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

Furthermore, what they said earlier was correct—the Wu Clan were all transformed from Father God Pangu's blood, the only difference being that the Ancestral Wus were formed from his essence blood. All were brothers and sisters, with no hierarchy.

It was just that most other Wus worshipped power and naturally revered the Ancestral Wus.

Chu Xuan daring to covet an Ancestral Wu actually earned him some appreciation in the eyes of the other Ancestral Wus.

Some even felt he wasn't bold enough.

Hearing this, Chu Xuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly snapped back to reality.

"That's right, this isn't the Human Race, nor the Demon Race!"

"This is the Wu Clan!"

"Aren't the Wu Clan just a bunch of crude brutes who think about fighting all day and worship strength? Even if they have some brains, they're mostly rough and straightforward! Magnanimous and extraordinary."

"From this perspective, I can be even more aggressive in my thinking!"

Chu Xuan looked at the approval from the Ancestral Wus. Even Houtu Ancestor Wu, though her cheeks were slightly flushed, only refuted the teasing of the other Ancestral Wus without taking it seriously.

He immediately skipped over the topic of Houtu Ancestor Wu and spoke up.

"I report to all Ancestral Wus!"

"Beauty before me is certainly my desire, but now is a time of great matters for our Wu Clan, and I dare not delay!"

"Please allow me to speak!"

"We absolutely must not establish the Wu Clan!"

"Once the Wu Clan is established, we will fall into the trap of the Heavenly Dao, into the cage of the Primordial Wilderness, becoming pawns in the great tribulation, with only death awaiting us sooner or later!"

This time, Chu Xuan directly confronted them, openly speaking of the Heavenly Dao's trap and the great tribulation's pawns, with an attitude of "if you don't listen to me, the Wu Clan is doomed." He was basically spouting nonsense.

First, he had to bluff these Ancestral Wus!

This has always been the way of strategists.

This was the tactic of seizing the initiative to make his plan easier to implement!

And sure enough, as Chu Xuan spoke again, even directly mentioning the Heavenly Dao and the great tribulation, the Ancestral Wus finally frowned and couldn't help but look at this Lesser Shaman.

A Lesser Shaman might have some courage, worthy of appreciation, but if he was spouting nonsense and talking recklessly, it would instead invite disgust.

To reiterate, how could a mere Lesser Shaman speak of the Heavenly Dao and the great tribulation?

Golden Immortals in the current Primordial Wilderness weren't as common as dogs, but they were everywhere.

If not for the Ancestral Wus still being astonished at how he knew they were about to establish the Wu Clan, they would have already driven him out.

But at this moment, Ancestral Wu Houtu stepped forward first to defend her tribe's clansman, speaking with a hint of anger.

"Shut up! You, a mere Lesser Shaman, how dare you speak of such great matters!"

"It seems I've been too good to you in the past!"

Though it was a reprimand, speaking for one's own left room for leniency—Ancestral Wu Houtu was ultimately soft-hearted.

However, this time Chu Xuan did not show excessive respect but spoke directly.

"I know that all Ancestral Wus are troubled by the Demon Race establishing the Heavenly Court. Heaven, the Demon Race's Heavenly Court, was permitted by the Heavenly Dao to establish a court in that place, accommodating all races, with flourishing fortune!"

"Even if it's not yet a match for our Wu Clan, the Primordial Wilderness is vast beyond measure, and the races are countless, while our Wu Clan is but a few. How strong can one Wu Clan Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal be against ten Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals!"

"In the past, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans claimed to rule the scaled, feathered, and beast races, and only then did they gain such momentum!"

"As the Demon Race grows daily, to oppose them, we must clearly show our stance, contend with them, make all races wary, and cut off their flourishing fortune!"

"I believe that even if the esteemed ones are unwilling to be acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao, they must still enter the game to compete. The simplest and most orthodox method is to establish the Wu Clan!"

