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

"Once this plan is set in motion, it will definitely offend the future saints and stir up a bloody storm. Even Great Divine Ability Users might fall—more than one, at that!"

Fuxi shook his head upon hearing this.

"That's why I said I'm not sure if it came from them. The methods are far too vicious."

"But as for offending future saints, that's not so clear-cut. From the Wu Clan's perspective, it's actually excellent. Since the Wu Clan has no Primordial Spirit and aren't disciples of the Dao Ancestor, they have no stake in the competition. Instead, they become the best pawns in this scheme. If they can secure the Wu Clan's protection, even future saints would have to owe them a favor."

"After all, those are the Twelve Ancestral Shamans."

"Twelve Great Divine Ability Users united as one, including a Quasi-Saint among them. They could practically run the whole game!"

The more Fuxi spoke, the more he admired the brilliance of the plan.

Even Nuwa couldn't help but be moved.

"Does that mean the Wu Clan can decide who becomes a saint? They could manipulate the saint quotas entirely!"

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Fuxi shook his head.

"It's not that simple. There are too many Great Divine Ability Users in the world. Even the Wu Clan can't monopolize and oppose everyone. At most, they can secure two spots, and that's the limit. They also have to consider the Dao Ancestor's opinion."

"The best course is to help the originally designated saints. That way, the Dao Ancestor will turn a blind eye."

Nuwa sighed upon hearing this.

"Even so, that's still remarkable. A future saint who hasn't become one is nothing but a floating leaf in the midst of calamity."

"In that case, brother, don't join the Demon Race. Come with me to the Wu Clan instead. The Demon Race can't protect your little sister."

"And if we defect to the Wu Clan, maybe I can even scheme a saint slot for you. After all, Zhunti and Jieyin are brothers too, and the Three Pure Ones are three brothers."

"A pair of saint siblings would make a fine tale."

Hearing Nuwa's words, Fuxi's brows twitched wildly.

He knew his sister strongly opposed his plan to join the Demon Race, but he never expected her to suddenly want to drag him into the Wu Clan.

Perhaps there was some strategic reasoning behind it—after all, she herself was a future saint, and that was a dangerous position.

Fuxi felt a bit helpless.

But the idea of being saint siblings... why did it sound so tempting?

Even knowing it was impossible, Fuxi's heart pounded wildly.

If not for a shred of rationality, he might have abandoned his long-planned path to the Demon Race and switched to the Wu Clan on impulse.

To be fair, the Wu Clan's strength was immense. Twelve Great Divine Ability Users—how terrifying was that? If there was a choice, who wouldn't want to stand with the stronger side?

But the Wu Clan had a fatal flaw. Even if one defected to them, without being a member of the Wu Clan, it was hard to gain enough authority and respect. That was their real weakness.

Fuxi sighed and reluctantly rejected Nuwa's proposal, though he didn't stop her from approaching the Wu Clan first.

After all, what if?

And letting a saint candidate proactively build ties with the Wu Clan was probably one of the goals of this scheme. It shouldn't be too difficult.

"But if that's the case, I can't let it slip that this plan came from the Wu Clan."

"I've already been manipulated to this extent."

Fuxi realized with a start, his heart shaken.

He didn't know if this was truly calculated to such a degree or just coincidence. If it was deliberate, then the Wu Clan was terrifying.

Their wisdom and strategy had suddenly advanced to this level.

In comparison, the Demon Race really did seem like a leaky boat.

The Three Pure Ones were forceful but still stable for now. Fuxi and Nuwa had already begun to consider befriending the Wu Clan.

Thus, the most dangerous ones in the world were Jieyin and Zhunti, far away in the Western Continent.

Even worse, because of their remote location and the fact that the orthodox Great Divine Ability Users of the Primordial Wilderness looked down on them, Zhunti and Jieyin hadn't even received the news yet.

Some sharp-eyed Great Divine Ability Users had already begun to act.

The Primordial Wilderness churned with undercurrents, every step hiding deadly traps, as many Great Divine Ability Users and Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals made their moves.

Various methods to block the heavenly secrets—some to avoid involvement, some to scheme, some to hide themselves—had thrown the entire fabric of fate into chaos, a tangled mess.

This scene inevitably alarmed Hongjun, who was in the midst of Integrating with Dao.

Sensing the unrest in the Primordial Wilderness, Hongjun instinctively raised his hand to calculate. The power of a saint, combined with the Heavenly Dao...

Even though the source had been sealed off by some formidable Great Divine Ability Users, and even Ancestral Shamans, making it difficult to determine who was causing the chaos in the short term, Hongjun ultimately understood everything happening at that moment.

And then, the first thought that sprang into his mind was—

"Who was it that exposed this old Daoist's scheme!"

The Cushions being the Saint Positions had long been his plan.

Even the candidates had been carefully selected by him.

The Three Pure Ones, being the transformation of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, naturally deserved their seats in the world born from Pangu's body.

Nuwa was involved in his future plan to control the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth, so she also had to have a seat.

As for Zhunti and Jieyin, they were purely to settle the Karma of the Western Lands he owed from attaining sainthood.

All these seats had long been predetermined.

If not for this, during the first sermon, when there were only six Cushions, even without knowing they were Saint Positions, anyone would have guessed their importance. How could Kunpeng have so easily yielded? Naturally, it was because Hongjun had been subtly influencing things from the shadows.

As for why he didn't make it clear after setting them, it was simply because the time wasn't right.

If he hadn't Integrated with Dao, how could he grant the Saint Positions to others?

Without Integrating with Dao, he was merely an ordinary saint.

Even if his choices aligned with the will of heaven, as long as they weren't finalized, there remained a thread of change that couldn't be lightly decided.

He had originally planned to wait until after the third sermon, when his Integration with Dao was complete, to announce it and bestow the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

But now, with someone exposing the heavenly secret and even secretly fanning the flames, the heavenly fate had shifted.

The six Saint Positions were no longer stable—this was the one thread of change that had escaped!

This change struck Hongjun almost directly in the head.

After all, aside from the Three Pure Ones, who were destined to become saints, Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin were all tied to him.

If this matter were ruined, not only would he lose control of the future, but the Karma of the Western Lands would be enough to disrupt his Great Dao.

Hongjun almost immediately wanted to rise and stop this, but could he?

What was being contested now were the Cushions, not the Saint Positions!

How could the Dao Ancestor, who had Integrated with Dao, directly intervene? That would break the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

He could only act when the Gods arrived at Zixiao Palace, or when massive destruction had been caused.

"Who is it?"

Hongjun frowned once more.

He felt that ever since the matter of the Demon Race, everything had been going wrong, repeatedly disrupting his plans.

After some thought, Hongjun decided he couldn't let this continue unchecked. But before he could act, suddenly, the Primordial Wilderness below had changed. Hongjun's expression turned serious as he watched the major events unfolding beneath him.

On the Western Lands, Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti and Jieyin were, as usual, building their territory, gathering various spiritual treasures and talents to adorn their lineage.

Countless innate spiritual energies, plants, stones, springs, and beasts moved about. Though none were lacking, at least they were all innate-grade items.

But this was only impressive by the standards of the Western Lands, where countless spiritual veins had been shattered. Compared to the East, even the cave dwelling of an ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was richer than theirs.

Zhunti sighed.

"The West is barren. When will we ever be as prosperous as the East?"

"I thought that by relying on Karma to secure a Cushion, we'd have some connection with the Dao Ancestor and change things a little. But it seems we're no different from anyone else!"

"Senior Brother, do you think we really have a future like this?"