A handsome, fair-skinned figure, somewhat slender compared to the other members of the Wu Clan, appeared before the many Ancestral Shamans.
A Lesser Shaman at the Golden Immortal level?
The Ancestral Shamans were taken aback.
The Wu Clan had yet to reach the peak it would attain in history, but even so, certain ranks had long been established. Below the Golden Immortal level were Witch Soldiers; Golden Immortals and Great Unity Golden Immortals were Lesser Shamans; and Great Luo Golden Immortals were Great Witches.
As for the many Ancestral Shamans, they had long since surpassed these ranks. Each of them stood at the very limits of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. They were only stuck because they couldn't see the path ahead.
Even so, not long ago, Dijiang's breakthrough had given them hope of advancing as well.
With several major realms between them, they rarely spared a glance for the Lesser Shamans, even though they had always cared deeply for their people.
And this one was only a Golden Immortal.
But this time, there was an exception.
Everyone's expressions turned a little strange.
Houtu's cheeks reddened slightly, and she couldn't help speaking up.
"Please don't laugh at me, brothers and sisters!"
"This is a newly born Lesser Shaman from our clan. His name is Chu Xuan, and I haven't had the chance to explain the rules to him."
"I'm afraid I haven't kept a close enough eye on him!"
The Ancestral Shamans chuckled, and the heavy mood brought on by the matter of the Demon Heavenly Court dissipated.
They all knew how gentle their little sister was, and naturally had no intention of blaming her.
Instead, they helped Houtu smooth things over.
"It's a good thing that our little sister is kindhearted!"
"Besides, we members of the Wu Clan were all born from Father God's blood. There's no distinction between high and low. We've simply been too busy making decisions about the clan's future and our cultivation, and neglected our fellow clansmen!"
"This Lesser Shaman is just a bit on the slender side. When you get back, little sister, make sure to teach him more. Big means strong!"
As he spoke, Zhurong flexed his burly arm.
He was declaring that this was the proper beauty of the Wu Clan!
Houtu Ancestor Wu could only laugh helplessly as she nodded again and again.
The Ancestral Shamans' spirits lifted a little.
Dijiang also nodded to himself.
This Lesser Shaman had arrived at just the right time!
Although he had already decided to make the call himself, he was doing it for the sake of the Wu Clan. Still, he didn't want his brothers and sisters to hold a grudge.
Now that they'd had a chance to calm down, things would be much better.
He spoke up.
"Since one of our clansmen has come to see you, little sister, go and deal with that first!"
After all, the matter at hand could wait a little longer.
The other Ancestral Shamans nodded as well.
Chu Xuan's arrival had given the Ancestral Shamans a chance to pause. They were gradually calming down and understood that establishing the Wu Clan was imperative.
They began considering the matter carefully. There was no need to rush it.
Houtu nodded.
She immediately waved her sleeve.
Layer upon layer of space opened up.
Hundreds of millions of miles away.
The "slender" figure's vision blurred, and in an instant he appeared before the many Ancestral Shamans.
Even now, the Ancestral Shamans had paid no attention to Chu Xuan's earlier claims that the Wu Clan's survival was at stake.
They didn't think a Lesser Shaman could say anything earth-shattering.
This wasn't contempt; it was simply a difference in perspective.
They understood the threat posed by the Demon Clan perfectly well. They didn't need him to spell it out.
However, just as the Ancestral Shamans were dismissing him,
the moment the slender figure appeared, he first looked startled, then bowed to the Ancestral Shamans.
"Chu Xuan greets the honored Ancestral Shamans!"
"Please, Ancestral Shamans, hear me out!"
"You absolutely must not establish the Wu Clan. That would be falling right into the Heavenly Dao's scheme—it's a path to certain death!"
"If the Wu Clan is established, our people are sure to be wiped out!"
The Ancestral Shamans' expressions froze. They stared in shock at the figure they'd previously dismissed.
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It wasn't because of how boldly he had spoken.
It was because—
How could a mere Lesser Shaman know that they were planning to establish the Wu Clan?
They had only just made the decision!
The Ancestral Shamans stared solemnly at Chu Xuan, their gazes able to pierce through every mystery.
Their towering bodies, hundreds of millions of feet tall, were like pillars holding up the heavens. Their many doubtful gazes shone like blazing suns.
The ten-thousand-foot-tall Lesser Shaman Chu Xuan felt immense pressure.
Even Houtu, who was always gentle and mild-tempered, couldn't help scrutinizing Chu Xuan as she stepped forward.
Two enormous, fair jade pillars shimmered in and out of sight amid the Great Dao Light Shadow.
Though the accompanying laws made them difficult to see clearly, they were so close that Chu Xuan's imagination ran wild.
His eyes were dazzled!
Oh no, that's a lot to take in!
Chu Xuan's heart gave a sudden jolt.
He forgot all the words he'd planned to say.
His instinct was to look up.
An Ancestral Shaman's thighs were right there, and the hem of her skirt...
But the moment the thought crossed his mind, he quickly lowered his head, his face flushing, and hurriedly dispelled the distracting thoughts.
He'd almost forgotten—this was the Primordial World. Did he really want to risk being reduced to ashes?
However, Chu Xuan's actions couldn't escape the Ancestral Shamans' notice.
The Ancestral Shamans, who had already been somewhat puzzled, paused. A faint blush colored Houtu's face.
She suddenly shrank until she was the same height as Chu Xuan.
With feigned annoyance, she said,
"You little rascal. If you can't give me a good explanation, don't blame me for punishing you for abusing emergency messages!"
The Ancestral Shamans laughed as well, and shrank until they were all as tall as Chu Xuan.
They laughed and chimed in.
"The Lesser Shamans in our little sister's tribe certainly have more complicated minds!"
"The Wu Clan in my tribe spend all day thinking about fighting. They don't have thoughts like these. It's quite a headache!"
"If the Wu Clan doesn't reproduce, how can we rule the Primordial Wilderness?"
"But as members of the Wu Clan, we should be open and straightforward. Why hide it?"
"Too bad this Lesser Shaman is far too weak. How could he ever be worthy of an Ancestral Shaman's exalted status?"
"Only the strong deserve to have beauties!"
Zhurong, with fiery snakes coiled around his ears, laughed heartily.
He didn't blame Chu Xuan at all for his disrespectful behavior.
Most of the Ancestral Shamans felt the same way.
They didn't mind Chu Xuan's behavior. The Wu Clan had always been direct and straightforward; there was no need to fuss over such trivial things.
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