Chapter 605

Pangu Hall.

The atmosphere had never been this oppressive.

That decree of the "Demon-Suppressing Alliance" issued by the Orc Clan Heavenly Court and spread throughout the Hong Huang San Jie Liu He, was like an invisible great mountain, pressing heavily on the heart of every Zu Wu.

Twelve towering Mo Shen figures stood silent now; inside the hall only that myriad-zhang Pangu's Heart pulsed with a dull, powerful thumping.

"Bullying too far!"

Zhu Rong finally could not hold back; he sprang to his feet, the berserk Southern Ming Li Fire blazing around him, burning the surrounding space until it twisted and warped.

"That bald feathered beast Di Jun! What does he mean by this?!"

Zhu Rong's crimson eyes fixed dead on the direction outside the hall, his voice booming like thunder:

"He killed tens of thousands of our clansmen, and now he turns around and plays the good guy? And establishes some 'Demon-Suppressing Alliance'? Is he telling us Wu Clan to go be his dogs?!"

"Right!" Gonggong chimed in through gritted teeth, "Make us go fight Minghe? Go kill the Asura we created with our own hands? This is literally stomping our Wu Clan's face into the ground!"

"Older Brother! Can't agree! If we agree, how will our Wu Clan ever stand in the Great Wasteland again?!"

"Worst case we just fight them! I, Zhu Rong, will be the first to charge up those Thirty-Three Heavens and burn that broken Lingxiao Baodian to ash!"

"I say we just go to the Blood Sea, have Minghe send more young warriors, and slaughter another hundred or eighty of those so-called Human Tribes! Let's see what Di Jun uses to 'suppress' then!"

For an ongoing period, the hall was filled with war fervor.

Qiangliang, She Bi Shi, and the other battle-hungry Zu Wu all roared, demanding a fight to the death with the Yao Clan.

In their view, this decree of the Yao Clan was humiliation, a naked Yang Scheme, and a trampling of the Wu Clan's dignity.

Yet on the chief seat, Di Jiang remained silent throughout.

He just sat there quietly, that face always calm and composed as if everything was in his grasp, now dark enough to drip water.

He looked at his brothers below, their killing intent soaring from rage, but in his heart surged an unprecedented coldness and powerlessness.

Fight?

With what to fight?

In Di Jiang's mind, calculations raced.

Refuse.

If the Wu Clan refuses to join this so-called "Demon-Suppressing Alliance", that equals declaring to the entire Great Wasteland that they, the Wu Clan, are in the same nest as those Blood Sea evil demons who slaughter living beings.

The blood debt from previously slaughtering the Human Tribe will be completely confirmed; cause and effect will settle instantly!

The face of the "Primordial Orthodoxy" they schemed to maintain will vanish utterly.

By then, the Wu Clan will stand on the opposite side of all living beings who incline toward the righteous path.

This is even more terrifying than losing a war.

But if they agree...

Di Jiang's fingers unconsciously tightened on the armrest.

This is no different from severing their own arm!

Even more, it means the Wu Clan must bow that proud head which, since Pangu's Kāitiān Pìdì, has never once been lowered — to the Orc Clan Heavenly Court.

Acknowledging that he, Di Jun, is the one who holds the order of heaven and earth.

The Wu Clan will thoroughly become the laughingstock of the Hónghuāng Wànzú.

Whether agreeing or refusing, both are hard to decide.

"Older Brother, why aren't you speaking?"

Zhu Rong's roar pulled Di Jiang back from his chaotic thoughts.

Di Jiang slowly raised his head, gaze sweeping over his brothers and sisters; in those deep eyes appeared for the first time a trace of indescribable weariness.

"You tell me, why was Nüwa able to achieve Sanctification?" Di Jiang's voice was very light.

"Creating humans, duh — Heavenly Dao Merit and Virtue." Zhu Rong answered without thinking.

"Then why would Heavenly Dao send down Massive Merit Descending because of creating humans?" Di Jiang pressed.

"This..." Zhu Rong was stumped; the other few battle-hungry Zu Wu also wore blank looks.

"Because the Human Tribe is the Heavenly Dao's chosen, the future Heaven's Chosen Protagonists!"

"From the start, we fell into a trap."

"The Yao Clan avoided battle; we thought they were scared. So we released the Asura, slaughtered the Human Tribe, wanting to humiliate the Heavenly Court and shake its foundation."

"But the result? Humans created writing, Heaven sent down Merit and Virtue, the Yao Clan took Twenty Percent Merit Allocation, their Qi Qi rose instead of falling. While we shouldered the sky-high Cause and Effect of slaughtering the Heaven's Chosen Protagonists."

"Now he sets up this 'Demon-Suppressing Alliance', driving us into a corner."

"He doesn't care about those Human Tribe lives at all, nor about any 'suppressing demons'. What he cares about is only using this chance to nail our Wu Clan thoroughly onto the opposite side of the Heavenly Dao. Making us never able to turn over again."

Every word of Di Jiang struck like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly pounding on the hearts of the assembled Zu Wu.

The anger on Zhu Rong's face gradually faded, replaced by shock, by disbelief.

The black water churning around Gonggong also calmed down, his eyes full of bewilderment.

Though they are impulsive, they are not fools.

After Di Jiang's analysis, they instantly understood the horror within.

"We always thought the Wu-Yao struggle was a contest between Heaven and Earth, our destined war with that flock of bald feathered beasts. But we were all wrong..."

Hou Tu's voice trembled slightly, "The real chessboard is right here."

Her finger pointed at the Human Tribe on the map.

"Then... what do we do now?"

Inside Pangu Hall, fell a dead silence.

Long while.

"Younger Sister." Di Jiang's gaze landed on Hou Tu.

Hou Tu sighed softly, she knew, older brother had already made his choice.

"Older brother, you speak."

"Draft a decree." Di Jiang closed his eyes, as if using all his strength, he spoke word by word.

"In the name of my Pangu Hall, I announce to the Great Wasteland."

"The Wu Clan are the Primordial Orthodoxy, tasked with guarding the earth. The Blood Sea demons slaughter living beings, act against heaven and earth, they are truly a blight upon heaven and earth. My Wu Clan... wish to respond to the Heavenly Emperor's summons, join the Demon-Suppressing Alliance, for the Great Wasteland... eliminate this great harm!"

When the last word fell.

"Pfft!"

Zhu Rong spat out a mouthful of blood violently.

Not from injury, but from anger.

His tall body trembled violently, he pointed at Di Jiang, lips quivering, yet could not utter a single word.

Gonggong, Qiangliang and the other ancestral witches also all changed color, their eyes full of humiliation and unwillingness.

Bowing their heads to the Yao Clan.

These four words, more painful than killing them.

"This is... the only way." Di Jiang opened his eyes, his gaze calm and terrifying, "We must, with our own hands, sever the cause and effect with Minghe. Use his blood, to wash away our disgrace."

Having said that, he no longer looked at everyone's reactions, turned around, took a step, and his figure had already vanished inside Pangu Hall.

He must personally, go to the Blood Sea once.

Some things, must be said clearly face to face.

Some debts, must also be settled clearly face to face.