Two Steps to Expel the Sha Qi; the Wood Ancestor Wizard Blocks the Way

Unfortunately, at this point in time, Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi had already become friends.

Even if Bei Ming went to visit them and got along well enough to become a three-person group, he would still end up being implicated by Hong Yun.

Of the remaining Innate Gods who were relatively active and possessed combat strength, there were not many left.

The only ones worth considering were Fuxi and Nüwa of Mount Qixi, or Old Ancestor Ming He within the Blood Sea.

Nüwa's thoughts were impossible to fathom, while Fuxi was the sort who always stepped forward whenever something happened.

Given his attainments in the Art of deduction, although he might not yet have grasped the situation in the Early Stage of the calamity, by the Middle Stage, coupled with the Three Clans' past lessons, he should have gained some insight.

Yet in the Late Stage of The Calamity of the Witches and Demons, Nüwa had already Become a saint. With such a younger sister, Fuxi would not have lacked a chance to leave the Demon Race.

Still, he fought alongside Di Jun until the very end. That could be considered repaying the favor of being recognized.

As for Old Ancestor Ming He, his temperament was rather similar to the original Kun Peng's—neither was easy to approach.

But Ming He's Obsession with proving the Dao bordered on madness. Perhaps benefits could be used to fool him.

As for the other Innate Gods:

The Three Pure Ones? I, one born from moisture and eggs, cannot possibly climb so high;

Perhaps Laozi and Tongtian would not care, but Yuanshi had always been particular. And now that the Three Pure Ones were as one, the brothers would not create a rift over an outsider;

As for dry bones in the tomb like Dong Wangong, there was no need to mention him. Befriending him would be worse than proactively following Di Jun. If I joined early enough, I might even get some Original shares;

And those Carefree Loose Cultivators who never involved themselves in any of the calamities were even less reliable;

Mutual discussions of the Dao were fine, but asking them to take great risks and lend their strength would be difficult.

On his way back to the Honghuang Continent, Bei Ming wore a calm expression, already arranging his next steps one by one in his mind.

Once the matters at hand had settled down, his first stop would be Mount Qixi.

Among Cultivators, aside from deceitful struggles against one another, ordinary visits, exchanges of ideas, and discussions of the Dao were also common along the path of cultivation.

However, the most urgent matter now was to return to Changbai Mountain and test the power of the Pure World White Lotus.

Bei Ming secretly deduced that saving the Northern Continent's spirit veins would require two steps:

The first step was to expel the Sha Qi currently shrouding the spirit veins. The Pure World White Lotus should be capable of this.

The second step was to completely sever the source from which the Sha Qi continued to multiply.

And the source of this Sha Qi was that ancient battlefield in the Core Zone, where countless Fierce Beast Remains had been left behind and were still releasing Sha Qi to this day.

Bei Ming had long since set his sights on a method for dealing with the remains:

After Hongjun's first sermon, the Innate Gourd Vine atop Mount Buzhou would emerge.

As long as he could seize one of those gourds, he could store the Fierce Beast Remains within it and refine them.

By then, not only would the hidden danger be thoroughly resolved, he might even refine an incomparably ferocious Spirit Treasure.

Once the Fierce Beast Remains were dealt with, the Heavenly Dao would surely bestow Merit. He could integrate the Merit he obtained into it, protecting its user from backlash.

As he pondered this, Bei Ming had already returned to the Honghuang Continent.

Suddenly, an angry shout rang out beside his ears:

"Where did this Daoist come from?! How dare you trespass into Wu Clan Airspace! Hurry up and accept death!"

Following the voice, Bei Ming looked over and saw a burly figure racing toward him, treading upon the void.

That man's long Emerald Green hair streamed wildly in the wind, while an intense pressure radiated from his body.

From that aura alone, Bei Ming could determine that the newcomer had to be one of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards.

The realm system of Honghuang Cultivators emphasized the joint cultivation of life and nature, advancing both the Primordial Spirit and the Physical Body.

