Primordial Wilderness: I Keep Offering Poisonous Schemes! Houtu Urges Me to Calm Down

Eastern Emperor Taiyi?

Chu Xuan's gaze flickered.

He was somewhat eager to give it a try.

His consciousness sank into the Heavenly Tribulation Law.

Using the Heavenly Tribulation Law within himself to sense the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao outside, his faint Dao Ancestor status allowed him to merge with the heavenly tribulation.

He sat within it.

Resonating with the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao.

Standing at the end of the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao, he watched the faint disturbances beyond it. It was as though a terrifying beast was suppressing and plundering the power of the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao.

As time passed, that terrifying beast continued to burrow deeper into the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao.

Even through layers of mist, Chu Xuan could sense that scorching aura of power—the law of the great sun.

If not for the six Dao Ancestors seated around him, Chu Xuan alone might not have been able to withstand that Quasi-Saint-level power.

"Theoretically speaking, although that Dao Fruit of the Heavenly Court is more meant to carry out obligations, it is also a key!"

"If we were not stationed here, they might truly have a chance to control this Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao, even if only partially!"

"Like us, they could make slight adjustments to the heavenly tribulations!"

Chu Xuan spoke.

The incarnations of the six Heavenly Tribulation Dao Ancestors beside him stirred, each revealing their respective forms.

The faces of Qiangliang, Xizi, Gonggong, Zhurong, Tianwu, and Shebishi appeared.

This time, it was the rarely outspoken Gonggong who spoke first.

His expression was calm as he said, "But that is all!"

"Heavenly tribulation is a method of the Heavenly Dao. Though we took a shortcut and deduced and created it in advance, under the Heavenly Dao's additional infusion, our authority has been diluted far too much!"

"Strengthening heavenly tribulations is not difficult, but weakening them would require far too much effort even with our means!"

"If things were truly as the Demon Race imagined—arbitrarily changing the strength of heavenly tribulations to win over the myriad races—even if all of us Dao Ancestors joined forces, we absolutely could not accomplish it!"

"At most, there are only a very few slots!"

"The Heavenly Dao will not allow too many existences to step beyond the rules!"

"We have already evenly distributed those slots among the Wu Clan. Our Wu Clan is so sparsely populated, yet we can only weaken the tribulations by an average of one-third. How could there be any room for them to meddle?"

"Come to think of it, I actually quite agree with your idea, little brother Chu Xuan. Our Wu Clan is few in number and has difficulty reproducing. The myriad races are flourishing—even if it is not the Demon Race, their growth at our expense is no long-term solution. It is just that little sister and big brother disagree!"

The rarely outspoken Ancestral Shaman Gonggong opened his mouth, and the moment he did, he dropped a bombshell, directly declaring that he supported Chu Xuan's poisonous scheme.

Chu Xuan's eyes lit up at once, while the surrounding Ancestral Shamans stared at him in utter bewilderment.

Zhurong, who had always been hot-tempered and yet shared both the worst and best relationship with Gonggong, was even more shocked.

Their relationship was the worst because their natures clashed, but the best because their conflicts only deepened the bond between them.

Yet even he found it hard to imagine that such words had come from the ever-calm Gonggong.

Always stone-faced, and then suddenly he comes out with something huge, huh!

Zhurong was astonished.

Yet among those present, only Chu Xuan understood Gonggong.

After all, in "history," this was the one who, in a fit of rage, rammed into Buzhou Mountain, punched a hole in the heavens, and caused the Celestial River to pour backward and destroy the world.

Gonggong might seem calm, but water could also become a flood. This was a ruthless figure who could drown the world in floodwaters as casually as waving a hand.

Chu Xuan greatly admired him.

Moreover, the other party supported his plan. Good, very good—this was a force he could win over.

Chu Xuan immediately struck up a conversation with Gonggong. The two greatly admired one another, and when Chu Xuan borrowed power, Gonggong even generously lent him his late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit.

The other Ancestral Shamans' eyes twitched as they watched.

Zhurong could not help but say, "You two aren't planning to carry out that plan after all, are you?!"

"Big brother already laid down the strategy earlier. Why should our powerful Wu Clan care about such things? So long as we attain the Dao, what are the mere myriad races worth?"

Zhurong had always been quick-tempered, but ever since Chu Xuan appeared, he increasingly felt that his temper did not seem quite so explosive after all.

Most crucially, upon hearing Zhurong's words, Gonggong actually seemed somewhat tempted.

It made Zhurong's scalp go numb.

Chu Xuan, however, shook his head and, beneath the surprised gazes of the other Ancestral Shamans, rejected the suggestion.

"There is one thing you said correctly: the current Demon Race is not yet enough to make the Wu Clan attach such importance to them and shoulder Karma!"

"The Wu Clan will face far more problems in the future. There's no need to waste ourselves here!"

Chu Xuan had already thought it through. There would be too many matters to intervene in down the line; there was no need for the Wu Clan to shoulder even more Karma over such trivial things now.

If they were going to shoulder it, they should shoulder something big—something like the Heavenly Tribulation Plan, a sustainable undertaking with far-reaching consequences.

Moreover, he reckoned that if they intervened too excessively and provoked Hongjun too much, both he and the Wu Clan were still too weak. The time was not yet right.

At the same time, hearing Chu Xuan's words, the Ancestral Shamans all frowned slightly.

The Wu Clan would face even more problems in the future?

They were Pangu Orthodox, powerful beyond measure. Who could possibly create problems for them?

But before they could think further—

Suddenly, outside—

The Pangu Great Hall trembled.

The expressions of the Ancestral Shamans shifted as they turned grave.

"They're making their move!"

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"They're making their move!"

Outside, their True Bodies had already acted. Next, it was time for Eastern Emperor Taiyi to suffer the backlash.

Meanwhile, in the outside world—the Primordial Wilderness—countless Great Divine Ability Users were still watching Eastern Emperor Taiyi refine the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit within the Heavenly Court.

The success or failure of this matter was bound to have far-reaching consequences.

It concerned not only the rise and fall of the demon race, but also the rise and fall of all races.

Yet, seeing Quasi-Saint Eastern Emperor Taiyi wield the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell, and truly suppress the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit—

Strands of Heavenly Tribulation Law were continuously being devoured by Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Many powerful figures felt that there should be no further problems.

"For the demon race, this may even be a stroke of fortune!"

"The Demon Heavenly Court is truly blessed by fate!"

Some were conflicted, while others were dissatisfied.

And some wore faintly puzzled expressions.

They felt as though they had forgotten something.

Then, in the next instant—

Suddenly—

RUMBLE—

The Heaven Realm was torn open in an instant by a colossal great hall. Countless stretches of space were reduced to dust, the void split apart, and Earth Wind Water Fire surged into being.

Several bursts of hearty laughter rang out.

The expressions of countless beings changed slightly as realization struck them.

"That's right—the Wu Clan!"

The Wu Clan was now immensely powerful, occupying vast swathes of the Primordial Wilderness. They were another rising race after the Dragon-Han Three Races.

In the past, though their conflict had not yet grown particularly sharp, after Di Jun established the demon race, clashes between them had occurred time and again.