Previously, Fuxi had discoursed on the Dao for three hundred years, so Bei Ming naturally would not upstage his host.
Another three hundred years passed, ending at precisely the right moment—neither overstepping propriety nor lacking in courtesy.
As the lingering charm of the Water Law faded, Bei Ming looked at Nüwa and said with a smile:
"Fellow Daoist Nüwa, it is your turn next."
"Mm." Nüwa gently raised her hand, her fingertips stirring as countless motes of light appeared throughout the hall.
"What I shall speak of is the Way of Creation."
"The foundation of creation originates from the 'Dao' and manifests in 'Eternal Manifestations.' It is not fabrication from nothingness, but the awakening of the inner 'principles' within all things."
"Life is not the beginning, nor is death the end. In a fleeting speck of dust, one may witness withering and flourishing; the movement of the stars follows the same principle."
"Creation lies in Heaven and Earth, and also within your heart; in the great power that opened Heaven, and 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 illuminate the Great Thousand."
"..."
The motes of light gathered into seeds, which slowly sprouted, grew, blossomed, bore fruit, then turned back into dust and scattered away, repeating in endless cycles.
Three hundred years passed. The motes of light gradually vanished, and the hall returned to its previous tranquility.
Bei Ming remained seated, his expression slightly grave as he carefully savored the "Way of Creation."
After all, creation stood opposite to destruction.
And Bei Ming had personally witnessed, during the age of Hundun, a Chaos God who wielded the Laws of Destruction. He had even harbored designs on that Destruction Demon God.
Nüwa slightly tilted her head, smiling eyes carrying a trace of inquiry as her voice remained gentle and soft.
"Fellow Daoist, what do you think of my Way of Creation?"
Bei Ming pondered for a moment before offering sincere praise. "Exquisitely profound.
"Fellow Daoist Nüwa is highly skilled in this path. In the future, you will surely accomplish great things."
Upon hearing this recognition, a smile involuntarily appeared in Nüwa's eyes. "Then I shall borrow your auspicious words."
At this moment, Fuxi stroked his long beard, his expression steady as he solemnly asked:
"Fellow Daoist, you have traveled from afar and passed through the Primordial Wilderness. You must have seen and heard much along the way. What are your thoughts on the current situation in the Primordial Wilderness?"
Bei Ming's expression sharpened as he analyzed, "At present, the Wu Clan is immensely powerful.
"I once fought Ju Mang, the Wood Ancestor Wizard, at the Eastern Seashore.
"The Ancestor Wizards possess formidable strength. Though they do not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, they have likewise comprehended the power of laws.
"Although they cannot wield Spirit Treasures, they possess extremely terrifying physical bodies.
"Ordinary Great Beings, unless protected by powerful treasures, would likely find it difficult to contend with them."
At this point, Bei Ming's gaze deepened, and his words grew increasingly grave. "The Twelve Ancestor Wizards were all transformed from the essence blood of Great God Pangu. Their strength should be roughly equal.
"Within a single clan, they have twelve top-notch experts. Beneath them are many Great Wizards forming the backbone, while grassroots Wu Generals and Wu Soldiers are simply countless.
"United by blood, heart, and faith, it would not be an exaggeration to call them the strongest race in the Primordial Wilderness at present."
The hall fell silent for an instant. Spiritual light flowed through the air, and the atmosphere seemed somewhat oppressive.
Nüwa gently raised her eyes, her gaze shifting slightly. "Fellow Daoist Bei Ming, you said that you fought Ju Mang. What was the outcome?
"It is said that you are the Wu Clan's only friend. Could it be that the two of you developed a bond through that battle?"
It had to be said that Nüwa's instincts were quite accurate. They truly had developed a bond through fighting.
"Fellow Daoist is correct. Ju Mang and I met by chance, and after exchanging ideas, we became acquainted," Bei Ming said modestly.
"As for the outcome of that exchange, I won by a narrow margin in one round."
"I thought as much." Nüwa gave a slight nod, her eyes clear and bright.
"From what I know of the Wu Clan, if you had failed to win—or if the battle had ended in a draw—they might not necessarily have made friends with you."
Fuxi stared at Bei Ming without revealing anything, a thoughtful glint flashing through his eyes.
