There was also the Tushan Clan, a lineage that was essentially a mutated form of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.
And theirs was an especially unusual, beneficial mutation.
In fact, ever since the Demon Tribe's Bloodline Research Institute had been established,
the mad scientists there had shown a distinct inclination to dissect every strange creature they came across.
They had developed an immense interest in studying the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox as a race.
And the one they particularly wanted to study
was this very Tushan!
The Tushan Clan's original home had been no more than a small mountain of blessed grotto-heaven caliber.
But midway through the struggle between the Witch Clan and Demon Tribe for supremacy in the Primordial World, a rather extraordinary figure had arrived.
Tushan.
Naturally, before coming to Mount Tushan, he had not been called Tushan.
But those were the Fox Tribe's rules.
During the War of the Witch and Demon Tribes, the Fox Tribe had served as the Demon Tribe's brains.
They had repeatedly distinguished themselves in battles at the middle and lower levels!
That was chiefly because the Fox Tribe had nimble minds and excelled at all sorts of techniques for fishing information out of others.
They had extensively studied the customs and conditions of the Primordial World.
When fighting those rather dim-witted members of the Witch Clan,
most of the Demon Tribe's cultivators were actually none too bright themselves.
After all, those had still been the early days of the Primordial World.
The world rules could be summed up in a single phrase.
The weak were meat for the strong, and strength reigned supreme!
Aside from that fellow Primordial Heavenly Venerable, who in the entire Primordial World was still talking about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame?
Who was still preaching all those codes of etiquette?