Chapter 337

337. Chapter 337: Shura Tribe, the Three Pure Ones Enter the Primordial Wasteland

In East Kunlun, the Three Pure Ones were now deep in thought; since Nüwa entered sainthood, they have been contemplating how to prove the Dao.

Just as the three were lost in thought, the sound of the Great Dao arose in the sky; it was heard coming from the Sea of Blood, and Minghe's aura was unobstructed.

"Heavenly Dao above, today I, Minghe, in the Sea of Blood, have founded the Shura Tribe to add light to the human Dao of the Primordial Wasteland; I hope heaven and earth will bear witness."

Its voice rang out loudly, spreading throughout the heavens; Qi and the others were drawn to look, and they saw several golden clouds appear in the sky, trembling and towering, truly shabby.

Qi, Taiyi, and the others almost laughed out loud at this, then immediately turned their gaze to the Shura Tribe he had created, only to find that the Shura Tribe was indeed extraordinary.

The males are called Shura; they are tall and mighty, with ordinary looks—not handsome, but far from ugly.

However, their appearance is somewhat ferocious, looking overly vicious, genuinely unpleasant; after all, appearance reflects the heart, so such looks reveal their nature.

The females are called Rakshasa; they are extraordinarily beautiful, with slender waists, not seeming weak, wearing revealing clothes that expose their shoulders.

Yet their eyes betray malice; though their looks are pleasing, they are like serpents and scorpions, making one feel dread upon seeing them.

Qi laughed: "This Minghe, since he intends to create a race to earn heavenly merit, doesn't even think to use good materials."

"Regarding the method of creating rebirth, he is so stingy—no wonder heaven and earth only reward such things."

"The water of the Sea of Blood is the most filthy and vicious thing in the Primordial Wasteland heaven and earth, gathering the mixed qi of all beings, all resentful thoughts, the place where wandering spirits go."

"He actually used this filthy substance, combined with the gathered resentful spirits of beings, to create a race; I don't know whether to praise his superb methods or his wondrous ideas."

"Those beings created relying on it will inevitably be affected, fond of slaughter—truly born evil spawn; yet they still receive merit, which can only be called his fortune."

Qi could hardly hide his smile; Minghe truly is a heaven‑born genius, and Qi even felt that if Nüwa were to create a race with Sea of Blood water, she probably could not achieve this.

Taiyi didn't even drink what was in his cup, then opened his mouth to praise:

"Minghe Daoist friend truly has great talent; I see that the race he created indeed has some unique qualities—it is naturally elite troops."

"They need no extensive training; with just a little drill they become the finest soldiers in the world, not inferior to those great clans nowadays."

"Just looking at their appearance, they may have a somewhat untamed wildness, but if military discipline is not demanded highly, they are indeed excellent."

"They are born to love killing and fighting, unafraid of death, even excited by slaughter; Qi, you say if I were to draft a batch from them, specially train them for war, how would that be?"

Qi carefully looked at those Shura people, nodded in affirmation, and said: "They are certainly not bad as good soldiers; if so, in the great calamity they will surely achieve great deeds."

"They are hard to control in peacetime, but in a stalemated great war, having such a group join would surely have the effect of a surprise force."

"Moreover, given Minghe Daoist friend's nature, he would probably be pleased to see this, and might even discuss selling them at a high price, tribe and all."

Just as the two were happily discussing, a voice came from outside the hall: "If you think that, you are underestimating Minghe Daoist friend; in my view, he will likely sign an agreement with the Heavenly Court, detailing how many troops each epoch will send in exchange for how many spiritual objects."

"Although Minghe Daoist friend does not value these races he created, he would not engage in exhausting the pond to fish."

"If he merely puts in a little effort, each epoch will likely have considerable income; with a bit of daily management, it becomes an inexhaustible resource."

"Or he could contract them out for war; after all, the Sea of Blood is usually idle, treating the Shura Tribe as war consumables would also be making full use of things for Minghe Daoist friend."

Qi and Taiyi looked at the newcomer with utter shock; it was none other than Fuxi and Di Jun, and the speaker was the ever‑gentle Fuxi himself.

Qi sighed softly:

"I thought selling the whole race outright was already the most wicked act imaginable; I never expected there to be something even more inhumane here."

"I don't know whether I am too kind, or you and Minghe Daoist friend are truly this dark, or whether the atmosphere of the Primordial Wasteland is like this."

Fuxi instantly laughed and scolded: "You and Taiyi were drinking in private without greeting us; that would have been fine, but now that we have come of our own accord, you still hit us with this yin‑yang nonsense—Et, your feelings have grown thin."

