Knowing It Is Easy, Doing It Is Hard; Fuxi Has Intentions

After hearing Bei Ming's words, Fuxi suddenly felt as if he had found a kindred spirit:

"What you said, Fellow Daoist, is exactly what I have been thinking."

Bei Ming turned to look at Fuxi, a bright smile appearing on his face as he cupped his hands in a salute:

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, it seems we share the same perspective, as heroes often do."

Seeing this, Fuxi laughed heartily, his beard and hair trembling slightly, his demeanor unrestrained: "Haha, what you say is absolutely right! However, the Primordial Wilderness is vast; there are always people beyond people and heavens beyond heavens. Heroes are not limited to just you and me."

Upon hearing this, Bei Ming's heart stirred slightly, and he speculated to himself: It seems that Di Jun and Tai Yi may have already communicated with Fuxi.

For a Great Power like Fuxi, who also possessed an equally exceptional younger sister, it was natural to make friends, but to easily bring him under one's command was by no means an easy task.

Even Di Jun could not force a Great Power of his own level to bow down and submit simply by exerting his prestige.

Thus, Bei Ming asked a question he already knew the answer to, probing further:

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, according to what you say, it seems there are other experts in this Primordial Wilderness who share the same views as you and me?"

The idea of uniting the Ten Thousand Clans could be described as nothing short of madness.

Although the aggressive expansion of the Wu Clan had indeed provided external pressure, offering a reason for the Ten Thousand Clans to unite, the clans themselves were already burdened with deep-seated grievances, having constantly attacked one another in the past.

To make these groups completely let go of their hatred and work together to resist the Wu Clan was not something that could be easily achieved.

Fuxi recalled the past and said in a deep voice: "On the Sun Star, there are the Three-legged Golden Crow Brothers. The elder brother is named Di Jun, and the younger brother is named Tai Yi. Many years ago, they came to Mount Qixi to pay a visit. What Di Jun said back then was exactly the same. If we want to check the Wu Clan, we must unite the Ten Thousand Clans; only then will there be a glimmer of hope."

Bei Ming nodded, his tone grave: "Although the Ten Thousand Clans have a vast grassroots and core strength, they are lacking in terms of high-level combat strength. If I am not mistaken, when Di Jun visited back then, he was likely trying to persuade you to cooperate, right?"

Fuxi nodded calmly: "That is correct. But I did not agree rashly."

Bei Ming said slowly: "The Wu Clan is expanding rapidly. Although they have made countless enemies, they are fierce and fear nothing. However, an alliance of the Ten Thousand Clans is easy to conceive but hard to execute; especially at the beginning, the slightest mistake could lead to eternal damnation."

As an Innate God, if one could remain neutral, the Wu Clan would turn a blind eye. But if one truly stood on the opposite side, the Twelve Ancestor Wizards would never show mercy.

Nüwa smiled gently at these words, breaking the heavy atmosphere:

"However, Di Jun is quite sincere. My older brother was actually a bit tempted at the time."

Fuxi said candidly: "Di Jun's Personal Spirit Treasure is the Hetu and Luoshu, which is extremely beneficial for the cultivation of the Art of Deduction. To be honest, I also have considerable attainments in the Art of Deduction. Di Jun was willing to lend this treasure for me to study. Such boldness is rare indeed. And his younger brother, Tai Yi, holds the Chaos Bell, one of the Three Treasures of Creation. Looking across the Primordial Wilderness, the two brothers are among the few strongest experts."

Bei Ming understood: "Listening to you, Fellow Daoist, it seems you are quite interested. Why then have you not agreed to it until now?"

Fuxi smiled and said: "I am not alone; as you just said, Fellow Daoist, uniting the Ten Thousand Clans is easy to conceive but hard to execute. I cannot simply drag Nüwa into this."

"Brother." Nüwa's eyes were firm; she did not want to be a burden to her brother: "My strength is no weaker than yours, and I can take care of myself. If you have an idea, just do it; you don't need to worry about me."

