Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

Zhu Rong was taken aback, then replied without hesitation:

"Why would we need the Great Formation of the Heavenly Gods and Demons to fight those two hairy beasts, Di Jun and Tai Yi!"

With all twelve of us at once, they were only two mid-stage Quasi-Saints, Kunpeng was at most half a Quasi-Saint, the Ten Demon Generals were just Daluo Golden Immortals, and the rest of the miscellaneous soldiers were not worth mentioning.

Even without the Heavenly Divine Fiend Formation, the twelve of us alone are enough to flatten the Sun Star!

"That's right." Pan Xuan nodded, his tone frank. "With the current strength of the Witch Clan, it's not impossible for them to take over the Heavenly Court."

Although Di Jun and Tai Yi have integrated all races, the demon race is newly established and has not yet been fully assimilated. Although the ten demon generals have submitted, their loyalty still needs time to be tested. Although dozens of races have submitted, there are still conflicts among them.

"If the Wu Clan launches a full-scale attack, even without the Great Heavenly Divine Array, the twelve Primordial Golden Immortals plus the numerous righteous gods of the divine system would not find it difficult to conquer the Sun Star."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze becoming profound: "But what happens after we conquer the Heavenly Court?"

Zhu Rong was taken aback again. He really hadn't thought about what would happen after he conquered the Heavenly Court.

Gonggong frowned slightly, seemingly pondering the deeper meaning of Pan Xuan's words. Xuanming looked coldly at Pan Xuan, waiting for him to continue.

Pan Xuan lowered his voice and became more serious: "The Heavenly Court of Emperor Jun and Taiyi is a pawn that Hongjun supported to restrain the Wu Clan."

This piece can be weakened, suppressed, but not uprooted.

Because Hongjun needed this chess piece to maintain the balance of the primordial world.

If we directly destroy the Heavenly Court, the demon race will certainly be wiped out, but the balance of power in the prehistoric world will also be completely broken.

At that time, Hongjun would have an excuse to make a move.

He acted under the guise of responding to a calamity, and no one could stop him.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over all the ancestral witches present, his tone becoming even more solemn:

"If Hongjun makes a move, the only thing we can rely on is the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation."

The twelve elder brothers and sisters, all deities of the law, formed a great array within the Heavenly Dao.

Summoning the phantom of the Father God to confront Hongjun's will is the Wu Clan's greatest trump card in their fight against Hongjun.

However, if this trump card is fully unleashed outside of the Heavenly Dao, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The power of the Father God's phantom is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth. If it were to collide head-on with Hongjun, the impact would affect the entire prehistoric world.

Mount Buzhou is the transformation of the spine of the Father God, and is the pillar supporting the sky.

If the pillar of heaven were to collapse, the primordial sky would crumble, the earth would crack, and countless lives would perish.

When our Wu tribe was founded, we swore an oath to the Great Dao to protect the primordial world and mend the Dao of Heaven. This oath was not empty talk.

If our great battle with Hongjun leads to the shattering of the primordial world, and the oath of the Great Dao backfires, the very foundation of the divine system will be shaken. Furthermore, the primordial world created by the Father God may also be torn apart.

A deathly silence fell over the hall.

Zhu Rong opened his mouth, and Nanming Li Huo unconsciously shrank back and forth until only a thin layer of red halo remained on his body.

It's not that he doesn't understand reason; he's just impatient, short-tempered, and does whatever comes to mind.

But Pan Xuan explained these words in great detail, peeling back the layers of what would happen "after the fall of Heaven" to show him.

First destroy the Heavenly Court, then lure Hongjun. When Hongjun makes his move, he will use the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation to fight back. When the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation is used at full power, the heavens and the earth will collapse and the earth will split.

When the heavens and earth collapse, the primordial world will be shattered. When the primordial world is shattered, the founding oath of the Wu tribe will become empty words, and the foundation of the divine system will collapse.

This chain of cause and effect was like a nine-layered chain, locking away his fighting spirit layer by layer.

Gonggong remained silent.

He sat on the stone platform, the surging of the weak water around him gradually slowing down, and a complex light flashed in his always gloomy eyes.

He wasn't afraid of war, but Pan Xuan's deductions were logically intricate, and he couldn't find any loopholes.

