Chapter 1002

In the great formation space, hundreds of Wisdom God Clan formed groups of three or five, each forming their own small hill and scattering apart.

The Five Great God Clans each mobilized heavy troops to pursue Wu Tou; this matter had little to do with the Wisdom God Clan, just like the other hundreds of god clans just making up numbers, they only dispatched hundreds of Observers.

Given the nature of the Wisdom God Clan, they absolutely won't lift a finger for anything that brings no benefit.

The reason hundreds of clansmen are willing to descend is that, on one hand, they are pressured by orders from above; on the other hand, perhaps they have a chance to throw a few lucky punches and gain some advantage.

For example, using their innate illusion technique, they could steal a portion of the offerings, or something similar.

In total, 766 members of the Wisdom God Clan have descended; they are full of mutual contradictions, brimming with new and old grudges, each disliking the other, and even in past years they have stabbed each other, their subordinates having had bonds of life.

They could only rally two or three, three or four barely compatible 'companions', carefully forming small groups, leaning on each other for warmth, jointly facing the pressure and threats from so many clansmen.

Hundreds of people scattered about, each glancing at the other, looks flying like daggers; the small space filled with an indescribably gloomy, sinister aura of scheming.

Then, Miwu and Huanwu suddenly appeared.

Among the Wisdom God Clan, the two princes with the finest bloodline, highest status, greatest strength, and most outstanding scheming—those who have caused the most subordinates to stumble—have both appeared in the great formation.

"Yo, you're all having fun here?" Miwu chuckled.

"Why don't you act? What's the point of staring blankly here?" Huanwu said coldly: "Waiting cannot harm your enemies; actual action is required… Well, who will strike the first blow?"

The 766 Wisdom God Clan members simultaneously gave Huanwu a scornful glance.

Draw a blade?

Do you think we are those foolish, crude, barbaric, ferocious primitive unevolved Barbarian God Clan?

The elites of the Wisdom God Clan have always emphasized killing without spilling blood; they are accustomed to killing without any personal involvement, used to driving others to risk life and death while they reap the benefits from behind.

They would never draw a blade; among the Wisdom God Clan's divine artifacts, there are no swords or spears—only staffs or scepters, or scales or books, each imbued with the aura of wisdom, never showing a trace of sharpness.

Holding scornful thoughts, these Wisdom God Clan members bowed deeply to Miwu and Huanwu, thinking: "Your Highnesses, how did you end up here?"

A rather alluring maiden with about eighty percent beauty, her head of brilliant gold hair like burning gold, her whole body exuding charm, lifted her head and anxiously said to Miwu and Huanwu: "This place is too dangerous; how did Your Highnesses come here?"

Another maiden, her eyes as clear and ethereal as green glaze, her silver hair flying, with flickering silver glints, rushed out of the crowd, even more urgently than the golden-haired maiden, saying: "Your Highnesses, do you know we are in danger and have come specially to rescue us?"

Among the crowd, the few Wisdom God Clan maidens each had tears in their eyes, hands covering their chests, unanimously gazing at Miwu and Huanwu with heartfelt emotion: "Truly benevolent and loving Highnesses… we are so moved."

Miwu and Huanwu paid no heed to this.

This bunch of sly, treacherous little bitches—who would believe Wisdom God Clan women could sincerely care for and be grateful to people? Heh, it's undoubtedly like placing one's arm under the fangs of a deadly poisonous snake; they will eagerly give you a harsh lesson.

Even within the Wisdom God Clan, the powerful high-ranking members with sufficient authority and strength would rather marry the goddesses of the Light God Clan and Ice Spirit God Clan; unless forced, they absolutely would not intermarry within the Wisdom God Clan.

Let that sly, treacherous, greedy, evil group of Wisdom God Clan women wreak havoc on those damned simpletons.

Marrying them truly means you must sleep with one eye open at night, always wary that a poisoned dagger might stab your heart… The reputation of Wisdom God Clan women among the great god clans is quite… remarkable.

Many acknowledge they could make decent lovers, but who would dare make them a housewife? That's like dancing with a poisonous snake, the most terrifying thing in the world.

In some weak god clans, when they must ally through marriage with the Wisdom God Clan to gain its protection, their princes decide the marriage quotas by drawing lots—whoever draws the unlucky ticket inevitably weeps bitterly, as if heading to the execution ground.

