Primordial Wilderness: I Repeatedly Offered Poisonous Schemes! Houtu Advised Me to Calm Down

After the two gods departed.

Houtu took a deep breath, setting up restrictions all around, even going so far as to activate the Pangu Essence Blood within her to obscure the heavenly secrets, ensuring even saints would struggle to spy on them for a short time, before asking nervously.

"Little brother, what you said earlier—was it just to deceive them, or is it true?"

Chu Xuan looked at the Houtu Ancestor Wu, who seemed somewhat off-balance, and said with a smile.

"It's naturally true!"

"Only the truth can shake the minds of Great Divine Ability Users, isn't that right?"

Houtu's mind trembled violently.

It wasn't because of the Saint Position.

But because she was worried about the Wu Clan's future.

As Chu Xuan had laid out his description earlier, Houtu finally realized just how naive they, the Ancestral Shamans, had been.

They had only thought themselves invincible.

But now, the era of Quasi-Saints, and even the era of Saints, was about to descend!

The Twelve Ancestral Shamans were confident they could cultivate to Quasi-Saint, but a Saint?

That was difficult, extremely difficult!

Six Cushions, and in the future, six Saints?!!!

Houtu felt a mix of bitterness and fear.

But then, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned her gaze to Chu Xuan, unable to help asking with hope.

"Little brother, what you said earlier about the Wu Clan's survival—does that refer to this?"

Chu Xuan didn't answer directly.

"Sister Houtu, I have a plan! I'm not sure if I should speak it!"

A familiar opening, a familiar topic.

I have a plan!

It instantly made Ancestor Wu Houtu's heart tremble.

She couldn't help but think of the two previous ruthless schemes.

One had already been carried out, causing the deaths of countless billions of beings, but that was barely justifiable for the Primordial Wilderness.

The second was even worse, a truly indiscriminate extermination, thankfully rejected by her.

In the past, Houtu thought she would never need Chu Xuan's schemes again.

But at this moment, facing the potential arrival of the Quasi-Saint era, and even the Saint era.

Houtu wavered!

As expected, for the sake of the Wu Clan, Houtu ultimately set aside her principles.

And she also held a sliver of hope—perhaps not all of Chu Xuan's plans were venomous!

But inevitably, her hope was doomed.

To gain profit, how could one not harm others? Suffering only leads to more suffering; devouring others is the way to rise above.

Chu Xuan smiled as he watched Houtu gradually yield, then revealed his plan.

"I have a plan!"

"It's called: Who Decides the Saint Positions, Throw the World into Chaos!"

"Every Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal must fall into this trap!"

"The Cushions are set, but the Heavenly Dao still leaves a thread of life!"

"The Cushions are fixed, but the Saint Positions are not necessarily so!"

"Back then, on the six Cushions, Zhunti and Jieyin weren't directly seated on them either!"

"Wasn't it easy to change things, swapping Kunpeng and Hong Yun?"

"If things were normal, it would just be a seat, but now that we know this concerns the Saint Positions, if we spread it out, tell me—what will happen to the world, to the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace?"

Chu Xuan spoke lightly, yet another venomous scheme.

Houtu didn't know where he got so many details.

But at that moment, she almost instantly sensed a storm of blood and slaughter.

What else could happen? There would be struggle, there would be plunder, there would be all kinds of schemes, blood and chaos.

These were Saint Positions—who would willingly give them up, who could stay rational?

Even if it was just a sliver of a chance, even if everyone knew Chu Xuan's words had no proof yet, it would still drive them mad.

If it weren't certain that the Twelve Ancestral Shamans had gained nothing during the sermon, even they might have been tempted.

"Usurpation, conquest, scheming—the Gods will fall into chaos, ushering in the Dark Forest!"

"The Gods do not trust one another, and they will inevitably fight over the Cushions. As long as the Dao Ancestor has not yet declared the Cushions to be Saint Positions, what they're contending over is merely a cushion! It does not cross the Dao Ancestor's bottom line!"

"But even for just this one cushion, the Gods will wage war, plunging the world into chaos—this is a scheme in plain sight!"

"From now on, even when the Quasi-Saint era arrives, even when the Saint era arrives, the many Quasi-Saints and Saints will only bear grudges against each other, allowing our Wu Clan to maneuver among them!"

"Sister Houtu, don't forget—besides the Saint Positions set by the Dao Ancestor, there is another legend in this world!"

"He who rules heaven and earth is a Saint!"

"Once the Saint Positions are firmly established, the Gods will know that the Saint Realm is permitted by the Dao Ancestor, yet there will be no path forward. When our Wu Clan is exclusive and the Demon Race embraces all, tell me—which side will these Great Divine Ability Users choose?"

"Only by first sowing discord, by making the Gods attack each other, can our Wu Clan have a future!"

"And because the Wu Clan does not covet the Saint Positions, we become the most suitable partners!"

"I did all this for the Wu Clan! Sister Houtu!"

Chu Xuan smiled as he looked at Houtu before him, as if waiting for her decision.

Houtu was shaken and horrified by the future Chu Xuan painted. With her wisdom, she could naturally deduce that once this plan was set in motion, blood and chaos would follow. But she could also foresee the despair-driven Great Divine Ability Users joining the Demon Race, just as Chu Xuan had described.

In the past, the Gods had never realized they could become Saints, or rather, they dared not explore it under the Dao Ancestor's pressure.

But if they truly could become Saints, the madness of those Gods was easy to imagine. Their joining the Demon Race was almost a certainty—perhaps not all, but a portion would be enough.

The Wu Clan's advantage in high-end combat power would be lost.

And now, the solution to this problem was laid before her.

Houtu's choice...

For the future of the Wu Clan, she could only agree!

But after agreeing, Houtu felt something strange.

Because this time, accepting Chu Xuan's plan was not as difficult as before.

Even knowing that what lay ahead was a storm of blood and a Dark Forest!

"Perhaps it's because this time it only involves the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace who aspire to become Saints!"

Houtu subconsciously ignored the fact that the Primordial Wilderness revered strength above all, and the chaos among the Gods was no less than the chaos of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Houtu was gradually taking on Chu Xuan's shape.

After agreeing, she instinctively asked Chu Xuan what to do next.

"What do you mean, what to do next?"

"Haven't I already done it?"

Chu Xuan smiled.

Houtu jolted, recalling the departure of Nuwa and Fuxi.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly.

So there had never been a choice to make—he was already acting.

Yes, he was now an Ancestral Shaman, with the right to make his own decisions.

His earlier discussion with her was merely a sign of respect.

At that moment, Houtu suddenly realized—or rather, truly began to regard Chu Xuan as a peer, not a junior in need of guidance.

Seeing Houtu lost in thought, Chu Xuan thought his unilateral decision had hurt her feelings. In the end, he gave her something to do.

"Of course, to ensure the news doesn't spread too slowly, Sister Houtu can also seek out some acquaintances and spread it in secret!"

"Double insurance!"

Hearing Chu Xuan's words, Houtu naturally understood that he was trying to soothe her emotions, and a warmth filled her heart.

With her mindset shifting, she couldn't help but point out a flaw.

"But there's still one risk in this matter, isn't there?"