The Wu Clan, No Single Race Can Rival Them!

Previously, Fuxi had discoursed on the Dao for three hundred years, and naturally, Beiming would not steal the spotlight.

Three hundred years of time flowed by, stopping at the exact moment—neither overstepping the bounds nor lacking in courtesy.

As the lingering charm of the Water Law dissipated, Beiming looked toward Nüwa and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Nüwa, it is your turn next."

"Mm," Nüwa lifted her hand gently, her fingertips curling, and countless specks of light suddenly emerged within the hall:

"What I discourse upon is the Way of Creation."

"The root of creation originates from the 'Dao' and manifests in 'Eternal Manifestations'. It is not conjured from thin air, but rather the awakening of the 'principles' inherent in all things."

"Life is not the beginning, and destruction is not the end. The withering and flourishing seen in a speck of dust in an instant is the same principle by which the stars revolve."

"Creation exists in Heaven and Earth, and also within your heart; it is in the great power of opening the heavens, and also in the withering and flourishing of grass and trees."

"Hold reverence, understand life and death, follow nature, and use the faint light of the Dao heart to enlighten the Great Thousand."

"..."

The specks of light condensed into seeds, slowly sprouting, growing, blooming, bearing fruit, and then turning into dust to dissipate, repeating in a cycle.

Three hundred years passed, the specks of light gradually vanished, and the hall returned to its former tranquility.

Beiming sat in his original position, his expression slightly focused as he carefully savored the "Way of Creation."

After all, creation and destruction are opposites;

And Beiming had once seen with his own eyes a Chaos God who wielded the Laws of Destruction during the Chaos Era, and he even harbored designs upon this Destruction Demon God.

Nüwa tilted her head slightly, her eyes smiling, her voice soft yet carrying a hint of inquiry:

"Fellow Daoist, what do you think of my Way of Creation?"

Beiming pondered for a moment and praised sincerely: "Exquisite and peerless.

Fellow Daoist Nüwa is proficient in this path; you will surely achieve great things in the future."

Hearing this recognition, a trace of a smile could not help but appear in the depths of Nüwa's eyes: "Then I shall borrow your auspicious words, Fellow Daoist."

Fuxi then stroked his long beard, his expression steady as he asked solemnly:

"You have come from afar, traveling through the Primordial Wilderness, and must have seen much along the way. I wonder what your insights are regarding the current situation in the Primordial Wilderness?"

Upon hearing this, Beiming's expression tightened, and he analyzed: "In the current Primordial Wilderness, the Wu Clan is powerful.

I once crossed paths with the Wood Ancestor Wizard Ju Mang on the Eastern Seashore.

The Ancestor Wizard's strength is formidable; although he does not cultivate a Primordial Spirit, he still comprehends the power of the Laws.

Even without the use of Spirit Treasures, he possesses a terrifying Physical Body.

Ordinary Great Beings, if they do not have heavy treasures for protection, would likely find it difficult to contend with them."

Speaking to this point, Beiming's gaze grew profound, and his words became increasingly heavy: "The Twelve Ancestor Wizards are all transformed from the essence blood of the Great God Pangu, so I expect their strength to be similar.

Within one clan, there are twelve top-notch powerhouses, with many Great Wizards under their command forming the backbone, while the grassroots Wu Soldiers and Wu Generals are countless.

With the same clan, the same heart, and the same faith, it is no exaggeration to say that they are the most powerful race in the Primordial Wilderness at present."

The hall fell silent for a moment; amidst the flowing spiritual light, the atmosphere seemed somewhat oppressive.

Nüwa lifted her eyes gently, her gaze shifting slightly: "Fellow Daoist Beiming, you said you crossed paths with Ju Mang—what was the outcome?

It is rumored that you are the only friend of the Wu Clan; could it be that you fought your way into a friendship?"

It must be said that Nüwa's intuition was quite accurate; it really was a friendship forged through combat.

"What you say is true, Fellow Daoist. I encountered Ju Mang by chance, and after an exchange of ideas, we became acquainted," Beiming said modestly:

"As for the outcome of our clash, I won by a small margin."

"I thought as much," Nüwa nodded slightly, her eyes clear:

"Based on my understanding of the Wu Clan, if you had not won, or if it had ended in a draw, they might not have befriended you."

