Plan to Swallow the Pill

"Even if we honestly remain in the Spirit Realm, avoiding conflict with the world, bowing and scraping before the Soul Clan and Ancient Clan, swallowing humiliation without protest—will they truly spare us?"

"It is simply impossible. The reason they have not moved against us yet is largely because they restrain one another and are unwilling to disrupt the fragile balance among the Dou God Clans. As descendants of a Dou God, our clan still possesses a few valuable things. If an exceptionally decisive figure emerges from either of those clans, someone capable of striking with thunderous methods, then our clan's destruction will be only a matter of time. And because of our weakness, we would likely be among the first to be exterminated."

"If they had no intention of making a move, they would not act merely because of a Pill Tower."

"What we should truly worry about is not whether they will pursue revenge after we make a move against the Pill Tower's Mystic Pill. We should pray only that those two clans do not suddenly take an interest in our clan. That is all..."

Ling Fengzhui's words laid bare the boundless sorrow of a weak clan struggling to survive in the cracks between countless powerful forces. Compared to the Pill Tower, the Spirit Clan was unquestionably powerful, powerful enough that others would hesitate to provoke them. Yet before even larger and stronger factions, they were merely a bigger fish.

Ling Xuanmo instinctively wanted to refute him. His lips moved, but in the end, he could not say a single word. Ling Yuan took a deep breath, feeling the cold heaviness of the nearly solidified air fill his chest. He slowly shook his head, and that gesture alone was filled with helplessness.

Ling Xuanmo rubbed his face hard, as