So, Wisdom God Clan women… Miwu and Huanwu coldly smirked inside—we have long seen through your true nature.

Enough small talk.

"Alright, don't waste time; let's discuss the serious matter." Waves of strange divine power rippled from Miwu's body.

The Wisdom God Clan members present each had their eyes light up, simultaneously fixing their gaze on Miwu and Huanwu.

"How amazing! Even the Heavenly Crystal God Clan only discovered that it is the true form of a Prince Wu Tou operating abroad." A black-haired maiden, in the tune of an opera aria, suddenly exclaimed: "Your Highnesses, even your true forms are abroad!"

Huanwu smiled faintly: "To us who possess supreme wisdom, this is merely a small trick, not a big deal… Well, well, let's get to the point… You, split into two factions and pledge allegiance to us."

Miwu added: "Not that hollow, insincere oath of allegiance, but the kind where you completely entrust your life and death to us, letting us fully control your fate."

Huanwu lifted his gaze to the pale white clouds above.

Thick clouds blocked the sky, hiding the sun, moon, and stars, making it impossible to tell time from celestial signs. Huanwu merely made that gesture, then impatiently said: "Hurry up, we're pressed for time."

The smiles of the 766 Wisdom God Clan members simultaneously faded.

They can each day utter ten thousand of the most vicious oaths, swearing allegiance to ten thousand different targets.

Anyway, oaths bind the Wisdom God Clan not at all; their innate divine abilities and the miraculous power in their blood let them perfectly evade even the most vicious oaths.

Even a blood oath of soul and spirit binds them not at all.

Only one kind, only one method, can completely control their life and death, leaving them no choice but to devote themselves to a certain person.

That is a secret technique passed down in the Wisdom God Clan's bloodline, the sole bloodline shackle in heaven and earth that works on them.

But… how to make these Wisdom God Clan members, whose hearts are 'free' and extremely 'self‑indulgent', utterly pledge allegiance to someone, entrusting them their very lives and possessions?

Just moments ago, those maidens gazing dreamily at Miwu and Huanwu with soft faces suddenly let out a cold scoff: "Perhaps Your Highnesses are overthinking things?"

The golden‑haired maiden who was the first to step forward and express thanks to Miwu and Huanwu raised her arms and shouted: "No one can bind the freedom of the Wisdom God bloodline… even if he is the Son of the God King, brothers and sisters, let us join hands—we…"

Miwu raised the Wisdom Staff.

He heavily struck the void with the Wisdom Staff; immense formation power surged into Miwu's body within the great formation, waves of terrifying divine power rippled out, and the 766 Wisdom God Clan members all vomited blood, their bodies cracking with countless bone‑shattering sounds as they screamed and collapsed to the ground.

"Great wisdom above!" the Wisdom God Clan all cried out in disbelief.

Bright, sparkling Dao Seals condensed above the heads of Miwu and Huanwu.

"We are already god‑kings…" Huanwu smiled restrainedly, then took out another supremely powerful artifact placed by the Wisdom God Clan at the observation outpost: a light‑silver book six chi long, three chi wide, and eight cun thick.

"This is the Book of Exposition, you certainly know its wonderful use." Huanwu said calmly: "Those who disobey, go die—I will gladly imprint all your power, all your knowledge, into the Book of Exposition……"

"We, we're short on time." Miwu laughed brightly: "We have no time to play those petty games with you… A great being told us that to deal with you lowly worms of the Wisdom God Clan, we must use the most direct and brutal means."

"Whoever refuses to submit, we'll just beat them to death—simple, right?" Miwu laughed, showing both rows of big teeth.

"Your noble Highness, I wish to offer you everything—my body, my soul, my loyalty…" The silver‑haired girl who had just spoken rushed forward, fervently shouting at Miwu and Huanwu: "But both of your Highnesses are so wise and great—whom should I choose?"

Miwu and Huanwu both snorted coldly, they raised their hands and waved, two massive streams of divine power slammed into the silver‑haired girl's body, instantly twisting her all over, collapsing like a lump of rotten meat onto the ground.

"Sowing discord, such a low‑class trick—don't show it off in front of us." Huanwu sneered: "I and Miwu both serve the same great being; under that great being's all‑knowing gaze, there can be no conflict between us."

