At the same time, beneath the Primordial Land, at the abyssal bottom of the Four Seas, and within the southern mountains, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin Three Clans could no longer suppress the urgency in their hearts.
The Measure Tribulation had been slow to begin, the Investiture of the Gods hung undecided, and the Three Clans had lain dormant for billions upon billions of years, waiting for this killing tribulation to turn their fortunes around and send their clan disciples onto the list.
The Phoenix Clan, however, was perfectly composed.
Kong Xuan held Sanshan Pass, commanding heavy troops, his fame resounding far and wide; he was already a pillar general on Shang Zhou's side.
The upper ranks of the Phoenix Clan had long since secretly contacted Kong Xuan, and under the names of recruitment, expansion, and rotation of defenses, had quietly planted countless Phoenix Clan elites transformed into human form into the army camp.
On the surface, they were human soldiers; in secret, all carried the bloodline of the Phoenix Clan. They only had to wait for war to break out, and then they could charge openly and honorably into battle, going with the flow to answer the tribulation and ascend the list. It would be neither abrupt nor suspicious.
But the Dragon Clan and the Kirin Clan had no such convenience.
The Dragon Clan occupied the Four Seas and rarely set foot in the Central Plains on ordinary days, having little involvement with human dynasties.
The Kirin Clan hid within mountains, rivers, and earth veins, strictly observing ancient rules and rarely involving themselves in Mortal World disputes.
Though the two clans possessed deep foundations, they did not even have a proper excuse to enter Zhaoge or Xiqi.
They wanted their clan members to ascend the list as a matter