Fuxi stared at Beiming without changing his expression, a flash of contemplation crossing his eyes.

He had captured another layer of meaning in Beiming's words:

"What you just said, Fellow Daoist—that the Wu Clan is currently the most powerful race in the Primordial Wilderness—do you perhaps think that a race capable of rivaling the Wu Clan will appear in the future?"

Beiming said with great certainty: "The Wu Clan cannot be rivaled by any single race; there has never been one, and there never will be."

The Twelve Divine Fiends Great Array of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards can unleash combat power at the level of a Saint;

The overlords of the previous Immeasurable Kalpa, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, did not possess such a trump card;

As for the Human Race that follows, there is even less need to mention them.

Fuxi's eyes moved, and he instantly understood the deep meaning in Beiming's words:

"Fellow Daoist, are you saying that only by uniting the Ten Thousand Clans can the Wu Clan be kept in check?"

"Exactly," Beiming affirmed:

"Looking across the Primordial Wilderness, only if the Ten Thousand Clans are of one heart, under the leadership of a Wise Ruler, is it possible to contend with the Wu Clan. This is also the trend of the Great Way."

The so-called general trend of the Heavenly Dao is not a meticulously written script that controls the actions of every cultivator.

It merely provides an obscure direction; the specific developments and the extent to which they unfold remain a matter of human effort.

As the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu, the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestor Wizards possess Merit from the Great Dao; their actions are not easily influenced by external forces, stemming instead from their own choices and will.

In the beginning, there were only the Twelve Ancestor Wizards in Heaven and Earth, and the Wu Clan did not yet exist.

It was they who took the initiative to create the Wu Clan through Pangu's Heart, participating in the struggle for supremacy in the Primordial World.

From then on, the Wu Clan became an extremely important link in the landscape of the Primordial World.

As for the other clans, those unwilling to submit chose to resist.

Among the Innate Gods of the Primordial World, there was no shortage of Great Powers possessing charismatic leadership.

Di Jun and Dong Wangong were the ones who stood out among them.

However, the Wu Clan was too powerful; to contend with them, one had to integrate the remaining Ten Thousand Clans.

Thus, their opponent could only be one.

If Di Jun were to win, it would be the Calamity of the Witches and Demons; if Dong Wangong were to win, it would be the Calamity of the Witches and Immortals.

Even if the Twelve Ancestor Wizards had not chosen to establish the Wu Clan at the start, Heaven and Earth would still have experienced a calamity, though perhaps on a smaller scale.

Di Jun and Dong Wangong, both harboring great ambitions, would have been enough on their own to trigger a Calamity of Immortals and Demons.

A calamity is the bitter fruit that erupts when the increasingly intense strife among cultivators develops to its extreme.

Cultivators practice by taking from Heaven and Earth, yet they rarely give back.

One day, this will exceed the limits of what Heaven and Earth can bear.

The strife among cultivators is, after all, for the sake of resources.

After a calamity, Heaven and Earth return to peace, beginning to recuperate and nurture new life.

The cycle repeats, and Eternal Manifestations are renewed.

If not for the outsider Luo Hou, who ravaged the West, the previous era of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin could be called a perfect finale.

After the Three Innate Clans, the Primordial World did not weaken because of the calamity; instead, it entered an even more glorious era.

The Calamity of the Witches and Demons is somewhat different.

The Ancestor Wizards, possessing a portion of Pangu's heritage, have an overall strength that is by no means comparable to the Three Innate Clans, and their opponents are even more powerful amidst the strife.

Once the struggle for supremacy begins, it is a matter of life and death; the Wu and Yao Clans caused severe consequences, leading to the collapse of Mount Buzhou and damage to the Primordial World.

Now, the Wu Clan has begun to expand frantically, and Di Jun and Tai Yi are also planning in the shadows.

Bei Ming could not help but think of his fellow Daoist, the Mystic Turtle, in the North Sea.

Once Mount Buzhou, which serves as the Heavenly Pillar, collapses, it will be the death date of this fellow Daoist.

Could the Mystic Turtle's unique nature be a patch for the Primordial World, a glimmer of hope in the event that Mount Buzhou is lost?