Fuxi and Nüwa had manifested together, and their bond as siblings was deep. As the older brother, Fuxi took great care of Nüwa. Whenever the two went out to travel and encountered trouble, Fuxi would always be the one to charge ahead, and whenever they found any fortuitous opportunity, he would always give it to his younger sister first.

It seemed that among the many intimate relationships in the Primordial Wilderness, aside from the Three Pure Ones—whose bond was somewhat superficial—others like Di Jun and Tai Yi, Fuxi and Nüwa, Zhunti and Jieyin, and even the large family of the Twelve Ancestor Wizards, were all mutually supportive, even sharing life and death.

Nüwa naturally understood that her brother was very interested in the Hetu and Luoshu; after all, what Fuxi primarily cultivated was the Art of Deduction. The Art of Music was merely a hobby and a secondary pursuit. If he could borrow the Hetu and Luoshu, Fuxi would surely be able to take a further step in his comprehension of the laws.

The sincerity Di Jun displayed was already quite rare.

After all, a Spirit Treasure was not something that could be lent out casually; the risks hidden within were by no means small.

A cultivator refines the restrictions of a Spirit Treasure to become its master;

If one were to lend out a Spirit Treasure, it would be equivalent to temporarily opening those restrictions, allowing the borrower to directly manipulate it.

At such a time, even without having refined it, the other party could still normally utilize the might of the Spirit Treasure and even comprehend the laws contained within.

This harbored a massive hidden danger.

If the borrower harbored malicious intent, even if the original owner faced them head-on, they could not easily recall the Spirit Treasure;

Even worse, if the borrower secretly found a way to erase the original owner's imprint, it was possible for them to truly seize the Spirit Treasure.

During the Investiture of the Gods, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect lent their Spirit Treasures to their disciples;

This fell under the category of opening the restrictions for them to use;

Otherwise, given that these rookies had only cultivated for a dozen years or so, they would have had no time at all to refine the Spirit Treasures;

The result was a disaster: some disciples rebelled, taking their masters' Spirit Treasures to repel their own masters;

From this, one could see the immense influence a Spirit Treasure had on combat strength.

At this moment, the conversation seemed to have touched upon the family affairs of the two siblings, leaving Beiming feeling somewhat awkward.

However, Fuxi quickly changed the subject and asked:

"Fellow Daoist Beiming, what are your thoughts on this matter? Di Jun is widely recruiting talented people, and with your strength, he will surely come to visit you as well."

Nüwa, who was to the side, also leaned in with interest and added with a smile:

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Beiming. Ju Mang can be considered to have had a friendship with you; if you truly had to choose a side, which one would you stand on?"

Although according to the original sequence of events, Kun Peng was tormented quite miserably by Di Jun, it had nothing to do with the current Beiming.

Nowadays, Beiming had not established a clan, so the greatest conflict with Di Jun had already vanished;

Given Di Jun's shrewdness, he would not offend an Innate God without reason;

Furthermore, unless they managed to create the Zhou Tian Star Array;

Beiming did not fear them; even if he could not win, they would not be able to keep him if he wished to leave.

Therefore, as long as the Three-legged Golden Crow Brothers did not provoke him, Beiming had no reason to treat Di Jun and Tai Yi as mortal enemies and spare no effort to deal with them;

As for joining them, that was absolutely impossible.

Knowing it was a pit of fire, why jump into it?

Of course, Beiming saw no need to make any declarations here in front of Fuxi, so he simply parried the question:

"I have never had direct contact with Di Jun; hearsay is false, seeing is believing.

As for what kind of person he truly is, I still need to verify it for myself.

As for the Wu Clan, I have only met Ju Mang once to exchange pointers in martial arts, and I have never even met the other Ancestor Wizards.

In my view, it is better to remain a wandering cultivator, seeking the Dao and visiting friends—isn't that quite good? Carefree and unrestrained, avoiding all strife."