Chapter 382

The night wind blew across the massive square outside the Like Pangu Temple, and the bonfire embers made crisp crackling sounds.

Su Chen looked at Di Jiang's broad back.

"What is there not to say? Speak." Di Jiang turned around and looked at Su Chen with a slight smile.

Su Chen took a deep breath.

He mobilized the seventh-turn chaotic Qi and blood he had just cultivated to seal off the surroundings.

"Ancestral Wu Di Jiang, I once made a Great Dao oath not to actively intervene in the Wu-Demon dispute." Su Chen lowered his voice. "These words today only leave my mouth and enter your ears. Once I leave here, I will never admit to them."

Di Jiang put away his smile.

He sensed that what Su Chen was about to say was of great importance.

The leader of the Ancestral Wu raised his right hand and slashed violently in the void.

A silver spatial law barrier formed instantly, completely isolating the space where the two were from the outside world.

"Speak." Di Jiang spat out a single word.

Su Chen looked directly at Di Jiang.

"There will be no winner in this decisive battle between the Wu Clan and the Demon Court." Su Chen's voice was steady but sounded with impact.

Di Jiang remained silent and did not refute.

Su Chen continued: "The Demon Court has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Array, and the Wu Clan has the Twelve Du Tian Shen Sha Array. Both clans have exhausted their foundations, and their strengths are on par. If the day of life-and-death struggle truly arrives, it will surely end in mutual destruction."

Di Jiang's voice was low: "For the sake of survival territory and the fortune of heaven and earth, this battle is unavoidable."

Su Chen shook his head.

"This is not a struggle for hegemony between two clans at all." Su Chen was blunt. "Someone is watching you from above. They have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

A terrifying baleful Qi erupted from Di Jiang's body.

"Are you talking about those so-called Sages?" Di Jiang looked at Su Chen and asked.

Su Chen shook his head slightly; the Sages were also just people in the game, and he could not say exactly who it was, as they still had the energy to pay attention to the Primordial land at this time.

"Heaven and earth have a great trend. During the Long-Han First Calamity, how powerful were the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, and what was their final outcome?" Su Chen's tone was calm. "The current Wu and Demon clans are just retracing the old path of those three clans. Both sides will suffer, both will fall, and they will be making wedding clothes for others."

Di Jiang's massive body shook slightly.

As the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Wu, he was in charge of the fate of the entire Wu Clan.

He had, of course, sensed the strangeness of the Primordial situation.

The Demon Clan occupied the Thirty-Three Heavens, and the Wu Clan ruled the Primordial land.

The fortune of the two clans was too great; this fortune suppressed the living space of other creatures in the Primordial World and also hindered the layouts of those high and mighty ones.

"The Demon Clan slaughtered the human race to refine the Wu-Slaughtering Sword, staining themselves with boundless karma. The Wu Clan needs Earthly Sha Qi to cultivate, shattering countless Primordial earth veins." Su Chen analyzed mercilessly. "Even without anyone pushing from behind, under the great trend of heaven, the Wu and Demon clans would surely have a battle, but perhaps there would be a winner. However, with intentional pushing, I believe there will be no winner for either clan."

Di Jiang put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky obscured by baleful Qi.

"Under the Heavenly Dao, we are all chess pieces." Di Jiang's voice carried a trace of sorrow and arrogance. "But chess pieces also have the power to overturn the chessboard; we cannot just sit and wait for death."

Su Chen looked at Di Jiang's reaction and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Talking to smart people is just easier.

"The arrow is on the string and must be fired." Di Jiang sighed. "My Wu Clan does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit and does not understand the numbers of heaven. But even if we know there is a dead end ahead, for the sake of the clan, we can only bite the bullet and walk on. If the Demon Clan is not destroyed, the Wu Clan will never have peace."

Su Chen nodded.

"The decisive battle is unavoidable." Su Chen stepped forward. "But you cannot bet your entire foundation."

