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

Chu Xuan looked at the massive ball of demonic cloud in his hand, vaguely sensing Quasi-Saint level Demonic Law Fragments swirling within it, and finally nodded in satisfaction.

Good, with a certain amount of Quasi-Saint level Demonic Law Fragments, the problem became much simpler.

"This time, I will not only bring tribulation to those below the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal level, but I will also bring tribulation to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals themselves!"

"Even Quasi-Saints shall not escape this cage!"

Chu Xuan felt a surge of excitement, even a rush of fervor.

He finally understood why those ancient strategists were so fond of devising schemes.

It was that intoxicating feeling of stirring heaven and earth with a single thought, turning even those stronger than oneself into mere pawns.

Not to mention the various benefits that came with it.

Chu Xuan called out to the Ancestral Shaman Houtu, who was still gathering demonic energy, and said to her.

"That's enough!"

"Next, we'll return to the Wu Clan and push forward the struggle for the Saint Positions!"

"Though this plan was just something I threw together on a whim, I didn't expect it to cause such a stir, and the results have been far better than I imagined!"

"It seems there's still room for me to meddle."

But while Chu Xuan was pleased, Houtu felt a jolt of alarm.

After all, though they had been collecting demonic energy these past years, they had never stopped paying attention to the chaos in the Primordial Wilderness.

These days, countless battles among Great Divine Ability Users had occurred, and many Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals had fallen.

The past millennium had completely ignited the Primordial Wilderness.

Even many beings below the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal level had learned of this battle for the Cushions.

The Demon Race's Heavenly Court, Kunlun, the Sea of Blood, the North Sea, even the Four Seas, the Undying Volcano, and the former Three Races had all emerged.

Quasi-Saints struck out, and even Eastern Emperor Taiyi had to drag his wounded body into battle.

In the Four Seas, a peerless Old Dragon struck at a critical moment, protecting Zhunti and Jieyin.

Even the Wu Clan, powerful and largely unthreatened, had come under attack for protecting Nuwa.

In the past, a thousand years would have been but a blink of an eye for countless beings in the Primordial Wilderness.

But the brilliance and brutality of this era surpassed countless epochs before it.

In this millennium, though no 'Saint Position' had yet changed hands, more than one Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal had fallen.

Quasi-Saints were spilling blood.

And all of this was merely something Chu Xuan had done on a whim.

Then what would a truly serious scheme look like?

Was this centuries-long collection of demonic energy the real plan?

Houtu increasingly felt that Chu Xuan's next move would be aimed at Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Otherwise, there was no explaining why Chu Xuan was so invested.

After all, his previous plans had only taken him a moment of thought to devise.

Houtu was so burdened with worry that she even forgot Chu Xuan was pulling her through a tear in space.

Or perhaps, over the past millennium, with Chu Xuan constantly coming to her for protection and frequent contact, Houtu had grown somewhat accustomed to it.

Unaware that Chu Xuan was taking advantage of her, Houtu held back for a long time before finally testing the waters.

"What do you plan to do next, little brother?"

Chu Xuan naturally knew what Houtu was referring to, but this matter couldn't be brought up yet.

He answered obliquely, or rather, from a different angle.

"Naturally, I'm going to add more fuel to the current struggle for the Saint Positions!"

"There are only two thousand years left until the sermon. In another thousand years, even if the Great Divine Ability Users are unwilling, they'll have to enter the Chaos and set out for Zixiao Palace!"

"And yet, not a single Great Divine Ability User has fallen, not a single Saint Position has changed hands!"

"That's utterly disgraceful!"

"I will personally take action, push the plan forward, and bring tribulation upon the Gods!"

He wasn't entirely changing the subject; he genuinely had this intention.

If the plan he had orchestrated didn't result in even one Saint Position changing hands, wouldn't that be an insult to him?

Besides, he was about to slap Hongjun's face hard. What was wrong with swapping out one Saint Position first as a test?

Chu Xuan's eyes gleamed with an almost unbelievable brightness, his eager demeanor instantly shifting Houtu's worries about the future to the present.

What, he's going to push it further?

He wants Great Divine Ability Users to fall and Saint Positions to change hands?

Well, that was certainly no small matter either.

Houtu instantly shifted her focus to what lay before her.

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Chapter 30: Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation! Chu Xuan Curses the Ancestral Witches! (Beg for Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

After nearly a thousand years, Chu Xuan returned to the Wu Clan. Seeing the noticeably tighter security in the Wu Clan's heartland, he nodded inwardly.

Two or three dozen Great Witches had been stationed nearby, a clear sign that attacks on the Wu Clan had been frequent during this time.

If even the Wu Clan was in such a state, other factions must have it even worse.

Regardless, Fuxi and Nuwa, who were within the heartland, would have to bear this Karma.

Even if they knew full well that the Wu Clan was likely pulling the strings behind it all.

Chu Xuan led Houtu around a clearly newly built cave dwelling in the heartland, avoiding a meeting with Fuxi and Nuwa.

Instead, they headed straight into the range of the Pangu Great Hall.

The many Great Witches around almost instantly sensed something. Even though Chu Xuan had hidden himself quite well, they still turned their gazes toward him.

Fortunately, Houtu showed herself at the right moment, and the Great Witches settled back down.

"To think they could detect our presence. Even if I haven't activated the Pangu Essence Blood, I shouldn't be reduced to this level!"

Chu Xuan was somewhat surprised.

After all, as an Ancestral Witch now—even if only at the early Great Witch stage—his mastery of the laws far surpassed these mid-to-late-stage Great Witches.

On top of that, he was also the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Venerable, with dual Dao blessings. Even with casual concealment, he shouldn't have been so easily discovered.

A flicker of doubt passed through Houtu's eyes as well.

She felt that the surrounding Great Witches were acting unusually.

"It seems to be a formation..."

"Could it be..."

Chu Xuan spoke, using the Ancestral Shaman Essence Blood to deduce, vaguely sensing something familiar.

Suddenly, he arrived at an unexpected guess.

His heart shook.

A formation. The Wu Clan had no Primordial Spirits, so how could they excel at formations? And a formation capable of amplifying the power of Great Witches—or even the entire Wu Clan—only one came to mind in Chu Xuan's memory.

The legendary Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation!

It could summon a phantom of Pangu, a true Saint-level technique.

"These guys didn't go and cook this up while I was away, did they?"

Chu Xuan felt a rare surge of excitement and quickened his pace toward the Pangu Hall.

That was a true Saint-level technique. If the Wu Clan could pull it off at this stage...

His next moves could become much bolder.

Chu Xuan pulled Houtu along, cutting straight through until they entered the Pangu Great Hall.

The moment they stepped inside, Chu Xuan sensed a terrifying aura circulating within the Pangu Hall.

Eleven immeasurable, billion-zhang divine bodies stood linked together, flickering in and out of view as if one corner were missing, their auras uneven.

Yet merely standing there, they were already terrifying to the extreme.

A chaotic, dark haze seemed to shroud those divine bodies, as if gestating some dreadful existence.

"An excellent formation."