rekindling in their eyes.

"Please instruct us, Great Venerable!"

"This hope is the Primordial Twelve Heavenly God-Demon Array I taught you!"

Su Ming's voice was resounding and forceful, each word striking like a hammer!

"You twelve were born from Father God's essence blood. United, you can lay down this Primordial Wilderness's number one killing array and summon Father God's true body!"

"Only by fully mastering this array and condensing the true Pangu True Body can we earn the right to contend with Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao!"

Hearing this, the Ancestral Magi were first overjoyed, then their faces showed difficulty.

"Great Venerable, though we can set up this array, to fully master it and condense Father God's true body... I'm afraid..." Even Dijiang felt the immense difficulty involved.

It required the twelve of them to be of one mind, their power to merge perfectly, and their comprehension of the laws to reach an extremely terrifying level.

"Afraid?" Su Ming's gaze suddenly sharpened. "That is only the minimum requirement!"

"Don't forget, our enemy is not just one Hongjun!"

"There is also... a Heavenly Dao that is no longer impartial, that has undergone some unknown mutation!"

"What you must do is not to master the array, but to surpass Father God's own mastery of it!"

"Because what we face is an enemy more terrifying than the combined might of the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods!"

Boom!

Su Ming's words exploded like a primordial thunderclap in the minds of the Twelve Ancestral Magi!

Surpass Father God?

Face an enemy more terrifying than the Three Thousand Demon Gods?

At that moment, all their unwillingness, frustration, and despair were replaced by an unprecedented pressure.

They finally understood completely.

What kind of terrifying war they were facing.

What kind of heavy, blood-deep hatred they carried on their shoulders.

"We... understand!"

Zhurong was the first to kneel on one knee. He extinguished all his flames, leaving only an icy, abyss-like resolve in his crimson eyes.

"We humbly obey the Great Venerable's decree!"

The remaining Ancestral Magi also knelt one after another, pledging their submission.