Chapter 121

【You naturally don't know, your spur-of-the-moment plan actually stirred up endless variables in the Primordial Wasteland, and even the three tribes were almost swept away by the waves you kicked up, ascending to heaven right there.】

【At this moment, you are frantically busy with another major matter……】

Southern Wasteland, a small volcano.

Jiao Ming, who had self-proclaimed himself as the "Old Ancestor", is now actually feeling a bit panicked:

"Ga-ga-ga!"

"Ow-ow-ow!"

"Chief, it's not that we aren't trying, but……"

And myself…… my steps seem a bit too big, I only cared about having fun, while things like civil order were completely not popularized……

But Zhao Si never expected the three tribes to become this inept, and Jiao Ming, that half-baked old ancestor, hasn't even really started operating yet, and the three tribes are already about to score a GG!

"Just because we rushed to awaken the savage beasts, the three tribes can't hold up?"

"Why make our own slaves go to die?"

Honestly speaking, the quality of the three tribes' war is even worse than the petty soldiers' brawl in the Eastern Wasteland battle……

Moreover, these slaves cannot die at our own hands; they can only be killed by others, otherwise the benefit disappears.

The answer can only be that dying brings benefit; for the three ancestors, it seems the more their own slaves die, the better……

Everyone eagerly offered suggestions to Ancestor Phoenix, proposing many genuinely feasible ideas.

Hongjun and the three ancestors are both innately divine, yet the three ancestors want to be a head above Hongjun; this can certainly be explained by talent and comprehension, but the gap is arguably too large—one Ancestor Phoenix could at least take on three Hongjun……

Taking the small volcano as the center, looking around, these four directions are indeed bustling; all kinds of birds and beasts, scaled aquatic creatures, upon gaining this ineffable wisdom, instantly jumped for joy, chickens flying and dogs leaping, the scene utterly chaotic.

Our own slaves can die at will, but others' slaves—those cannot just be killed……

"It seems…… a bit off……"

"Chief, I didn't snatch them……"

But Ancestor Phoenix didn't adopt a single one, merely waved its wings to scatter the birds, and alone squatted at the volcano's crater, dazedly pondering birdlife:

To it, slaves are not merely tools for enslavement; they are also essential consumables needed for it to reach a higher realm.

"Exactly, Chief!"

The Qing Luan, also a second-generation phoenix lineage, began to comfort it:

"Besides, the slaves don't all have to be awakened by us ourselves? We can capture those already awakened and use them as slaves—it's the same……"

【Under your reckless awakening of intelligence, the Primordial Wasteland finally ushered in a new era where all things have spirits, yet due to your inaction, the civilizational fire matching that spirit has long failed to ignite……】

"It's all over."

……

Without intelligence, as savage beasts they couldn't cause much trouble either way, but once intelligent, they were like newborn babies—whatever they saw seemed novel.

【In the absence of order, sentient beings will merely follow the instinct of "the weak are meat, the strong eat," needing no instruction from Ancestor Phoenix and its ilk; slavery naturally arises……】

……

【An era of great chaos and great darkness has descended!】

"Chief, that won't really work……"

The slave system passed down by Ancestor Phoenix back then, in his view, is purely harmful; after all, it enslaved myriad spirits with blood and tears and white bones strewn across the Primordial Wasteland, truly infuriating to the extreme!

So, Jiao Ming never even considered implementing a slave system from the start; being simple-minded, he only thought everyone being free and at ease would suffice, right?

Therefore, Zhao Si can basically confirm one thing:

"Although I still don't grasp the inner principle, at least the logic makes sense: these three old ancestors have the bloodline slaves die in various ways precisely because their deaths help the ancestors boost their cultivation!"

"Unless……"

"Unless the slaughter brings benefit!"

Ancestor Phoenix muttered to itself:

Ancestor Phoenix: ……

【Not only can you not control it, but even the three ancestors are helpless; facing you, who suddenly jumped out to snatch their rice bowl, the three ancestors secretly cursed your ancestors eighteen generations over, yet aside from mutually involuting with you and competing in awakening efficiency, they can do nothing else, not even daring to slaughter……】

"Couldn't we just start a slaughter outright? Anyway, the three ancestors are each Great Luo Golden Immortals; if they really moved to slaughter, the myriad spirits awakened by Jiao Ming would have absolutely no capacity to resist."

"But now……"

There are also language and writing to facilitate communication, ethics and morals to maintain order, and laws and so on.

"?"