Xuanming leaned against the corner and said coldly, "That old bastard Hongjun, he's really good at scheming."

Although this sentence was brief, it expressed the deepest feelings in the hearts of all the ancestral witches present.

What makes Hongjun terrifying is not how strong he is, but that every move he makes leaves others with no choice.

By supporting the Heavenly Court, he was digging a pit for the Witch Clan.

If the Wu tribe does not attack the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Court will continue to grow stronger and erode the influence of the divine system.

If the Wu tribe attacks the Heavenly Court, Hongjun will have an excuse to intervene. Once Hongjun intervenes, the Wu tribe will have no choice but to use the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons to deal with it. The final result will be the destruction of the prehistoric world and the suffering of all living beings.

No matter which path they choose, the Wu tribe will pay a heavy price.

Pan Xuan nodded, his voice tinged with emotion: "Sister Xuanming is right, Hongjun's schemes are indeed profound."

However, he has a fatal weakness: he cannot make a direct attack.

His strategy could only be accomplished through chess pieces. Di Jun Taiyi was one chess piece, and Dong Wanggong and west Wangmu were another. Although these chess pieces were not weak, none of them were saints.

As long as Hongjun himself cannot intervene, the Wu Clan will have ample time to deal with the situation.

He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over all the ancestral witches present:

"So my opinion is that we should not fight now, but develop our race first."

The divine system has stabilized, the three races have joined, the Blood Sea cooperation has been achieved, and the divine network is spreading from Buzhou Mountain to the entire prehistoric world.

But the foundation of all this is the strength of the Wu Clan itself.

Without a sufficient number of clansmen and a powerful enough army, even the most exquisite divine system is nothing but a castle in the air.

Di Jun has countless demon soldiers in the Heavenly Court, so we will train countless witch warriors.

He has the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Formation, and we have the Du Tian Shen Sha Grand Formation.

He possesses the primordial purple aura, and we possess the divine laws and deities.

He unified all races, and we developed the Witch Clan. When the Witch Clan's numbers are large enough and their strength sufficient, even the mighty Heavenly Court will pose no threat.

Dijiang finally spoke.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the assembled ancestral shamans in the hall, his voice steady and powerful, delivering the final verdict:

"Brother Pan Xuan is right. Now is not the time to start a war."

The Heavenly Court ruled by Emperor Jun and Taiyi is a pawn of Hongjun. If we take the initiative to attack, we will fall into Hongjun's trap.

But Hongjun has his plans, and we have our own ways of dealing with them.

He has the Investiture of the Gods to unite all races, and we have the Blood Sea resources to cultivate our people.

He possesses the primordial purple aura, and we possess the divine laws and deities.

He'll wait, and so will we.

"When the Witch Clan is powerful enough, we will then have a final showdown with Hongjun."

Zhu Rong finally fell silent.

He sat back on the stone platform, the Southern Bright Fire around him had receded to only a thin layer, and although there was still some unwillingness on his face, his eyes were no longer as intense as before.

He wasn't stupid, just short-tempered. After Pan Xuan and Di Jiang explained the situation clearly and thoroughly, he understood that now was indeed not the best time to start a full-scale war.

Gonggong nodded slowly, without saying anything more.

The chill emanating from Xuanming dissipated slightly, and Qiangliang and Xizi also withdrew their lightning flashes.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually calmed down from tense and confrontational.

Seeing that the pro-war ancestral witches had calmed down, Pan Xuan returned to his seat and explained his plans one by one.

On the other side of the Blood Sea, Houtu and the Styx River agreed to set up a purification array as soon as possible to purify the turbid evil energy and filthy blood before transporting it to Buzhou Mountain.

It serves as a means for ordinary members of the clan to temper their physical bodies and fill the blood pool to nurture new members.

The training of troops for each of the twelve tribes must also be put on the agenda, and great shamans such as Xing Tian, ​​Hou Yi, and Kua Fu should be given special attention.

The operation of the divine positions on the three races' sides needs to be continuously monitored to ensure the stability of the foundation of the divine system.

Developing a race is not something that can be done overnight; it requires long-term planning and sustained efforts.

The twelve ancestral witches all nodded.