"When that time comes, the Netherworld Underworld can become a supreme sacred land under the Wu Clan's absolute control, and a foundation that will endure for countless ages."
"The demon race rules the heavens, and the Wu Clan governs the earth. As long as the Six Paths of Reincarnation remain intact, the Wu Clan will be blessed with an endless stream of boundless merit and the fortune of heaven and earth."
"No matter how much the Heavenly Dao wants to scheme against you, it will have to weigh the terrifying karmic burden of destroying reincarnation."
Ye Xuan paused, then dropped another bombshell that sent every Ancestral Wu into a frenzy.
"What's more, as long as we hold the Underworld, even if warriors of the Wu Clan fall in battle in the future, we can use our authority over the Six Paths of Reincarnation to bring them into the Underworld, provided a trace of their blood essence or true spirit survives. With endless merit and the essence of the Earth Dao, we can cleanse their killing intent and even rebuild true bodies for those fallen Wu heroes, allowing them to return from the Underworld."
An endless stream of merit! A refuge impervious to all arts! Even the power to resurrect their fallen clansmen!
This sweeping strategic analysis set the Ancestral Wu's blood boiling and shook them to their cores.
The anger and worry that had filled their eyes had now been completely replaced by fervor and astonishment.
If all of this could truly be achieved, the Wu Clan would never again have to fear for its future.
How was this sacrificing Houtu? It was nothing less than paving a broad, magnificent road for the entire Wu Clan to become eternal overlords.
Di Jiang drew a deep breath, struggling to suppress the