【……】

These several abnormal doubts all point to a key point:

Ancestor Phoenix's face grim, it asked its second-generation phoenix offspring dryly amid their unease:

"How are the results?"

【This era is no longer the stage of the three tribes; it belongs to the tumultuous myriad spirits, with war, slavery, and death as its themes, hence called the "Primeval Chaotic War"!】

【You ushered in a brand-new era, yet failed to seize it in time, and instead let the age develop barbarically, causing the myriad spirits to suffer ordeals even more miserable than being enslaved by the three tribes……】

"What on earth is this theory?"

Zhao Si couldn't help recalling several doubts from the previous round of simulation:

Why did the early and middle phases of the three tribes' war remain confined to the lower-middle strata?

Why, though the three ancestors clearly possessed the strength to decide victory, did they hesitate to enter the fray?

Why, when Luo Hu has already begun slaughtering the three tribes, do the three old ancestors still refuse to cease fire, instead intensifying the war's ferocity and forcing slaves who no longer wish to fight to keep going to their deaths?

The more Zhao Si thought, the harder it was to comprehend the three ancestors' train of thought.

"The three tribes…… so weak?"

【In order to contend for resources and satisfy desires, the strong will oppress the weak, and the weak will brandish their knives at the even weaker.】

The situation has already completely slipped beyond your control; the second-generation myriad spirits you awakened have long since spread with exponential efficiency across the wilderness.

What exactly is the benefit?

Chief...

But after truly experiencing this scalp‑tingling chaos firsthand, Jiao Ming suddenly began to doubt himself:

This... seems no better than slavery...

Southern Wilderness, the great volcano.

Chirp chirp chirp...

And the strength of these 'infants' happens to be just about this big...

It suddenly didn't want to listen anymore; despair filled its heart:

As one of the second‑generation leaders, the Vermilion Bird suddenly plucked up courage to comfort the Ancestor Phoenix:

Chief, why worry? They're just slaves; at worst we simply won't take them.

Exactly!

It shouldn't be a big problem… right?

Thus this little volcano turned into a kindergarten class—no organization, no discipline, not even a shred of educational quality; it was literally a bunch of wild children!

Jiao Ming had only been awakening them; he hadn't yet thought about educating them. Now this chaotic mess met his eyes everywhere, making him feel two‑headed, and an uneasy premonition rose in his heart:

Originally he had expected that, by continuing this awakening, Jiao Ming might be able to restrain or even stop the future war of the three tribes.

At least under slavery, the myriad spirits would be organized and wouldn't be as chaotic as they are now.

So the Three Ancestors would rather bury themselves in internal competition than dare to employ this outside‑the‑box tactic…

Thus, with the three tribe ancestors not taking the field, Jiao Ming could completely use the myriad spirits he awakened to stop the war of the three tribes.

Taking the battle that Jin Bing and Di Jiang fought in the Eastern Wilderness as a comparison, back then, aside from nearly three hundred Great Luo Golden Immortals, the remaining 1.4 million troops were on average peak Mysterious Immortals, with plenty of Golden Immortals and Taiyi as well.

After all, only in the late stage of the war did the Three Ancestors personally take the field to slaughter; otherwise, most of the time the three‑tribe war was just fighting by mid‑ and low‑rank slaves, whose cultivation ranged from True Immortal to Mysterious Immortal, so the war's quality was truly low.

Ah! I say we just kill them all off; once only beasts remain, we can awaken them ourselves!

The Phoenix offspring exchanged glances, but dared not conceal the information; they had no choice but to report it one by one, steeling themselves.

This is a terrifying matter, for disordered intelligence will not bring any benefit to the myriad spirits; instead it will fuel the rampage of savagery!

And amid this wilderness chaos, the original protagonists of the era, the Primordial Three Tribes, are now even more tempest‑tossed!

For now, this theory need not be understood; Zhao Si only needs to know that the reason the Three Ancestors dare not slaughter Jiao Ming's 'descendants' is precisely this baffling theory:

It seems that once they slaughter Jiao Ming's 'descendants', it will bring him some kind of benefit.

Moreover, back then the Ancestor Phoenix didn't just institute slavery; while doing so it also fabricated the 'Bird God Opens Heaven' myth to unite hearts and establish a power system centered on itself.

Zhao Si frowned and analyzed carefully:

If we look at the previous round of simulation, the so‑called benefit probably shows up in cultivation level.

Which damned bastard is this!

Zhao Si scratched his head:

Zhao Si, who had been watching the screen all along, was now completely bewildered:

Now it's just a matter of when Jiao Ming will realize this principle…

(End of chapter)