The Eight Clans of the Dao Realm: When Immortals Fight, Stay Out of Battle to Survive!

Within the Dao Realm, in the void layer.

The eight auras converged once more, but this time it was more than ten times more oppressive than before.

The dark, inky cloud that Cloud Transformation Dao Venerable was churning and swirling, and the wrinkles on his aged face seemed to have deepened even further.

"Alas, the fate of the Spirit Race is sealed."

"This time, we have three fellow Daoists: the Dharma Breaking, the Immortality, and the Decay. In addition, we have gathered a hundred Nascent Spirit Transformation cultivators."

"The Spirit Race, those annoying bastards are here again."

Cloud Transformation Dao Venerable spirits low and his voice hoarse, said, "The Spirit Race's move is even more ruthless than I anticipated."

"Back then Dao of Wood was blocked, and the Ice Dao was also blocked."

"Now they're resorting to their old tricks again, trying to seize the Earth Dao and block the Feng Yue; but even as they fight, they've chosen our territory as the battlefield."

"This is really, really difficult!"

In the void, no one answered.

The dark green poisonous mist surrounding the Extreme Poison Dao Venerable slightly contracted, and a shrill voice broke the silence. "Immortality, Decay, and Dharma Breaking —three Dao Venerable have arrived in the Dao Realm, along with the remnants of the Bi Luo and the newly added Nascent Spirit Transformation."

"The Spirit Race has over a hundred Nascent Spirit Transformation in the Dao Realm. They are truly arrogant. These imperial clans don't take us seriously at all."

"What about the Beast Realm?" Mysterious Ice Dao Venerable asked.

"The specifics are unclear, but I suspect there are more."

Cloud Transformation Dao Venerable raised his hand, and a cloud map appeared in the void.

Above the cloud map, a large area in the northern part of the Dao Realm was covered in crimson, which was the territory occupied by the Beast Realm after it devoured the Li Yuan Giant Beast Clan.

To the south, a rapidly spreading expanse of emerald green stretched out, and the Spirit Race's territory was expanding at a visible pace.

The territories of the eight native clans of the Dao Realm were squeezed into the eastern part of the realm due to the conflict between the two realms, making it difficult for them to survive.

"The Beast Realm is located in the north of the Dao Realm. The total number of Spirit Transformation there is still unknown. In addition, there are six great royal Dao Venerable can project their Dao power at any time."

Cloud Transformation Dao Venerable pointed to the map, "The Spirit Race is in the south, with nearly a hundred Spirit Transformation, and three Dao Venerable personally overseeing the front lines."

"Combining the north and south, there are at least two hundred Nascent Spirit Transformation."

"Our Eight Clans of the Dao Realm probably only have three or four hundred Nascent Spirit Transformation in total; this battle is almost equivalent to half the strength of our eight clans."

The Bright Sun Daoist of Yin-Yang Dao Yin -Bright Yang Dao Venerable said in a deep voice, "Fellow Cloud Dao, you didn't summon us just to give a number, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Cloud Transformation Dao Venerable Huayun looked around and said helplessly:

"I have a question for you all."

"The Beast Realm occupies the north, Spirit Race holds the south. If the two sides were to go to war in the Dao Realm, how would our Eight Clans of the Dao Realm cope with the ensuing conflict?"

Another silence fell over the hall.

The Returning to Stillness Dao Venerable, his deathly aura fluctuating slightly, said, "Self-reliance? There are only two paths."

"Either choose a side, or stay out of it."

The Extreme Poison Dao Venerable scoffed, "Heh, choose sides? Which side? Choose the Beast Realm, and the three Dao Venerable of the Spirit Race can crush us into dust."

"With the Spirit Race chosen, Peak Mountain Emperor Lord gone into seclusion, who can withstand them?"

"If we choose neither side and cower in the middle like a tortoise, we will eventually become victims of this moral struggle."

It may be harsh, but it's the truth.

Cloud Transformation Dao Venerable nodded slowly and said, "Therefore, all of us races must get away from the conflict zone between the Beast Realm and the Spirit Race as soon as possible."

"The main battlefield between the two realms should be concentrated along the Spirit Marsh Plains; to the north of the Beast Realm Marsh Plains, and to the south, the Spirit Race. The two sides will inevitably clash here sooner or later."

"Our Eight Clans of the Dao Realm only need to do one thing."

"Avoid the Marsh Plains, avoid the core area of the conflict between the two tribes."

"The territories of each ethnic group will be reduced to the east and west, away from the north-south axis; the eight ethnic groups will advance and retreat together, thus ensuring their survival."

Mysterious Ice Dao Venerable frowned. "Contraction? This is tantamount to forcing our various races to hand over a large area of resources in the central region."

"Fine, I'll give it up."

"Spirit Vein can be found again, but once life is gone, everything is gone."

"Neither the Beast Realm nor the Spirit Realm are places our Dao Realm can afford to offend; if we are drawn into their battle here, we will be utterly destroyed."

"Ultimately, this battle is a matter between the Beast Realm and the Spirit Realm, not a matter for our Dao Realm."