The Wisdom God Clan present all held their breath.

In the observation outpost, the two princes of the Wisdom God Clan with the highest status and finest bloodline have both pledged allegiance to a certain "great being"?

Capable of being called great by them.

Especially since they have each condensed a Dao Seal, becoming existences of God King level.

So, that 'Great' existence……

The people of the Wisdom God Clan have the most twisted and vicious dispositions, yet they also know best when to advance or retreat, and know best how to preserve themselves.

Seven hundred sixty-six clansmen, including the silver-haired girl who was almost beaten to a pulp, all knelt on the ground and paid homage to Mist and Phantom Mist. Then they each opened their souls, trembling, condensed a thread of bloodline power, and poured it into their souls.

Not long after, the seven hundred sixty-six clansmen who had descended with the Wisdom God Clan became die-hard subordinates of Mist and Phantom Mist, or rather, slaves whose lives and deaths were controlled by them.

The grand formation writhed, and hundreds of the Wisdom God Clan's clansmen were silently shifted to another grand formation space.

In this space tens of li wide and long gathered a dozen or so clansmen of the Soy Sauce God Clan, totaling only four or five thousand people.

These god clans also have friction and contradictions among themselves, but it hasn't reached the point of irreconcilable enmity, and moreover they are internally very united, lacking the Wisdom God Clan's myriad messy affairs.

A dozen or so god clans each formed their own systems, kept far apart from each other, then racked their brains and used every means to try to solve the great formation before them.

However, in the way of formations, they are obviously far inferior to the Heavenly Crystal God Clan's exquisite mastery.

A crowd of them tossed and turned for a long time, but achieved nothing.

Gradually they became a bit irritable and restless, gradually their breaths grew flighty, gradually they began to find everyone displeasing.

Wisps of subtle qi permeated the entire formation space; the gazes of those four or five thousand god clansmen gradually grew dazed and wandering, and before their eyes strange illusions began to appear.

A tall, slender man born with six arms, his body as hard as black iron and his lines as stiff as a statue, suddenly let out a low growl: 'Ya Zha, I remember now—last time I led people to storm my fiancée's boudoir… the one who escaped through the window was you!'

The six-armed man howled in anger, waving six strangely shaped curved longswords, and charged at a neighboring god clan—a burly man whose body was mottled like a tree trunk and whose head was crowned with lush branches.

That burly man's eyes were a haze of wavering confusion, and he roared: 'Indeed, it was I who dallied with your fiancée… can you bite me? Yah-ha, offspring of the Evergreen God, I have never feared any challenge.'

With a great shout, that burly man shuddered and instantly transformed from a tree-trunk form into a three-headed giant bear beast, exhaling poisonous gales and wind, his claws trailing lightning as he lunged at the six-armed sturdy man.

When the two moved, the two or three hundred clansmen around them also sprang into action, quickly killing each other in a melee.

Inside the space, the clansmen of the other dozen or so god clans also sprang up, shouting about some trivial old grudges, hacking at each other as if avenging their fathers.

In just a quarter of an hour, these god clans were all severely wounded, collapsing in a disordered heap on the ground.

Mist drifted into view from the air, smiling while holding the Wisdom Staff, his Wisdom Staff stained with the blood of those god clans, then he lightly tapped it on their foreheads: 'You brainless lot, you need the guidance of a master possessing supreme wisdom so that your power can be brought to its fullest perfection.'

"Hehehe, become slaves of wisdom, and you will bask in the light of wisdom, thereafter living a carefree, healthy and happy life."

Thousands of spirits stared blankly at Mist, then struggled to their feet and knelt before him.

The Wisdom Staff in Mist's hand flickered with a phantasmal light; the spirits' eyes were a murky haze, but soon suddenly became clear and lively, shining bright with an eerie, gloomy radiance.

Thick streams of innate azure wood vital energy surged from the grand formation, swiftly pouring into the bodies of the heavily wounded spirits, rapidly repairing their injuries.

Soon the spirits' injuries were mostly healed; they closely followed Mist, Phantom Mist, and the other Wisdom God Clan members, breaking through the thick azure‑white clouds and stepping into another formation space.

Here, too, thousands of descended spirits gathered, and the same thing happened again.