He had caught another layer of meaning in Bei Ming's words.
"Fellow Daoist just said that the Wu Clan is currently the strongest race in the Primordial Wilderness. Do you believe that a race capable of rivaling the Wu Clan will emerge in the future?"
Bei Ming replied with absolute certainty, "The Wu Clan cannot be matched by any single race. Not in the past, and not in the future."
The Twelve Divine Fiends Great Array of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards could unleash combat power at the level of a Saint.
Even the overlords of the previous Immeasurable Kalpa—the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans—had possessed no such trump card.
As for the later Human Race, there was even less need to mention them.
Fuxi's eyes flickered as he instantly understood the deeper meaning behind Bei Ming's words.
"Fellow Daoist, are you saying that only by uniting the Ten Thousand Clans can one restrain the Wu Clan?"
"Exactly," Bei Ming affirmed.
"Looking across the Primordial Wilderness, only if the Ten Thousand Clans unite under the command of a Wise Ruler will they have any chance of opposing the Wu Clan. It is also the general trend."
The so-called general trend of the Heavenly Dao was not some meticulously written script that controlled every cultivator's actions.
It merely provided an obscure direction. As for the specific course of events and how far they developed, that still depended on human effort.
The Three Pure Ones and the Ancestor Wizards, as the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu, possessed Great Dao Merit. Their actions would not be casually influenced by outside forces, but arose more from their own choices and will.
At the beginning, there were only the Twelve Ancestor Wizards between Heaven and Earth. The Wu Clan did not yet exist.
They had taken the initiative to create the Wu Clan through Pangu's Heart and participate in contending for supremacy in the Primordial Wilderness.
From then on, the Wu Clan became an immensely important part of the Primordial Wilderness's overall order.
As long as the other races were unwilling to submit, they would choose to resist.
And among the Innate Gods of the Primordial Wilderness, there was no shortage of Great Powers with the charisma of leaders.
Di Jun and Dong Wangong were the outstanding figures among them.
However, the Wu Clan was far too powerful. If anyone wished to contend against them, they could only unite the remaining Ten Thousand Clans.
Thus, they would have only one opponent.
If Di Jun won, it would become the Calamity of the Witches and Demons.
If Dong Wangong won, it would become the Calamity of the Witches and Immortals.
Even if the Twelve Ancestor Wizards had not chosen to establish the Wu Clan from the very beginning,
there would still have been an Immeasurable Kalpa between Heaven and Earth, though its scale might have been smaller.
Di Jun and Dong Wangong both harbored grand ambitions. The two of them alone would have been enough to stir up a Calamity of Immortals and Demons.
An Immeasurable Kalpa was the bitter fruit that erupted when the escalating conflicts between Cultivators developed to their extreme.
Cultivators cultivated by taking from Heaven and Earth, yet rarely gave anything in return.
One day, they would inevitably exceed the limits that Heaven and Earth could bear.
The struggles between Cultivators were nothing more than struggles for resources.
After an Immeasurable Kalpa, Heaven and Earth would regain peace, begin recuperating, and nurture new life.
The cycle repeated endlessly, and Eternal Manifestations renewed themselves.
If not for Luo Hou, that outsider, ruining the West,
the earlier conflict among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans could have been called a perfect conclusion.
After the Three Clans, the Primordial World had not declined because of the Immeasurable Kalpa. Instead, it entered an even more glorious age.
The Calamity of the Witches and Demons was somewhat different.
The Ancestor Wizards, who possessed part of Pangu's inheritance, were overall far stronger than the Three Innate Clans.
And their opponents would also become more powerful amid the conflict.
Once the struggle for supremacy began, it would become a fight to the death. The Wu and Yao Clans would also cause severe consequences, leading to the collapse of Mount Buzhou and damage to the Primordial World.
Now, the Wu Clan had already begun expanding madly, while Di Jun and Tai Yi were also making plans in secret.
Bei Ming could not help thinking of his friend, Mystic Turtle, in the North Sea.
Once Mount Buzhou, the Heavenly Pillar, collapsed, it would be this friend's day of death.
Mystic Turtle possessed such a trait. Could he be a patch for the Primordial Wilderness, ensuring that if Mount Buzhou were lost, there would still be a sliver of hope?
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