Before native races were born in the West, the foreign races still had considerable value.
But if native races did come into being, how Jieyin would arrange matters, and whether he would show partiality, no one knew.
Changbai Mountain, Great Void Palace.
The Sea of Clouds churned, rosy clouds lingered, and a magnificent ancient hall stood atop the peak of the clustered mountains, maintaining a tranquil detachment from the world.
Within the great hall, Beiming and Nüwa sat side by side.
As the Sect Master and Vice Sect Master of the Literary Sect, the two sat at the head.
Ling Yan sat in the first seat below, while Ming He took a guest seat.
Although the Asura Race still had affairs that needed handling, he had merely sent out an avatar to deal with them, while his true body came to Great Void Palace.
Inside the great hall, the atmosphere was quiet.
Beiming was the first to speak. "The Primordial Wilderness is now stable.
Haotian has reincarnated, and Fuxi has ascended as Heavenly Emperor. That is not a major problem.
The real problem lies in this: if one wishes to gather the Luck of the Ten Thousand Clans to prove the Dao, it will be difficult."
Nüwa seemed to ponder this. "Junior Brother, the difficulty you speak of lies with the Wu Clan?"
Beiming nodded lightly.
"Correct. If Pingxin enters the game, she will become the greatest Variable.
If the Wu Clan is not touched, she may not necessarily be alarmed, but Fuxi cannot possibly make the Wu Clan bow their heads so easily.
And the moment he plots against the Wu Clan, Pingxin will inevitably intervene.
At present, the Literary Sect alone is powerful, while the Human Religion and Chan Sect maintain an alliance. The Jie Sect regards the