Chapter 588

Di Jiang's decision left all the Ancestral Witches silent.

They understood this was the only way at present.

Although stifling and passive, at least it shed that black pot sufficient to be fatal.

"But Older Brother," Zhu Jiuyin, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke, "Nüwa has achieved Sanctification; the Yao Clan has gained a Saint as backing. With this waxing and waning, it is ultimately unfavorable for us."

This was also the problem all the Ancestral Witches worried about most.

A Saint is Wànjié Bùmó, undying and indestructible.

A single Saint is enough to change the course of a war.

Di Jiang fell silent.

This was also what gave him the biggest headache.

Their Wu Clan cultivates the Pangu True Body; they do not revere Heaven, do not worship Saints, and walk the path of proving the Dao through strength.

This path destined them to be unable to achieve Sanctification through merit and virtue like Nüwa.

Could it be there really is no solution?

Just At This Time, Hou Tu suddenly said: "The six disciples under the Ancestor of the Dao all possess Primordial Beginning Purple Qi; in the future they can all achieve Sanctification. Their opportunities for Sanctification differ from ours."

"Oh?" Di Jiang looked at her, "How do they differ?"

"Nüwa created humans, complying with the Heavenly Dao, creating new life; thus her merit and virtue are boundless." Hou Tu slowly said, "As for those two in the West, it is said they need to establish a Great Vow and borrow merit and virtue from the Heavenly Dao in order to achieve Sanctification."

"Borrow merit and virtue?" Zhu Rong's eyes widened, "Can merit and virtue even be borrowed?"

"And that Tongtian Jiaozhu among the Three Purities practices You You — he wishes to establish a teaching, Jie Jie a thread of Heavenly Secrets, teach all things, and achieve Sanctification through the merit and virtue of establishing a teaching."

Establish a teaching……

Create……

A light unprecedented flashed through Di Jiang's eyes!

A crazy idea uncontrollably sprouted in his Nao Hai.

Nüwa can create humans.

Why can't our Wu Clan?

We have the Father God's Blood Sea Demonic Essence! We have the purest Pangu Bloodline!

We have this boundless Earth Turbid Evil Qi!

Why can't we also create a brand new race that belongs solely to our Wu Clan, absolutely loyal?!

The moment this thought appeared, it was like a prairie fire, instantly burning through Di Jiang's entire Soul.

"I understand…… I understand!" Di Jiang Mang Mang stood up, his face bearing an excitement bordering on madness.

"She Nüwa used Jiǔtiān Xīrǎng and Three Light Divine Water to create humans, obtaining Clear Spirit Qi, enjoying Heavenly Dao Merit and Virtue."

"Then we shall do the opposite!"

"We will use Father God's Blood Sea Demonic Essence as guide, Earth Turbid Evil as foundation, the endless Blood Sea's karma as fire, to create a race…… born for slaughter, existing for battle!"

"This race will inherit our Wu Clan's tyrannical Flesh Body, inherit the Father God's unyielding battle intent!"

"They will be the sharpest blade in our Wu Clan's hands!"

Inside the Da Dian, all the Ancestral Witches were shocked by Di Jiang's crazy idea.

"Older Brother, this…… is it feasible?" She Bi Shi hesitated somewhat.

"Why would it not be feasible?" Di Jiang Fan Fan, "This method may not obtain Heavenly Dao Merit and Virtue, but it can obtain boundless karma! Karma is also power! And it is power more pure, more Hegemonic Way than merit and virtue!"

"We shall use this boundless karma to prove our Wu Clan's Dao!"

"Good! Let's do it!" Zhu Rong was the first to jump up, face full of excitement, "What will this race be called?"

Di Jiang looked outside the hall, at that sky shrouded in Blood Color Mist, and slowly spat out three words.

"Asura!"

"They will be…… a battle clan walking in the Nine Nether Blood Sea: non-Heaven, non-god, non-human, non-ghost!"

