To Fight or Not to Fight

The moment Zhu Rong said those words, Pangu Hall fell silent.

Dijiang keenly noticed that it was not only Zhu Rong—even the ever-steady Zhu Jiuyin, Houtu, Gonggong, Qiang Liang, and the others had a faint yet impossible-to-hide eagerness and longing in their eyes as they looked at him.

Rule the Primordial World!

Those four words held a deadly allure for any living being in the Primordial World.

What was more, they were of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage!

Deep in their hearts, they believed that the Primordial World had originally been created by the Father God. As continuations of the Father God's bloodline, they ought to be the masters of this land.

Seeing the blazing looks in his younger brothers' and sister's eyes, Dijiang sighed faintly inwardly.

He knew that although he was their eldest brother, and although he had led them around many pitfalls with the advantage of foresight, even allowing them to step into the realm of Primordial Origin Golden Immortals ahead of time—

He could not make every decision for them, because they were his siblings, not his puppets.

They had their own thoughts, their own pride, and the ambition that belonged to the Pangu Orthodox Lineage.

This time, Dijiang did not make a unilateral decision as he usually did.

He drew a deep breath, swept his gaze over everyone, and asked calmly, "Is that what all of you think?"

"Big Brother, I think Zhu Rong is right."

Gonggong was the first to speak, ambition gleaming in his eyes. "We are of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage. The Primordial World is the Father God's life's work. We have both the duty and the strength to govern this land properly. Why should we let those two mongrel-feathered birds ride roughshod over us?"

"Yes, Big Brother."

Jumang echoed him. "Though our