Besides, they had been right about one thing: the entire Wu Clan had been created from Pangu Father God's blood. The only difference was that the Ancestral Shamans were formed from his essence blood. They were all brothers and sisters, with no distinction of rank.
It was just that most of the other members of the Wu Clan worshiped strength and naturally revered the Ancestral Shamans.
So when Chu Xuan dared to covet an Ancestral Shaman, the other Ancestral Shamans actually admired him for it.
Some even thought he wasn't being bold enough.
Hearing this, Chu Xuan was left dumbfounded. Then he suddenly understood.
Right. I'm not a member of the Human Race, and I'm not part of the Demon Race either!
I'm a member of the Wu Clan!
The Wu Clan is a bunch of crude men who think about fighting all day and worship strength. They may have some brains, but they're mostly rough around the edges! And magnanimous.
In that case, I can be even more brazen!
Chu Xuan saw the many Ancestral Shamans looking at him with approval. Even Houtu Ancestor Wu, though her cheeks were slightly flushed, had only rebuked the others for teasing her and didn't seem to mind.
He immediately skipped over the subject of Houtu Ancestor Wu and spoke up.
"Honored Ancestral Shamans!"
"Beauty is certainly something I desire, but our Wu Clan is facing a critical matter. I dare not delay it!"
"Please allow me to explain!"
"We absolutely must not establish the Wu Clan!"
"Once we establish the Wu Clan, we'll fall into the Heavenly Dao's trap and the Primordial Wilderness's cage, becoming pawns in a great tribulation. Sooner or later, we'll meet a dead end!"
This time, Chu Xuan had gone straight for the jugular. He openly spoke of the Heavenly Dao's trap and becoming pawns in a great tribulation, as if the Wu Clan would be doomed if they didn't listen to him. In any case, he was just making wild claims.
He had to bluff these Ancestral Shamans first!
That was how strategists had always operated.
This was a tactic of striking first to gain the upper hand, making it easier to put his plan into action!
And sure enough, when Chu Xuan spoke again, even mentioning the Heavenly Dao and the great tribulation outright, the Ancestral Shamans finally frowned and couldn't help looking at the Lesser Shaman.
The Lesser Shaman had some courage, which was admirable. But if he was spouting nonsense, that would only make them despise him.
As they'd said, he was just a Lesser Shaman. What gave him the right to talk about the Heavenly Dao and a great tribulation?
Golden Immortals weren't exactly as common as dogs in the Primordial Wilderness, but they were everywhere.
If the Ancestral Shamans hadn't still been surprised at how he knew they were planning to establish the Wu Clan, they would have already told him to leave.
At that moment, Houtu Ancestor Wu was the first to step forward and defend a member of her tribe. Anger tinged her voice as she said, "Silence! You're just a Lesser Shaman. How dare you speak of such an important matter!"
"Looks like I've been too good to you!"
"I suppose I've been too kind to you."
Though she was scolding him, she had left room for leniency. Houtu Ancestor Wu was softhearted, after all.
But this time, Chu Xuan didn't show excessive deference. Instead, he spoke plainly.
"I know you Ancestral Shamans are troubled by the Demon Race establishing the Heavenly Court. The Demon Race's Heavenly Court has been established in a place approved by the Heavenly Dao, and it can shelter the myriad races and flourish with abundant providence!"
"Even if they're no match for our Wu Clan right now, the Primordial Wilderness is vast, and there are countless races. Our Wu Clan is only a small part of it. Even if one Great Luo Golden Immortal of the Wu Clan is powerful, how could he take on ten Great Luo Golden Immortals?"
"Back then, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans gained such power by declaring themselves rulers of the scaled beasts, flying birds, and walking beasts!"
"As the Demon Race grows stronger by the day, we must openly confront them if we want to resist them. We must make the myriad races wary of them and cut off their rising providence!"
"I imagine that even if you lords don't want the Heavenly Dao's recognition, you'll still have to join the contest. The simplest and most orthodox way is to establish the Wu Clan!"
