"The aura of the Great Venerable!"
"It's even stronger than before!"
As the Ancestral Wu of spatial speed, Dijiang was the most sensitive to this level of power.
He forced two words out of his throat with difficulty, his voice extremely hoarse.
He had thought that during Su Ming's seclusion, the twelve of them working together might be able to slightly close the gap between themselves and the Great Venerable.
But only now did he realize that they had been wrong—horribly wrong.
That chasm had not shrunk at all. Instead, it had widened to the point where even looking up at it was an arduous task!
Su Ming's gaze slowly swept over the twelve horrified faces. His voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority.
"Take revenge? What do you intend to use to take revenge?"
"Your brute strength?"
Those words instantly turned the twelve Ancestral Magi's faces bright red, their shock transforming into shame.
"Do you know where Hongjun is now? Do you know what level his cultivation has reached? Do you know who stands behind him?"
Su Ming asked three questions in succession.
Each one was like a heavy hammer, striking brutally at the hearts of the twelve Ancestral Magi.
They had no way to answer.
"Knowing nothing about your enemy, you rush out with nothing but reckless courage—and then what?" Su Ming's tone suddenly turned cold. "Have the entire Wu Clan be buried with you? Have this world, opened by Father God at the cost of his life, fall completely into the hands of vile schemers?"
"Do you want to avenge Father God, or do you want to lead the Wu Clan to destruction?!"
"Think about the three clans during the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation! Were they not powerful enough? The Dragon Ancestor, Yuanfeng, and the First Qilin—which of them was not an unparalleled powerhouse whose might shook the Primordial Wilderness? But what happened in the end?"
Su Ming's voice echoed through the empty Pangu Hall, every word striking at their hearts.
"They trusted their own strength too much and thought themselves invincible. In the end, they died, their clans were destroyed, their Destiny/Luck was seized, and they became nothing more than tools for others!"
"Do you want to follow in their footsteps?!"
"Boom!"
Those words were like a basin of ice water poured over their heads.
The twelve Ancestral Magi shuddered all over, the redness in their eyes instantly clearing considerably.
Yes...
They had only been thinking about revenge, yet had forgotten who their enemy was.
That was Hongjun, who had schemed against Father God! It was the Heaven Dao, which had stolen the fruits of victory!
Even Father God, who had split the heavens and earth, had fallen into their trap. If they charged out like this, how would it be any different from seeking death?
Zhurong lowered his head. The flames around him completely subsided, leaving only a chest full of frustration and unwillingness.
"Great Venerable, could it be... could it be that Father God's blood feud will simply be forgotten?" His voice carried a hint of a sob.
"Forgotten?" Su Ming let out a cold laugh. "How could Father God's blood feud ever be forgotten? Even if we poured out the waters of the Nine Heavens, they could not wash it away!"
He paused, his tone turning incomparably grim.
"But not now."
"Right now, in Hongjun's eyes, we are nothing more than slightly stronger ants. He can crush us to death at any time."
Su Ming looked at the twelve Ancestral Magi as they gathered again and spoke word by word. "From today onward, every one of you must do one thing."
"Bury your hatred for Hongjun and the Heaven Dao deep in your bones! Let it rot in your bellies!"
"Before we possess absolute strength, not one of you may reveal the slightest trace of fighting intent!"
Su Ming spoke the final four words extremely softly, yet they made all twelve Ancestral Magi shudder.
They had no doubt that if the Great Venerable said it, he would do it.
"Great Venerable, just how powerful is Hongjun?" Dijiang drew a deep breath and asked the question everyone wanted answered.
Su Ming's gaze became incomparably solemn.
"He was once a Chaos Demon God, an existence from the same era as Father God. Now, his cultivation has already surpassed the Primordial Golden Immortal realm and is infinitely close to the realm of the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal."
Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal!
The moment those six words were spoken, the temperature in Pangu Hall seemed to drop to freezing point once more.
That was the legendary realm of the Saints! Impervious to all tribulations, deathless and indestructible!
"Even with my current cultivation at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm..." Su Ming cut them off and said frankly, "if I faced Hongjun, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the chance to strike. There would be no chance of survival!"
No chance of survival!
Those four words completely shattered the last trace of hope in the hearts of the twelve Ancestral Magi.
Even the Great Venerable, so powerful that they could only look up to him, would be powerless to fight back before Hongjun?
How could they take this revenge?
An emotion called despair began to spread through their hearts.
Looking at their faces, so heavy they seemed almost ready to drip with water, Su Ming knew the time was right.
"Despairing?"
His voice rang out once more.
"Has the bloodline of Father God ever known the word despair?"
"Hongjun is powerful, and the Heaven Dao is powerful, but they are not invincible!"
Two dazzling beams of divine light suddenly burst from Su Ming's eyes.
"Our Wu Clan has hope for revenge! Moreover, it is our only hope!"
The twelve Ancestral Magi raised their heads sharply, a glimmer of light rekindling in their eyes.
"Please instruct us, Great Venerable!"
"That hope is the Primordial Twelve Heavenly God-Demon Array that I taught you!"
Su Ming's voice rang out with sonorous force, every word landing like a hammer.
"You twelve were transformed from Father God's blood essence. Joined together, you can form the greatest killing array in the Primordial Wilderness and summon Father God's true body!"
"Only by completely mastering this array and condensing the true Pangu True Body will we have the qualifications to contend with Hongjun and the Heaven Dao!"
The Ancestral Magi were overjoyed at first, but then their faces revealed difficulty.
"Great Venerable, although we can set up this array, to completely control it and condense Father God's true body, I'm afraid..." Even Dijiang, as powerful as he was, sensed how difficult it would be.
It required the twelve of them to be of one heart, their powers to merge perfectly, and their comprehension of the laws to reach an utterly terrifying level.
"Afraid?" Su Ming's gaze suddenly sharpened. "Those are merely the minimum requirements!"
"Do not forget, our enemy is not just Hongjun!"
"There is also the Heaven Dao... which is no longer impartial and no one knows what kind of mutation it has undergone!"
"What you must do is not merely master the array, but surpass Father God's mastery of it!"
"Because the enemy we face is more terrifying than the Three Thousand Demon Gods joining forces!"
Boom!
Su Ming's words were like a divine thunderbolt splitting the heavens, exploding in the minds of the twelve Ancestral Magi!
Surpass Father God?
Face an enemy more terrifying than the Three Thousand Demon Gods?
At this moment, all their unwillingness, frustration, and despair were replaced by unprecedented pressure.
They had finally awakened completely.
They now understood what a terrifying war they were facing.
They understood what a heavy blood feud weighed upon their shoulders.
"We... understand!"
Zhurong was the first to drop to one knee. He withdrew all his flames, and in those scarlet eyes remained nothing but a resolve as cold as an abyss.
"We shall respectfully obey the Great Venerable's decree!"
The other Ancestral Magi also knelt one after another, expressing their submission.
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