"This matter requires one person's assistance." Di Jiang's gaze turned toward the direction of the Blood Sea.

"Minghe."

……

Blood Sea, Netherworld Palace.

Minghe Laozu's mood was very bad.

Ever since at Mount Buzhou's foot, he was defeated by Di Jun within ten moves before all the Powers of Honghuang, he had been hiding in the Xuehai Shen Chu licking his wounds.

That was not merely physical trauma, but a strange humiliation on the spirit.

He, the dignified Lord of the Blood Sea, an Ancient God, was actually defeated so cleanly, so thoroughly.

He hated Di Jun, and hated even more that Donghuang Taiyi who gave him the scheme.

But what use is hate?

The Yao Clan Heavenly Court now has the Great Trend established; Di Jun has even Beheaded two corpses, his strength unfathomable.

What does his tiny Blood Sea have to fight them with?

"Sigh……" Minghe sighed, only feeling his future was a piece of gray darkness.

Just At This Time, a spatial ripple quietly rippled open in his palace.

Minghe was Shock in his heart; the Yutu and Aobi Swords instantly appeared in his hands, warily Kan Kan at that ripple.

"Who?"

The ripple dispersed; twelve figures emitting Tian Qi murderous Qi appeared before him.

They were precisely the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Is it you?" Minghe's face changed and changed again.

The Wu Clan and the Yao Clan are mortal enemies; my Blood Sea has always been neutral, helping neither side.

What are these twelve evil stars doing running over to my place?

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, I hope you have been well since we last met." Di Jiang looked at him, a meaningful smile on his face.

"The various Ancestral Witches have graced us with your grand presence; I wonder what important business brings you here?" Minghe asked without changing expression, though in his heart he had already raised his vigilance to the utmost.

"We have come this time wanting to do a business deal with you, Fellow Daoist." Di Jiang got straight to the point.

"A business deal?"

"A great business deal that can let you, Fellow Daoist, avenge the grudge of Mount Buzhou, and furthermore make your Blood Sea's Qi Luck soar, turning you into a Blood Sea Dominance..."

Minghe's heart gave a sudden, violent throb.

He looked at Di Jiang, silent for a moment, before slowly opening his mouth: "Speak, let me hear it."

Di Jiang laughed.

He told Minghe the plan to create the Asura Clan, in its entirety, holding nothing back.

"... We will contribute the Father God's Essence Blood, to draw forth the Earth Turbid Evil."

"You, Fellow Daoist, will contribute this boundless Blood Sea, as well as your Blood God Son Transformation Method."

"Joining forces, we will create a brand new race, born for war."

"Once accomplished, you will be the Holy Lord of this Asura Clan. Of this clan's Qi Luck, you take seventy percent, my Wu Clan only takes thirty percent. How about it?"

Having heard it all, Minghe was completely stunned.

Inside his mind, a roaring boom rang out.

Creating a race!

This is something only a Saint can do!

This bunch of lunatics from the Wu Clan actually want to drag him into doing it together?

He had to admit, he was tempted.

Incomparably tempted.

If it succeeds, he will become the Holy Lord of a clan, enjoying a clan's Qi Luck. At that time, never mind Di Jun, even those lofty Saints would probably have to look at him with new eyes!

This risk is boundlessly great.

But the reward is also so great he cannot refuse!

"Why me?" Minghe forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked.

"Because in this Great Wasteland, only your Blood Sea, Fellow Daoist, is the most perfect breeding ground for nurturing the Asura Clan." Di Jiang said calmly, "And also only you, and that Di Jun Na Si, have an irreconcilable enmity."

"We have a common enemy."

Minghe fell silent.

He looked at Di Jiang's pair of sincere yet bewitching eyes, and thought again of the humiliation he suffered at the foot of Mount Buzhou, and of the Orc Clan Heavenly Court's aggressive, overbearing arrogance.

For a long while.

"Good!" He squeezed out a single word from between his teeth.

"I'll do it!"