"But have you considered this, Ancestral Shamans? If we act this way, won't we fall into the same situation as the Three Clans' struggle back then?"
"And where are the Three Clans now?"
Chu Xuan delivered everything he'd prepared in one breath.
The Ancestral Shamans, who had been frowning moments earlier, were all taken aback.
As mentioned before, the Ancestral Shamans simply didn't like using their brains; they weren't truly stupid.
Their pride had a basis. They really were Pangu Orthodox, naturally powerful, and though they lacked primordial spirits, they held the Pangu Heart, which continuously gave birth to new members of the Wu Clan. They were practically the strongest race.
And so, their intelligence let them grasp Chu Xuan's meaning at once.
He was saying that what was happening now was just like the struggle between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans back then.
Dijiang spoke first.
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Chu Xuan nodded without hesitation.
"Exactly—a great tribulation!"
"The Demon Race is already flourishing with the Heavenly Dao's support. Our Wu Clan is already powerful, so we'll have no choice but to enter a drawn-out struggle against them. As the conflict escalates and drags on, sweeping across the Primordial Wilderness as both sides fight for the position of ruler of Heaven and Earth, won't that become a great tribulation?"
As he spoke, Chu Xuan continued in a meaningful tone.
"If the great tribulation had a victor, that would be one thing! Our Wu Clan would have nothing to fear!"
"But who emerged from the great tribulation back then?"
"And who stands behind the Heavenly Dao now?"
"How powerful were the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans back then? Yet somehow, things spiraled out of control like oil thrown onto a raging fire."
"Everything now is just like it was then. This moment is exactly like that moment!"
The Ancestral Shamans fell silent, and remained so for a long time.
They weren't fools. They understood what Chu Xuan meant.
He was clearly insinuating that Dao Ancestor Hongjun hadn't achieved enlightenment cleanly.
They were all Great Divine Ability Users of the world.
They knew what had happened in the final battle back then.
A terrifying Demon Ancestor had been pushing events along behind the Three Clans, creating a Calamity of Killing in an attempt to become a Saint.
But in the end, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had unexpectedly snatched victory from him.
The Demon Race had been wiped out, and the many peerless powerhouses who took part had either died or fled. In the end, Dao Ancestor Hongjun alone had reaped the rewards!
It was all too convenient—so convenient that it was frightening.
The Demon Ancestor had plotted for so long just to get a chance to prove his Dao. So why had this fellow, who needed a whole group to surround and attack his opponent, been able to achieve enlightenment outright?
Clearly, he must have planned it all in advance to seize the fruits of victory at the crucial moment.
There was more to this than met the eye, but until now, no one had given it much thought.
And now, everything was just like it had been then. Most importantly, the one who had succeeded in a similar affair last time was now standing behind the Heavenly Dao.
It was hard not to suspect that some scheme was behind this conflict too.
And if it was a scheme, then it had to be even more terrifying.
After all, that person hadn't yet become a Saint back then, but now he already was one.
Not long ago, the Twelve Ancestral Shamans had visited Zixiao Palace and listened to the first sermon given by the first Saint in Heaven and Earth.
Since they lacked primordial spirits, they had understood the sermon only vaguely. Still, they all felt a certain reverence for the power of a Saint.
It was reverence for strength.
They were proud, not stupid!
If Pangu Hall couldn't block all traces of their presence, Hongjun might already have noticed them.
It might not be true, but they couldn't afford to take the risk!
Now that they had calmed down, the Ancestral Shamans were both furious and uneasy. Zhurong was the first to speak.
"Are we just supposed to accept this?"
"Stand by and watch the Demon Race grow stronger?"
Whether or not they believed Chu Xuan, all the Ancestral Shamans now turned their eyes toward him, the unexpected Lesser Shaman.
Seeing this, Chu Xuan felt reassured.
Then he laughed heartily and said.
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