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“That’s right, it’s the Great Calamity! The Yao race has already prospered under the support of the Heavenly Dao. Our Wu race is already powerful and has no choice but to engage in a tug-of-war with them. When the conflict evolves and drags on for a long time, sweeping across the Primordial Realm and contending for the throne of the world, isn’t that a Great Calamity?”

At this point, Chu Xuan spoke with deep meaning, “If there is a victor in the Great Calamity, so be it! Our Wu race naturally doesn’t fear it! But who was the victor in the last Great Calamity? And now, who stands behind the Heavenly Dao? How powerful were the three races of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin back then? Yet somehow, they burned in the fire, and once it started, it couldn’t be stopped. Now, things are almost like they were before. This moment mirrors that moment!”

The Wu Ancestors fell silent, sinking into a long silence.

None of them were foolish. They understood the implication in Chu Xuan’s words.

It was clearly an allusion to the Dao Ancestor Hongjun’s unclean path to ascension.

They were all great beings with profound powers in the world.

The final battle back then was clear to them all.

Behind the three races, a terrifying Demon ancestor secretly instigated the conflict and created the slaughter calamity in order to become a saint.

But in the end, he was unexpectedly intercepted by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

The Yao race perished, and many of the strongest who participated in the battle either died or fled. In the end, only Dao Ancestor Hongjun achieved sainthood!

It was too coincidental, so coincidental that it sent chills down their spines.

The Demon ancestor had plotted for so long to find the opportunity for ascension. How could it be that someone like that, who had to rally a group to besiege the other, could directly become a saint?

It was clearly a premeditated scheme that allowed him to reap the fruits of victory at the critical moment.

The depth behind this was immense, but in the past, no one had carefully speculated on it.

And now, just like before, the most important thing was that the one who had succeeded in a similar event last time was now standing behind the Heavenly Dao.

It was hard not to suspect that there was another scheme behind this dispute.

And if it was a scheme, then it had to be an even more terrifying one.

After all, that person back then hadn’t yet become a saint, yet now the other party was already a saint.

The twelve Wu Ancestors present had not long ago gone to Zixiao Palace and listened to the first sermon of the first saint in the world.

Although they were muddled due to their lack of primordial spirits, they still had a sense of awe in their hearts for the saint’s power. This was reverence for power.

They were proud, but they weren’t foolish!

Only the Pangu Palace could block all heavenly secrets. Otherwise, they might have already been detected by the other side.

It might not be true, but they couldn’t afford not to be cautious!

The Wu Ancestors, who had calmed down, felt a mixture of coldness and anger in their hearts. It was Zhu Rong who spoke first.

“Could it be that we’re just going to accept it? Stand by and watch the Yao race grow stronger? If we don’t stop them, once they gain strength, how could they possibly spare our Wu race?”

At this moment, all the Wu Ancestors, whether they believed it or not, turned their gazes to Chu Xuan, this unexpected little shaman.

Seeing this, Chu Xuan felt assured. Then, he let out a hearty laugh.

“Wu Ancestors, listen! I have three plans; superior, medium, and inferior!”

Upon hearing this, the Wu Ancestors stared intently at Chu Xuan, which made him feel a bit uneasy.

Aren’t you going to ask?

After a while, it was Hou Tu, who was always understanding, who spoke first.

“Feel free to speak!”

Chu Xuan let out a sigh of relief.

He almost failed to show off.

“Fine, next time, I’ll just say I have one plan, no need for three.”

“I have an inferior plan. Continue to establish the Wu race. Although this will trap us in a cage and incur a karmic debt to the Heavenly Dao, which means we won’t be able to control our fate in the future Great Calamity, preparing in advance may still give us a slim chance of turning the tide!”

Di Jian looked at Chu Xuan and frowned. Although this was his original plan, he now had doubts and was unwilling to adopt it.

He shook his head.

“Establishing the Wu race is too risky. If we’re not careful, the Great Calamity will start, and that wouldn’t be a good thing!”

Chu Xuan nodded.

“I also have a superior plan. We join the Yao race and take over their nest. The Heavenly Court has just been established, and its responsibilities are unclear. Our Wu race is incredibly powerful. Even if we lack the ability to reproduce, we could easily overshadow the Yao race! At that point, the Yao race would become the Wu race, and the Wu race would become the Yao race. We could easily seize the throne of the world!” But as soon as these words were spoken, they drew a sneer from Zhu Rong.

“I thought it was a great idea!  But it turns out to be this! Our Wu race is the true lineage of Pangu. How could we stoop to serve others? Serving the Heavenly Dao might be tolerable, but Emperor Jun and Taiyi, those born from eggs, what virtue and ability do they have to be the leaders of our Wu race! Even if it were possible, we could never make that choice! How could you, a little shaman, so easily insult the honor of our Wu race!”

Zhu Rong was furious.

The other Wu Ancestors more or less shared similar sentiments. Even Hou Tu frowned.

Chu Xuan showed an expression as if he had expected this.

This was naturally the best plan. Leading the whole tribe to join the Yao race would blindside Emperor Jun and the Heavenly Dao.

The Great Calamity needed at least two opposing forces, but if they all became internal conflicts, how would the battle continue?

The Yao race appeared strong, but they were only just starting. Emperor Jun and Taiyi hadn’t fully spread their wings. With a little sabotage, it would be easy to kick them out of their own plan and take over.

Unfortunately, the Wu race’s pride would never accept such a plan.

None of the Wu Ancestors were foolish, but some things couldn’t be measured by simple gains and losses.

Chu Xuan had anticipated this.

So the two plans before were just a setup. Finally, he slowly revealed his medium plan.

“Since the Wu Ancestors are unwilling to follow this strategy! Then I have one last plan! The medium plan! The Heavenly Dao is incomplete, and order is not yet established. The founding of the Heavenly Court is the general trend, the inevitable course of the Primordial Realm! Emperor Jun of the Yao race is merely riding the tide of the Heavenly Dao’s development, but this has both advantages and disadvantages! Success comes from the Heavenly Dao, but so can failure. I have a plan!” Chu Xuan finally revealed his trump card.

“It’s called the Heavenly Tribulation Completion Method! I have observed that the establishment of the immortal path is causing the Heavenly Dao to lose something. The beings of the wilderness are devouring Qi, depleting the heavens to nourish themselves. With each breakthrough, they become immortals. Immortals are everywhere, and Da Luo Golden Immortals are as common as dogs!

Even though the Primordial Realm is vast, created by Father Pangu, if this continues for countless epochs, when the last bit of Qi is drained, wouldn’t the Great Dao collapse, leading to the tribulation of the end of law!

I propose setting up a Heavenly Tribulation, with three disasters and nine hardships! The Heavenly Tribulation is the Thunder Tribulation! The three disasters are wind, fire, and water. The nine hardships involve hunger, thirst, clothing, and the inability to escape worldly needs. These constraints would force one to live like a mortal!

To become an immortal, one must suffer disasters! Only by surviving them can one become immortal and progress on the immortal path! Even after becoming immortal, each level would come with a tribulation. Heavenly thunder would descend, water and fire would invade, and wind and thunder would roar! How could the mediocre become immortals!”