Returning to Stillness Dao Venerable suddenly spoke up, "But what if the two races finish fighting? The victor will occupy the north and south of the Dao Realm, while our Eight Clans of the Dao Realm will be squeezed into the east and west corners. The days ahead will probably be even more difficult."

Upon hearing this, Cloud Transformation Dao Venerable slowly closed his eyes. "That's a matter for the future."

"Right now, staying alive is the most important thing."

Silence fell over the hall once more, this time for an even longer period.

In the end, it was the Extreme Poison Dao Venerable who broke the deadlock first.

"Fine, I'll back down then."

His voice carried a hint of self-mockery, "Anyway, my Poison Dao are already disliked, so moving a few hundred million miles east won't make a difference."

The two Dao Venerable of Yin-Yang Dao exchanged a glance, Jueyin Dao Venerable nodded slightly, thus settling the matter.

Rosy Clouds Dao Venerable and Frost and Snow Dao Venerable also expressed their opinions one after another. Although they were unwilling, they had each come to terms with reality.

The eight Dao Venerable reached a consensus once again.

Avoid war, retreat, and stay out of trouble.

As for the legacy of the Li Yuan Giant Beast Clan, the ownership of the Treasured Earth Dao Fruit, the battle between the imperial clans of the North and South, and the choices between the two realms, none of these are their concern.

As the eight auras dissipated, Cloud Transformation Dao Venerable took one last look at the cloud painting.

The two color blocks, one in the north and one in the south, are squeezing towards the center.

He suddenly realized that this world of the Dao Realm had never belonged to the Eight Clans of the Dao Realm.

They used to be the Li Yuan Giant Beast Clan, a force to be reckoned with. Even when the nine clans joined forces, they could catch their breath. But now they belong to the Beast Realm and the Spirit Realm.

The native forces of the Dao Realm have always been nothing more than ants residing here.

Without achieving the ultimate Dao Embryo, one can never truly control even a corner of the world; even those who are noble Dao Venerable sometimes face many helpless situations.

It may be for the continuation of the ethnic group, or for the continuation of tradition.

Even just to save their own lives, they had to rack their brains; it was truly bitter and frustrating.

The Spirit Race acted faster than anyone had anticipated.

The three Dao Venerable were stationed at the southern stronghold, their Daoist power radiating for billions of miles. All the small and medium-sized clans within the surrounding area felt that suffocating pressure.

The Immortality Dao Venerable doesn't even need to take action personally.

She only needs to release the power of her Dao for a moment, and all living beings within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles will be able to clearly sense that a Dao Venerable of Life Dao is pressing down on their heads.

Such a deterrent is tantamount to the collapse of the sky for those small clans that only have Nascent Soul cultivators in command.

The first to be annexed was a small tribe of savage beasts located 30 million miles west of Marsh Plains; the strongest member of the tribe was only at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, and there were dozens of Golden Core cultivators under its command.

The Spirit Race didn't even send any Nascent Spirit Transformation; they only dispatched five Core Nascent Soul and over a hundred Golden Core cultivators, yet they completely surrounded the small clan's territory.

The tribal chief knelt on the ground, his forehead bleeding from the kowtow.

"Our people are willing to surrender!"

"I surrender!"

The Spirit Race Nascent Soul leader didn't even glance at him, only tossing down a jade-green token.

"Within three days, hand over the inheritance, Secret Method, all fourth-tier and above spiritual objects in the clan, and 80% of the reserve Spirit Stone."

"Cultivators of the Golden Core or above in the clan will be assigned to the outer battle formation of the Spirit Race."

Those who disobey will have their entire clan exterminated.

The young clan chief took the token, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He knew all too well the character of these outsider races; they regarded them, these small tribes, as nothing more than ants to be consumed at will.

Resistance only leads to death; only complete submission can preserve the clan and prevent its annihilation. Besides, with three Dao Venerable in charge, who would dare utter a single word of dissent?

Within just a few days, this small tribe was completely assimilated.

And this is just the beginning.

The Spirit Race, using their core stronghold as the center, launched a three-pronged attack, advancing simultaneously to the east, west, and south.

Wherever they went, they first used the power and might of the Dao Venerable to intimidate, then dispatched Spirit Transformation cultivators to suppress the enemy and cleanse the Nascent Soul.

If they encounter a sensible tribe, they will be incorporated into their system; if they encounter an unsensible tribe, they will be crushed without leaving a trace.

In just a few months, across hundreds of millions of miles of territory south of Marsh Plains, most of the more than ten small and medium-sized ethnic groups chose either surrender or extinction.

The Spirit Race's emerald green banners, like wildly growing vines, quickly covered the entire southern region.

Those wavering minor clans had virtually no chance of resistance under the oppressive power of the Spirit Race Dao Venerable.

Several small tribes that originally relied on the Beast Realm wanted to flee north and seek refuge there.

The Nascent Soul Spirit Transformation of the Spirit Race further sealed off all routes northward, and those who could not escape were annihilated on the spot.

War is always cruel, and these are all pitiful people who died needlessly and unjustly.