Chu Xuan blurted out the words.
He also sensed the Ancestral Shaman Essence Blood within him stirring, as though it wanted to step forward and complete the formation.
However, before he could make a move,
the chaotic, mysterious blackness suddenly collapsed. Eleven divine figures emerged, laughing heartily.
Dijiang spoke.
"Little brother, little sister, you're finally back!"
"What do you think? How's our formation?"
"This is a rudimentary formation that the eleven of us Ancestral Shamans comprehended from Father God's heart!"
"It's called the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation!"
"Although we haven't fully created it yet, even in its current state, if any one of you came to complete it, it could display the might of a late-stage Quasi-Saint!"
"If we fully create it, it could reach the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm!"
"Once all our brothers and sisters break through to the Quasi-Saint realm, perhaps we'll even be able to glimpse the might of a Saint!"
Hearing Dijiang's explanation, which was exactly as he'd expected, Chu Xuan nodded with great enthusiasm and a hint of emotion.
"Excellent, excellent, excellent! This is the true trump card of our Wu Clan!"
"Indeed!"
"My plans of the past were no match for the straightforwardness of true power!"
"Brothers and sisters, you've made a great contribution to our Wu Clan!"
Hearing Chu Xuan's praise, the Ancestral Shamans were delighted. After all, in their eyes, Chu Xuan was undoubtedly the wisest person in the Wu Clan.
His schemes might be a little ruthless, but that didn't change the fact.
Winning his approval made their achievements over this period feel all the more worthwhile.
They'd worked day and night, patiently taking on the unfamiliar task of studying and comprehending the formation.
Zhurong immediately cleared his throat a few times, about to show off a little in front of Chu Xuan.
But before he could, Chu Xuan continued speaking, having just praised them for their great contribution.
Chu Xuan looked excited as he went on.
"And now that we have such power!"
"I can finally stop holding myself back and unleash my wisdom!"
"Brothers and sisters, hear me out. I have a plan!"
"I'll make the Saint Positions change hands, bring down the Great Divine Ability Users, and throw Zixiao Palace in the chaos into turmoil!"
As Chu Xuan spoke excitedly,
Zhurong, who had been about to show off, immediately calmed down. The smiles on the faces of the Ancestral Shamans, who had been celebrating just moments before, froze.
What did he mean, make the Saint Positions change hands?
Bring down the Great Divine Ability Users?
Throw Zixiao Palace into turmoil?
Wonderful!
They'd celebrated far too soon!
Even Dijiang was stunned.
He'd felt that, lately, the Wu Clan had grown stronger only thanks to Chu Xuan's schemes, and that this wasn't good. The burden of the Wu Clan shouldn't rest on Chu Xuan's shoulders alone.
What was more, Chu Xuan had left them with a warning before he departed, along with a plan.
It had left Dijiang deeply worried.
He'd thought they could do with fewer ruthless schemes.
That was why he'd gone to such lengths to make the Ancestral Shamans work together and comprehend the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation.
Yet just after they'd managed to grasp the formation's rudiments, Chu Xuan declared that—
he'd been holding back and playing it safe all along!
Now he was finally going to unleash his full potential!
If these were the ruthless schemes he'd come up with while holding back and playing it safe,
what would happen if he let loose completely?
The Saint Positions changing hands, the Great Divine Ability Users falling, and Zixiao Palace thrown into turmoil...
Silence. A long silence.
The once-heated atmosphere cooled in an instant.
Chu Xuan didn't understand why. He didn't think he'd done anything wrong.
The Wu Clan was bound to meet disaster sooner or later. Rather than wait for someone else to strike, they might as well act first. He was making plans for the Wu Clan's sake!
Meeting Chu Xuan's gaze, Di Jun finally cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Little brother, aren't you rushing into this?"
"We've already befriended a Future Saint, and we've comprehended the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation. The Demon Heavenly Court is bound to blow up sooner or later thanks to your plan. Why take any more risks?"
The Ancestral Shamans all nodded. They agreed that their eldest brother had a point.
The Primordial Wilderness had always called them brutes who loved to fight, never used their heads, acted rashly, and took things to extremes.
But that had been before. Now that Chu Xuan was there to make them look sensible by comparison, they felt that they shouldn't act rashly or take things too far.
Seeing the Ancestral Shamans so pleased with themselves, however, Chu Xuan furrowed his brow.
He couldn't help returning to his old role as a strategist.
"Big brother, have we befriended all six Future Saints?"
Dijiang didn't understand what he meant, but still shook his head.
"No. Only Nuwa!"
"But our Wu Clan has no need to fear too much. Surely one Saint is enough, especially with the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation!"
Chu Xuan continued.
"Big brother, can you manifest the Saint Realm by yourself and stand against five Saints? Stand against Dao Ancestor Hongjun?"
"I can't!"
"This is a formation. One person alone, even using some Ancestral Shaman Essence Blood like those Great Witches outside, could only gain a modest boost."
"Let alone standing against five Saints or Dao Ancestor Hongjun! Even if all Twelve Ancestral Shamans joined forces and fully manifested the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation, we still couldn't do it."
Dijiang's expression shifted. He had clearly realized where this was going.
Hearing the answers to his questions, Chu Xuan nodded. Then his expression turned grave, and he shouted sharply.
"First, big brother, you haven't befriended all the Saints, so the others could still decide to attack our Wu Clan!"
"Second, you can't manifest the formation alone, which means we can be picked off one by one!"
"Third, our entire clan lacks the strength to stand against the Saints and Hongjun!"
"Big brother, how can you say we're rushing into this? How can you say we have enough?"
"If we're a little short here, a little short there, and wait a little longer for this or that, when the time comes, are we supposed to wait until our Wu Clan faces annihilation before we start trying?"
His harsh reprimand rang out, one man confronting all the Ancestral Shamans.
The Ancestral Shamans lowered their heads in shame.
All their joy at manifesting the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Sha Formation had vanished, leaving only humility.
He was right. A mere formation, at best, could wield the might of a Saint. How could they afford to relax?
They weren't fighting for themselves alone; they carried the Wu Clan on their shoulders. They might not actually need to oppose the Saints and Dao Ancestor, but they had to possess the ability to do so.
And since they didn't have that ability, they needed to make plans and find a way forward—not bask in pride over the little they'd achieved.
Dijiang let out a long sigh.
"I understand, little brother. Tell us your plan!"
Chu Xuan looked at the Ancestral Shamans, whom he'd once again scolded into clarity, and nodded to himself.
Then he enthusiastically laid out his next plan.
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