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

This is definitely a Quasi-Saint level expert, or multiple Great Divine Ability Users striking together.

"Someone can't hold back anymore! With only the last thousand years left, no one can sit still!" Tongtian Daoist said gravely.

He had mainly laid down that formation himself, and he knew all too well what means could tear it apart in an instant.

"This is meant to provoke the three Dao brothers into charging out of their caves. Without the home-field advantage, the Three Pure Ones could easily be picked off one by one!"

East Prince Gong offered his insight at the right moment.

Hearing their words, the furious Primordial gradually calmed down.

He first thanked East Prince Gong.

"Many thanks for your earlier aid, Dao friend!"

"But with the formation broken like this, the discussion on the Dao will have to be postponed!"

East Prince Gong, reading the situation, tactfully took his leave. After all, they needed to repair their lair, and it wouldn't do to let an outsider see too much.

However, after he left, Grand Pure One Laozi spoke unhurriedly.

"It's not him."

Yuqing Primordial shook his head, his gaze icy.

"He only just arrived when this happened. Too much of a coincidence. It could well be a coordinated inside job. Even if it fails, it sows distrust in us."

"Such things have happened before."

"I can sense that, aside from those other attackers, the first few were at least Great Divine Ability Users."

"How many Great Divine Ability Users are there in the world?"

Grand Pure One Laozi sighed.

"Troubled times!"

Soon, Kunlun was breached time and again, the frequency growing. Not just the Three Pure Ones, but even the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and Great Divine Ability Users lying in wait outside realized it.

Some Dao friends couldn't sit still!

The last thousand years!

An inexplicable tension hung over every being.

More and more Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and Great Divine Ability Users grew increasingly reckless in their actions.

Zhunti and Jieyin, still fleeing for their lives, encountered danger several times. The intensity was clearly escalating.

Chapter 32: Entangling Nuwa, Xuanming Takes the Initiative! (Seeking Flowers, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The Ancestral Shamans, who had been acting in the shadows, nodded.

They had artificially created an atmosphere of tension. After their initial strikes ignited the mood, most of the subsequent chaos was driven by other hidden forces taking the lead.

Many Ancestral Shamans began to pull back, preparing for their next schemes.

To keep things realistic, they even staged a few attacks on the Wu Clan themselves.

Within the Wu Clan, Chu Xuan once again met the siblings Fuxi and Nuwa.

Above their heads, pairs of icy gazes turned toward them.

Over twenty Great Witches linked their auras, rising to do battle.

Even an Ancestral Shaman stepped out of the Pangu Great Hall to clash with the hidden experts.

Terrifying Dao light churned the entire sky into a shapeless mire.

The heavens turned to dust, the void was wrung dry, and as chaotic energy scattered in all directions, the four spirits of Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire were drowned.

Even the slightest aftershock shaved off vast swaths of land from Buzhou Mountain, billions of li away.

Though it was but a speck of dust to Buzhou Mountain itself, it was still terrifying.

After all, Buzhou Mountain was still under the suppression of the Great Dao, making it difficult even for ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals to climb to its peak.

"Truly troubled times!"

The same words, spoken by Chu Xuan, carried a far more relaxed tone.

After all, with the Wu Clan's current strength, protecting a single Nuwa was far too easy.

And this didn't even account for the other Ancestral Shamans who had slipped away to stir up trouble.

Fuxi and Nuwa, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, were somewhat surprised by Chu Xuan's sudden appearance.

Fuxi, still in that easygoing and amiable manner, smiled at Chu Xuan, calling him a "Lesser Shaman."

"So it's Daoist Chu Xuan!"

"It's been nearly a thousand years!"

"I thought we'd never have a chance to meet again, yet here we are, deep in the heart of the Wu Clan territory!"

Fuxi's words seemed nostalgic, but in truth, they were probing—how could a mere Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Lesser Shaman have penetrated so far into this core Wu Clan land?

This was no longer the Houtu Tribe of before, but a truly critical location near Pangu Hall, requiring Ancestor Wu and many Great Witches to guard it.

Even Fuxi and Nuwa had only been allowed here because they had tied themselves to the Karma of future saints.

Yet Chu Xuan had somehow managed to be here as well.

Coupled with his words last time—pointing straight at the current chaos—it was clear Chu Xuan was no ordinary being.

How could Fuxi not be curious?

He had come last time to probe the Wu Clan, and this time, even borrowing their goodwill, he couldn't resist testing the waters again.

As a wise man, his curiosity was overwhelming!

But Chu Xuan didn't rise to Fuxi's probing. Feigning ignorance, he smiled.

"Houtu Ancestor Wu brought me here!"

"I'm just a Lesser Shaman!"

"But the Ancestor Wu does seem to like me quite a bit."

Fuxi let out an "Oh," and smiled.

"Is that so?"

Yet his eyes were full of disbelief.

Chu Xuan ignored him, instead turning to look at the beautiful, striking Nuwa, who wore a curious expression.

"Lady Nuwa, why do you keep staring at me? Do I have patterns on my face?"

Nuwa smiled.

"I just find you, this Lesser Shaman, rather amusing!"

"With so many Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and Great Divine Ability Users fighting above your head, aren't you afraid a stray shockwave might strike you down?"

"And you dare to come out and watch?"

"Besides, can you even see clearly?"

Fuxi's gaze shifted—right, he had overlooked that point.

A mere Lesser Shaman, favored enough to be brought here, was one thing. But what was he watching Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals fight for?

Yet Chu Xuan kept up his act.

"I am of the Wu Clan—why should I fear life or death?"

"Besides, Lady Nuwa and Fuxi are here; would you really sit by and let me be killed?"

"As for whether I can see clearly, does it matter?"

Nuwa tilted her head, her figure graceful and ethereal.

"Doesn't it?"

"The clash of the Great Dao's laws—even a sliver of leakage, if you pay too much attention, can cause the laws within your own body to conflict."

Chu Xuan smiled, making a gesture that seemed very Wu-like—clenching his fist and thumping his chest.

"I've got plenty of courage!"

"My flesh is tough!"