"But have the Ancestral Wus considered that doing so would only fall into the same situation as the Three Clans' conflict back then!"

"And now, where are the Three Clans!"

Chu Xuan poured out all the words he had prepared in one breath.

This stunned the Ancestral Wus, who had been frowning moments before.

To reiterate, the Ancestral Wus simply didn't like to use their brains—they weren't truly stupid.

Their pride was also backed by substance; they were truly the Pangu Orthodox, born powerful, and besides lacking a Primordial Spirit, they held the Pangu Heart, continuously creating new Wus, making them nearly the strongest race.

Thus, their wisdom instantly grasped Chu Xuan's intent.

His meaning was that today's matter was just like the conflict of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans back then.

Dijiang spoke first.

"The great tribulation!"

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Chu Xuan nodded crisply.

"Exactly right—it is a great calamity!"

"The Demon Race has already flourished with the support of the Heavenly Dao. Our Wu Clan is inherently powerful, and we have no choice but to engage them in a war of attrition. When that happens, the conflict will escalate, drag on for eons, sweep across the Primordial Wilderness, and vie for the seat of dominion over heaven and earth—how could that not be a great calamity!"

As he said this, Chu Xuan added with a meaningful tone.

"And if a victor emerges from the great calamity, so be it! Our Wu Clan naturally fears nothing!"

"But who was it that the great calamity of old elevated?"

"And now, who stands behind the Heavenly Dao?"

"Back then, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans were so mighty, yet somehow they blazed like oil-fed flames, spiraling out of control beyond recall."

"Now, it is almost as if we are reliving that era—this very moment, exactly like that very moment!"

The Ancestral Shamans fell silent, sinking into a long stillness.

None of them were fools; they understood the implication in Chu Xuan's words.

He was clearly alluding to the fact that the Dao Ancestor Hongjun's attainment of the Dao in the past was not clean.

All of them were Great Divine Ability Users of heaven and earth.

They all knew the details of the final battle back then.

Behind the Three Clans had been a certain terrifying Devil Ancestor, fanning the flames and orchestrating a Calamity of Killing to achieve sainthood.

But in the end, the current Dao Ancestor Hongjun had unexpectedly snatched it away.

The Devil Race perished, and the countless supreme beings who joined the battle either died or fled, ultimately leaving only Dao Ancestor Hongjun to attain the Dao!

Too coincidental—so coincidental it sent chills down one's spine.

That Devil Ancestor had schemed for so long to gain a chance at enlightenment—how could someone who needed to lead a group to gang up on him simply achieve the Dao directly?

It was clearly a long-planned scheme, allowing him to pluck the fruit of victory at the critical moment.

The depths behind this ran deep, though no one had bothered to scrutinize it before.

And now, this very moment was exactly like that very moment. Most importantly, the one who had succeeded in a similar situation last time now stood behind the Heavenly Dao.

It was hard not to suspect that some scheme lay behind this conflict.

And if it was a scheme, it would surely be an even more terrifying machination.

After all, that person had not yet become a saint back then, but now he was already one.

The Twelve Ancestral Shamans present had not long ago visited Zixiao Palace and listened to the first sermon of the first saint in heaven and earth.

Though they had no Primordial Spirit and understood little, they all held a certain reverence for the saint's power.

This was reverence for strength.

They were proud, not stupid!

If not for Pangu Hall blocking all heavenly secrets, they might have already been detected by that person.

It might not be true, but they could not afford to be careless!

The Ancestral Shamans, having calmed down, felt both cold fury and indignation. It was Zhurong who spoke first.

"Are we just going to take this lying down?"

"Sit back and watch the Demon Race grow strong?"

"If we don't stop them, once they become powerful, will they ever spare our Wu Clan?"

Whether they believed it or not, all the Ancestral Shamans now turned their gazes to Chu Xuan, this unexpected Lesser Shaman.

Seeing this, Chu Xuan steadied himself.

Then he let out a hearty laugh.