Fuxi and Di Jun took their seats and began to discuss in detail whether to recruit a batch of Shura Tribe for warfare; Qi and Taiyi also joined, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Meanwhile, the Three Pure Ones on East Kunlun were not feeling so wonderful; Minghe's actions undoubtedly showed the gods who aspire to sainthood that the path of creating humans to attain sagehood is no longer viable.

With the Shura Tribe's perfection, few in the Primordial Wasteland can match it, yet they have received only a sprinkling of merit; if the Three Pure Ones were to imitate them, they would likely only invite ridicule.

"Who would have thought that Minghe Daoist friend, famed for the Dao of Killing, would also attain such accomplishment in the Dao of Creation; in the Primordial Wasteland, those who can rival him in both are few enough to count on one's fingers."

Lingbao Daoist hesitated a moment, then admitted:

"Speaking solely of the Dao of Creation, I am inferior; at least, using Sea of Blood water as a base, I cannot produce such perfect beings."

Yuanshi Daoist also spoke: "Since this way is blocked, we ought to reconsider; if the sage's path could be easily copied, that would be a false claim."

"But now Nüwa Daoist friend has already accomplished merit, proved the Great Dao, and attained the honor of sagehood; we too must strive and not fall behind others."

Daode Daoist pondered, then said: "Since Nüwa Daoist friend could, by the merit of creating humanity, enter sainthood transcendent, this naturally shows there is something unique in the Primordial Wasteland."

"Perhaps it hides a sage's opportunity; even if it has nothing to do with us, we should go there, observe carefully, and maybe we can draw analogies that would benefit us."

Yuanshi Daoist hesitated slightly, then nodded and said: "Since elder brother feels that way, perhaps the human race also has some special significance; we might as well go to the human realm to see if we can encounter an opportunity."

Daode Daoist stroked his long beard and softly said:

"Good."

Lingbao Daoist, however, waved his hand, not accepting their words, and refuted:

"The Dao of the sage—how could it be borrowed through another's hand? Even if there is no hidden opportunity, even if there truly were, the cause and effect of attaining the Dao are immense; how could one ever repay it later?"

"Since Nüwa Daoist friend can walk in the Primordial Wasteland, glimpse the mysteries of the human Dao, and create humanity, we too could not fail to do the same."

"To travel the whole Primordial Wasteland continent, to witness the three Dao of heaven, earth, and humanity, and not stop there—though the path of the Great Dao may allow companions, one must ultimately walk it alone."

Yuanshi Daoist frowned, about to scold, but then restrained himself, merely letting out a long sigh and falling silent. Daode Daoist then spoke in praise:

"Third brother, to have such spirit is naturally excellent; your words also contain reason—the Great Dao is utterly simple, yet we have been clever."

"Third brother's words, on the contrary, make me feel ashamed; after observing the human race first, I too should traverse the Red Wasteland to study the way of all beings."

The Three Pure Ones exchanged glances, returned courtesies, then parted from East Kunlun, each heading toward their goal.

Daode Daoist and Yuanshi Daoist went to the place where the human race dwells, wishing to visit the human ancestral temple to observe its unique qualities.

Lingbao Daoist, taking East Kunlun as his center, began to wander along the East Great Road without purpose, merely hoping to see real beings.

It also does not avoid the human race; it simply depends entirely on fate, whether meeting or not is entirely up to heaven's will.

At this time, the three persons: the Morality Daoist appears like an old man, the Primordial Beginning Daoist appears like a middle-aged strong person, the Numinous Treasure Daoist appears like a youth.

Wherever the three went, purple vapor rose and surged, a scene of immortals.

And at this time, above Xifang Dalu, Jieyin and Zhunti also walked upon it; wherever they passed, the sound of the Great Dao never ceased, their dignified and solemn bearing, carrying out the work of teaching and transforming all beings.

They even often went to the Wu Clan's tribes, continually advising the tribe's people, hoping they would treat all beings equally and no longer engage in enslavement.

Moreover, not only that, they even taught the Wu Clan people, transmitting the meanings and ideas of the scriptures, and teaching them farming and livelihood.

They mediated conflicts between tribes and between people, their words had basis, they acted according to reason, and taught benevolence.

Thus, what they transmitted in the Wu Clan tribes, although the Wu Clan people could not cultivate, they still greatly trusted them, considering them to be people of merit.

Many also followed them specifically to cultivate, not practicing the Great Dao's method, but studying the scriptures' principles and emulating their conduct.

