Primordial Wilderness: I Repeatedly Offer Poisonous Schemes! Houtu Urges Me to Stay Calm

The blunt and careless Ancestral Shamans were utterly shaken.

Some looked at the still eager Chu Xuan with a hint of terror.

Even a boorish brute like Zhurong—

seeing Chu Xuan like that, he too felt a rare shiver of dread.

A thought involuntarily flashed through his mind.

"Was I too loud just now?!"

The Wu Clan had always been carefree and rough around the edges. Even when they possessed wisdom, they rarely used it to devise schemes and plots.

Thus, when faced with the existence of a Poisonous Scholar like Chu Xuan, they were practically being crushed across dimensions.

They could not help but feel a reverence unrelated to cultivation.

"Should we choose it?"

Even Dijiang hesitated at this moment.

Even with Dijiang's temperament, doubts began to stir within him now.

For once this decision was made, countless innocent living beings would surely perish or be wounded.

Everyone had been living well enough—casually absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, becoming immortals, and steadily attaining the Dao.

But now, they would truly be placing a deadly lock over the heads of the countless endless beings of the Primordial Wilderness.

Though the Ancestral Shamans present could all see that heavenly tribulations would inevitably emerge in the future as the world evolved—

bringing them forth even a little earlier would affect countless living beings.

Even Di Jun, for once, did not dare make a decision lightly.

The consequences were too immense.

It was too poisonous!

And in truth, this matter was not without backlash.

Although the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Ancestor would not interfere with the execution of heavenly tribulations, if others learned of it, resentment would be unavoidable.

Perhaps the Demon Race would bear the brunt of it, but would the Wu Clan truly remain unaffected?

If they truly carried it out, their names would stink for all eternity!

Having considered this as well, the Ancestral Shamans all turned their gazes toward Di Jun, asking for his decision.

They too were troubled, unable to choose.

Seeing this, Chu Xuan could not help feeling dissatisfied. He had painstakingly come up with this plan; if it could not be carried out, that would be far too frustrating.

Though he had initially decided to step forward and stir things up because he had transmigrated into the Primordial Wilderness, into the Wu Clan that was destined for destruction, and was even merely an ordinary Lesser Shaman Golden Immortal with an extremely high casualty rate—wanting to find a way to change the future and avoid repeating the same mistakes—

times had changed. He truly felt that this path of his was excellent.

And most importantly, as the one who proposed the plan, he would gain enormous benefits.

Even if he lacked the power to carry it out himself, he would surely receive tremendous Merit.

It was only blocked by the Pangu Great Hall for now. Once it was put into practice, the Heavenly Dao would naturally sense it.

If he wanted to survive in the future, he had to raise his own strength. Merit was a fine cheat.

As for the Wu Clan and Demon Race both getting hurt, so long as Chu Xuan himself was unharmed, that was all that mattered.

At once, he stepped forward and spoke with righteous conviction.

"We follow the laws by which heaven and earth operate, in order to prolong the life of the world Father God transformed into!"

"Why should we hesitate over righteous Merit!"

"The sin lies with our generation, the achievement with a thousand autumns; let later generations judge right and wrong, merit and fault!"

Those impassioned words shook the Ancestral Shamans.

Because they truly made sense.

Could it be that they had misunderstood? Was this not a poisonous scheme?

Yet before they could think further, something beyond everyone's expectations happened: Houtu, their youngest sister, who had always been the most compassionate and kind, suddenly spoke in agreement.

"I agree!"

"Though there will be much criticism, this is for heaven and earth to endure longer. It is great love!"

"It is for the world Father God left behind, for the greater number of living beings that exist within it!"

"The Primordial Wilderness is not infinite. As more and more Immortal Dao experts emerge, how much longer can the Primordial Wilderness of today truly endure?"

Within Houtu's eyes, an endless future was being deduced. Vaguely, she seemed to see heaven and earth entering a Dharma-ending age, the Great Dao withering away.

That was a true apocalypse!

The myriad beings would wither even more severely.

Let the people of this age suffer a little; I'll bear the infamy!

A flicker of compassion passed through Houtu's heart, tempered by a trace of resolve.

Chu Xuan looked at Houtu, muttering to himself.

She'd been sweet-talked into limping!

Yet he also came to a realization.

It seemed Houtu really did possess a touch of great love. Come to think of it, the Wu Clan all had a bit of a protagonist complex, after all—they called themselves Pangu Orthodox.

And Houtu was even more compassionate. In the end, to settle the beings who perished in the great calamity, she underwent Liberation by Violence and transformed into reincarnation. At that time, Houtu had truly gone with the resolve to die.

Perhaps she had wanted to dispel the Wu Clan's Tribulation Qi, or perhaps she had sensed something—harboring the thought of preserving the Wu Clan's last thread of life. But it had to be said that this was not something an ordinary person could do.

And with Houtu's decision—

The many ancestral shamans finally nodded one after another.

Even their gentlest little sister was willing to shoulder it. What was there for them to be coy about?

Dijiang spoke, setting the plan in stone.

"Since that is the case, then we shall proceed with this plan!"

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Heavenly Tribulation Dao Venerable, the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao Is Established! (Begging for flowers and monthly passes)

The ancestral shamans were no ordinary beings. Since they had made their decision, they immediately prepared to join forces in deducing and creating the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao.

Though they did not understand methods of the Primordial Spirit and could not accomplish anything overly intricate, Heavenly Tribulation had never been meant to help people attain immortality—it was meant to prevent them from attaining immortality. It did not need to be complicated at all.

Added to that were the laws the ancestral shamans had been born with.

In barely a few breaths—

Rumble—

Rolling thunder and flashing lightning, howling winds, flames, rainwater, and more appeared above the Ancestral Shaman Hall.

Vast Tribulation Qi arose unseen from the void.

Chu Xuan stood below and looked up, his entire body trembling. It was an immense terror originating from his True Spirit.

Heavenly Tribulation, the Three Disasters and Nine Calamities, had always existed to restrain all living beings.

Even though Chu Xuan was the one who had proposed all this, he found it difficult to resist that fear rooted in the very source of life.

However, almost immediately, the ancestral shamans who were evolving the calamities noticed Chu Xuan's condition.

They exchanged glances at once, then all pointed at Chu Xuan.

In an instant—

Strands of authority representing wind, fire, thunder, lightning, water, and even all manner of powers that turned things mortal appeared upon Chu Xuan's body.

The fear in his heart was swept away in an instant.

He even felt a sense of affinity, as though he wished to throw himself into it alongside them. The blood and qi throughout his body boiled, his True Body leapt with joy, and the Wu Clan bloodline gradually fused with these strands of authority, continuously transforming into a certain law.

The Wu Clan's cultivation differed from orthodox Immortal Dao.

What they cultivated was not mana.

It was the bloodline True Body—the law True Body.

As beings formed from the blood of Great God Pangu, even the lowest-ranking Witch Soldiers retained vast numbers of Law Fragments within their bodies.

The difference lay in the completeness and strength of those Law Fragments, as well as the strength of the True Bodies generated from them.

It could be said that nearly every member of the Wu Clan was a true god born with command over laws.