However, that system did not entirely apply to the Wu Clan.

They were born without Primordial Spirits, a flaw that could not be remedied.

Although the Wu Clan could temper their Physical Bodies and cultivate laws, they could not cultivate at the level of the Primordial Spirit.

Thus, their strength could only be assessed by using the Cultivator system as a reference for comparison.

Bei Ming said coldly, "Poor Daoist is Bei Ming. State your name!"

The Green-haired big man's voice was thunderously loud, shaking the mountains and rivers, the forest sea echoing without end:

"Listen well! I am Ju Mang, of the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu, one of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards—the Wood Ancestor Wizard! Wu Clan Airspace must not be trespassed upon!"

Bei Ming's gaze sharpened. "Since when did this place become Wu Clan Airspace?"

Ju Mang's eyes widened, and the aura around him grew even stronger. Transforming into an Answer-Everything Star person, he forcefully declared:

"The Wu Clan are Father God's descendants and should be the masters of Honghuang!

Following eldest brother's orders, we scattered into smaller groups and established Tribes.

I led my people on an Eastern Expedition, opening new territory and founding a Tribe here—this land now belongs to the Wu Clan!"

From his words, Bei Ming had already formed a rough judgment of the Wu Clan's current circumstances.

Using Pangu's Heart and the Blood pool within Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestor Wizards had begun producing the Wu Clan on a massive scale;

Using this as their foundation, they would expand their Forces across the entire Honghuang Continent.

Unlike the Three Pure Ones, who devoted themselves single-mindedly to cultivation and seeking the Dao, the Twelve Ancestor Wizards intended to inherit Father God's legacy as the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu and become the true masters of Honghuang.

Since they wished to rule Honghuang, the twelve siblings alone were clearly not enough. They also had to establish a vast orthodox race bearing Pangu's bloodline.

The miraculous Pangu's Heart happened to fulfill their ambitions, continuously giving birth to Wu Clan people of every rank.

Thus, the Twelve Ancestor Wizards emerged from Mount Buzhou one after another, using it as their center as they opened up territory in all directions;

when their Forces had completely spread across the Honghuang Continent, it would be time for the Wu Clan to formally establish itself and proclaim its right to rule all of Honghuang.

However, although individual members of the Wu Clan were formidable, their numbers were sparse. They could not possibly blanket Honghuang in a dense spread;

they could only use Tribes as strongholds, answering one another's call, linking points into lines and lines into surfaces, gradually forming effective control over Honghuang.

Bei Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. "I have no interest in the affairs of your Wu Clan.

"Besides, this so-called airspace has not even had a single defensive Formation laid down. There is simply no way to mark ownership of it. Besides—"

He raised a hand and pointed toward the heavens. "How high do you intend to claim this airspace? All the way into Hundun?"

"Uh..."

Ju Mang froze, a trace of awkwardness flashing across his face.

While inspecting the Tribe earlier, he had happened to see Bei Ming Use the dodge technique and pass overhead;

that posture had looked as though he were stepping on the Wu Clan's heads as he walked. Irritated, Ju Mang had directly rushed out to stop him.

To be honest, he had never considered such a question. In any case, Honghuang would sooner or later belong to the Wu Clan, and all airspace should belong to the Wu Clan as well.

As for how to handle the matter now, Ju Mang pondered briefly before grinning, Fighting spirit gradually rising within him:

"In that case, why don't you and I Exchange of ideas! As long as you can take a few moves from me without dying, today's matter will be let go!"

The Wu Clan's logic for handling matters had always been simple and crude—when in doubt, fight.

Whoever had the harder fists had the right to speak.

These Rules applied not only outwardly, but inwardly as well.

The reason Di Jiang could become the eldest brother was not merely because he was the first to take form;

it was also because his individual strength was the greatest. He had forcibly beaten the other eleven Ancestor Wizards into submission, thereby establishing his position as Elder Brother.