Di Jiang turned to look at Su Chen.

"The Wu Clan must take precautions." Su Chen's voice raised by half a notch. "Select a batch of young clansmen with pure bloodlines and excellent talent. Do not let them participate in the war."

Di Jiang frowned.

"The sons of the Wu Clan would rather die in battle than live in cowardice." Di Jiang's voice turned cold. "Fleeing before the battle is a great shame."

Su Chen shook his head slightly, not agreeing with this concept.

"This is to preserve the fire!" Su Chen looked directly at Di Jiang. "If the entire army is wiped out, the Wu Clan will truly be erased from the Primordial World. Hide this group of people, retreat to the edge of the Netherworld Blood Sea, or to the deepest parts of this Mount Wuzhou. Do not fight to be the protagonists of heaven and earth, only seek the continuation of the bloodline."

Di Jiang fell into silence.

Inside the spatial barrier, there was only the faint friction of laws flowing.

Su Chen knew that this kind of talk of admitting defeat before the battle was very hard for Di Jiang to accept.

The Wu Clan fought heaven and earth and never retreated; asking them to plan a retreat before the battle completely went against their nature.

But this was the only glimmer of life.

The Netherworld Blood Sea was the territory of the Ming He Laozu and would be the location of the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the future; retreating there would allow them to avoid the center of the calamity.

Su Chen muttered to himself in his heart; if Di Jiang didn't agree after he had said all this, then he would be out of options.

"You risked the danger of staining yourself with massive karma to tell me these things." Di Jiang looked at Su Chen, his tone complex. "Just to repay the favor of protection for these five years?"

Su Chen faced him frankly.

"The Wu Clan treated me with sincerity, and I, Su Chen, must repay it with kindness." Su Chen's tone was firm. "This is all I can do."

Di Jiang took half a step back.

This leader of the Ancestral Wu, who looked down on the Primordial World and didn't even put the Sages in his eyes, cupped his hands and gave Su Chen a solemn half-bow.

Su Chen immediately stepped aside to avoid it.

"Ancestral Wu Di Jiang, you are shaming me."

"I have noted these words." Di Jiang straightened up. "No matter what the future holds, you, Su Chen, will always be a brother of my Wu Clan."

Di Jiang waved his hand, and the silver spatial barrier dissipated instantly.

The night wind blew over again, carrying a biting chill.

Su Chen cupped his hands in farewell and turned toward his residence.

He walked outside the Like Pangu Temple and looked up at the starry sky above Mount Wuzhou.

The great trend of heaven moves forward, and the wheels of history will not stop completely because of these few words of his.

But he believed that Di Jiang had listened.

As long as a seed of variables is left behind, there is still hope for the future.

He calmed his mind and felt the power of the seventh turn of the "Nine Turns of Chaos" within his body.

The inner worlds within the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints operated stably, and the grayish-white chaotic origin flowed endlessly through his meridians.

His current physical body did not fear the attacks of ordinary Semi-Sages.

But his Immortal cultivation had still not broken through; he had originally entered the Mount Wuzhou ruins to find the Chaos Bell, never expecting to accidentally arrive in the Primordial era.

In that era, he still had too much karma.

"Is there still a chance to go back now?" Su Chen did not know.

The night was deep, and Su Chen withdrew his wandering thoughts, preparing to push open the stone door of his residence.

A gentle yellow figure stood quietly in the moonlight not far away; it was the Ancestral Wu Hou Tu.

She had transformed into human form, wearing a simple linen dress.

Hou Tu looked at Su Chen, a trace of confusion in her clear eyes.

"Su Chen," Hou Tu said softly.

Su Chen turned around, somewhat surprised.

"Ancestral Wu Hou Tu, coming here late at night, what is your instruction?" Su Chen stopped.

Hou Tu walked closer slowly.

She looked at Su Chen, a trace of doubt in her voice.

"I have a confusion in my heart; can you solve it?"