This method was quite effective; although most Wu Clan people remained barbaric, they at least came to know some principles.

Even many tribes decided to release the slaves they had enslaved, giving them some plots of land, collecting taxes like the Heavenly Court, and no longer resorting to coercion.

Although those Wu people still continued to treat these people as blood food, at least in name those people gained some freedom.

Jieyin Zhunti had no objection to this, after all, among the myriad tribes, mutual consumption is a common phenomenon; when hungry one must eat, which is also heavenly principle.

When the myriad tribes devour the Wu Clan, they do not intervene; now that the Wu Clan devours the myriad tribes, they naturally will not participate either.

If one were to stop one side, they should also compensate the other; facing the weak deer with compassion, facing the fierce lion and tiger they should also be impartial.

In Jieyin Zhunti's view, their actions are actually no different; killing for food is heavenly principle, in accord with the Heavenly Dao, so they naturally will not interfere further.

What Jieyin Zhunti oppose is unequal slavery, killing to satisfy one's own preferences.

They oppose unnecessary desires, feeling they need to restrain them, not to defy heavenly principle and nature, so as to make them eliminate all desire.

Precisely because of Jieyin Zhunti's such conduct, many Wu Clan people argued about them, one side deeming them hypocritical, the other side regarding them as a person of great virtue.

However, in the Wu Clan's general atmosphere, they mostly disliked Jieyin Zhunti, refusing to let them enter their own tribes.

Jieyin Zhunti did not take offense at this, but continued to strive, wanting to eliminate the barriers between the western tribes and the Wu Clan.

In Jieyin Zhunti's view, previously they two supported opposing the Wu Clan because at that time the Wu Clan was excessively violent, enslaving the western tribes without restraint.

In their conduct, they completely did not regard the western tribes as human, which Jieyin Zhunti could not tolerate, so they opposed the Wu Clan.

Now the Wu Clan, restricted by the Heavenly Court, has become much more peaceful in words and deeds, thus making education possible.

Thus they naturally must strive for this, eliminating the barriers between them, so that Xifang Dalu may return to tranquility.

In the future, after the Wu Clan no longer has the Heavenly Court's restrictions, they can still peacefully and equally coexist with all tribes, no longer regarding the Wu Clan as an exception.

This is why Jieyin Zhunti strives, and also why they can cause some ripples within the Wu Clan tribes.

The Twelve Ancestral Wu simply let it be; since the other side is willing to try to accept, they naturally will not interfere recklessly.

They harbor the ambition to become the hegemon of the Wasteland, which necessitates merging with the myriad tribes of the Wasteland; Jieyin Zhunti's conduct is also something the Twelve Ancestral Wu are pleased to see.

Jieyin Zhunti saw hope, thus they pressed forward all the more; although Nüwa's attaining sagehood greatly stimulated them, compared to being able to make Xifang Dalu stronger, achieving sagehood later, Jieyin Zhunti also found it acceptable.

In the Sea of Blood, Minghe gazed at the Asura clan he had created, feeling quite dissatisfied; the Heavenly Dao only bestowed this little merit, undoubtedly indicating that the Asura clan is actually of little use to the Wasteland.

Although Minghe also knows that, as the Sea of Blood is the source, the Asura clan fond of killing may indeed be of little use, the Heavenly Dao's stinginess still makes him displeased.

With a casual point of his finger, Minghe appointed the first Asura he created as the Asura King, then paid no heed to them, letting them live and die on their own in the Sea of Blood.

After these Asuras and Rakshasas departed, Minghe then rather anxiously said:

"With just this bit of merit, I have wasted so much of my Sea of Blood's origin in vain; with this effort, I might as well refine more Blood God Sons."

"At least Blood God Sons can serve as my external incarnations, useful for preserving my life at critical moments; what use is this Asura clan?"

"No, wasting this much time and consuming so many resources, I need to think of a way to recover the cost."

"Otherwise, in the long run, would I not become a great benefactor, cheaply benefiting the Wasteland Heavenly Dao, letting Qi Bai obtain a clan?"

"Since the Asuras enjoy killing, why not send them to the Wasteland to be hired by the various tribes for war?"

"I can then extract some resources from them to compensate my losses; if continued long-term, I might even gain some profit."

"Such useful consumables, the Wasteland tribes should certainly be able to accept; as for the price, that still needs further consideration, but we must not cheapen it for them."

PS: AI generated a few Rakshasa images and placed them in the comments; if anyone has better ones, feel free to post them. (End of chapter)