The Wu Clan Defends by Attacking, Re-entering the Primordial Wilderness to Travel

"You may leave now."

Watching the twelve Ancestral Magi depart, Su Ming's gaze burned with intensity. He understood well that the shock and motivation stirred by his words would ultimately need time to digest. Surpassing Father God? Those four words were both a heavy mountain-like shackle and the only blade to tear through despair for the twelve Ancestral Magi.

Returning to his cultivation hall, Su Ming sat cross-legged, but his mind did not immediately sink into training. He spread his palm, and a pitch-black spear wreathed in endless Sha Qi, alongside a lotus platform shimmering with cyan light and radiating boundless creation vitality, hovered silently. The God Slaying Spear! The Thirty-Six-Petaled Creation Green Lotus! One was a Top-tier Innate Supreme Treasure formed from the blade edge of the Chaos Supreme Treasure Sky-Opening Divine Axe, unmatched in slaughter. The other was born from a seed of the Chaos Green Lotus, peerless in defense and brimming with supreme creation mysteries.

Sensing the vast Dao resonance emanating from the two treasures, Su Ming's consciousness sank into them. "Hongjun..." he murmured to himself, his eyes devoid of fear, only a cold calm. Without this trip to Buzhou Mountain, he might have truly believed, as in his past life's memories, that Hongjun was merely the Dao Ancestor. But the warning from Pangu's remnant soul made him fully realize that this Primordial World great calamity was far more perilous than imagined. The Heavenly Dao was no longer impartial. Hongjun had merged with the Heavenly Dao, his strength unfathomable. Relying solely on the Wu Clan, on an incomplete Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array, was far from enough. The only way to break the deadlock was to possess the power to overturn the chessboard himself!

Su Ming closed his eyes, his entire aura instantly retracted, and he began his seclusion. Boom! Vast mana surged into the God Slaying Spear and the Creation Green Lotus. What he sought was not merely refinement, but to comprehend the Great Dao of Slaughter and the Great Dao of Creation contained within them.

Time flowed on, and the Primordial World knew no years. When Su Ming opened his eyes again, the world outside the hall had long since changed. Thousands of years had passed in the blink of an eye. "Haa..." A long breath escaped his lips. This breath did not dissipate but instead condensed into a solid white stream, within which faint dragon roars and tiger howls echoed, and law runes flickered into and out of existence, before finally merging slowly into the void. His cultivation remained at the peak of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. But the Su Ming of now was worlds apart from before his seclusion. His mana was more condensed, each strand as heavy as a mountain. His Primordial Spirit was more translucent; with a single thought, he could clearly perceive the law veins of every inch of space outside Pangu Hall. He had fully mastered every ounce of power belonging to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal peak, his foundation so solid it far surpassed his peers.

His Divine Sense sank into his body. The God Slaying Spear had refined thirty-six Innate Restrictions. That shocking aura of slaughter could now be restrained at will, no longer leaking out easily. The Thirty-Six-Petaled Creation Green Lotus had refined forty Innate Restrictions. On the green lotus, creation qi swirled, as if it could evolve a Small World at any moment. His strength had surged more than tenfold!

"Great Venerable." Dijiang's respectful voice came from outside the hall. "Enter." Su Ming's voice was calm, yet it seemed to ring directly in Dijiang's heart. The hall door opened silently, and Dijiang stepped inside. The moment he saw Su Ming, his pupils abruptly contracted. The Su Ming before him had his aura restrained to the extreme, appearing like an ordinary mortal. Yet precisely because of this, Dijiang was all the more alarmed. This meant that the Great Venerable's control over his own power had reached a state of returning to simplicity.

"What is it?" Su Ming asked. "Reporting to the Great Venerable." Dijiang bowed, a hint of excitement hard to conceal in his tone. "Over the past millennia, the Wu Clan's warriors have strictly followed your decree, striving with all their might. Now, our clan's territory has expanded more than a hundredfold, from the Nether Blood Sea in the north to the Endless Volcanoes in the south—all are Wu Clan lands. The clan has gained over three hundred new Great Witches, and tribesmen at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm number in the tens of thousands!" At this point, even the steady Dijiang's voice carried a tremor. The Wu Clan had become an undisputed top-tier force on the Primordial World Great Earth!

Upon hearing this, Su Ming merely nodded slightly, his face showing little joy.

"And the other factions?"

Dijiang's expression turned serious. He knew this was the true concern of the Great Venerable.

"Within the Primordial World, many great cultivators have also emerged."

"The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, incarnated from the Primordial Spirit of Pangu, bear the merit of opening the heavens and possess profound cultivation!"

"On the Sun Star, Di Jun and Tai Yi, wielding their Companion Spiritual Treasures—the River Diagram and Luo Script, and the Chaos Bell—have widely summoned the Demon Race and established a new force in the Outer Heavens."

"On Western Sumeru Mountain, Jieyin and Zhunti, under the pretext of repairing the Western spiritual veins, are scrounging for resources everywhere."

With every name Dijiang spoke, the atmosphere within Pangu Hall grew heavier by a degree.

The Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Jieyin, Zhunti...

These thunderous names each represented a key piece in the future great chess game of the Primordial World.

They had finally stepped onto the stage of history.

"The Witch-Demon Tribulation is finally beginning its curtain call..." Su Ming's knuckles unconsciously tapped a rhythmic beat on the armrest.

And now, Hongjun had yet to attain sainthood.

There was still a chance for a turnaround!

The time left for Su Ming was running thin.

A terrifying sense of urgency, like an invisible mountain, suddenly pressed down on Su Ming's heart.

He had thought he was already moving fast enough, but these future Heavenly Dao Saints were chasing just as swiftly.

The Wu Clan appeared mighty, with vast territories, but in the eyes of these top-tier powers, they were likely still nothing more than brutes with raw strength.

Once they fully matured, once Hongjun began his schemes, the fate of the Wu Clan would still hang by a thread.

Relying solely on the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array was not secure enough.

He must... add another layer of insurance!

"Dijiang." Su Ming's voice cut through the contemplation.

"This Great Venerable commands."

"Spread my decree: from this day forth, the Wu Clan shall sheathe its edge, consolidate its territories, rest and recuperate, and shall not actively provoke conflict."

Dijiang was taken aback, somewhat puzzled. Now that the Wu Clan's momentum was soaring, at the peak of their advance, why suddenly halt?

But he did not ask.

Over thousands of years, Su Ming's authority had been etched into the very marrow of every Ancestral Wu.

"This one obeys the Great Venerable's decree!"

"Furthermore," Su Ming rose to his feet, his gaze piercing through Pangu Hall to the boundless Primordial World Heaven and Earth, "I must go out again."

"Great Venerable?!" Dijiang was greatly alarmed.

"Crafting in isolation will ultimately fail to glimpse the full picture of the Great Dao." Su Ming's tone was calm, yet carried an unyielding resolve. "You have all felt the pressure from Hongjun. The Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, and those others are no easy opponents either. To break the deadlock, I must seek a great fortune capable of defying heaven and changing fate!"

A great fortune capable of defying heaven and changing fate!

Dijiang's mind shook violently. He understood Su Ming's intent.

The Great Venerable was going to seek that legendary, elusive Primordial Great Dao!

"We... understand." Dijiang took a deep breath and bowed solemnly to Su Ming. "Great Venerable, rest assured. In your absence, the twelve of us will guard the Wu Clan as solid as iron."

Su Ming nodded, and with a flicker of his form, he vanished from the hall.