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

The furnishings inside the Sanqing Hall are extremely simple.

The walls were bare, without any superfluous decorations, except for a few rune diagrams inscribed with the power of laws hanging on the walls.

In the center of the hall were six prayer cushions, and the Three Pure Ones each sat on three of them.

Sitting on the central futon was an old man with white hair and white eyebrows, whose body was surrounded by the continuous flow of Yin and Yang energies, and whose aura was as deep as an abyss. He was none other than Taiqing Laozi.

On the left sat a futon, a middle-aged Taoist with a dignified face and sharp eyes. A faint chaotic light flickered around him. He was none other than the Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

On the right sat a handsome young Taoist priest with sharp eyes, his body radiating a faint sword intent; he was none other than the Master of the Shangqing Tongtian Sect.

Dijiang took the lead in bowing, his voice steady and powerful: "Dijiang of the Wu Clan, along with my brothers Zhujiuyin and Panxuan, have taken the liberty of visiting you. Greetings to the three fellow Daoists."

Taiqing Laozi nodded slightly and gestured with his hand: "Fellow Daoists, you have come from afar, please have a seat."

His tone was calm, but not indifferent. The White Crane Boy brought over three prayer cushions and placed them opposite the three of them.

Pan Xuan and the other two took their seats in turn.

The moment he sat down, Dijiang's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

He sat facing the Three Pure Ones, only a few feet apart, and could clearly sense their presence.

At that moment, a strange sense of disgust suddenly welled up in his heart.

The disgust seemed to come out of nowhere, as if it were an instinctive reaction rooted deep in his blood, urging him to get away from the three people in front of him, or simply to punch them.

He had never had close contact with the Three Pure Ones, so he shouldn't have such strong negative emotions.

Before coming to Kunlun Mountain, he really didn't have a good impression of the Three Pure Ones.

However, that "lack of goodwill" was based on the premise that the Three Pure Ones looked down on the Wu tribe, and it was a rational judgment.

But this feeling of disgust is now completely beyond the control of reason.

He glanced at Zhu Jiuyin, only to meet Zhu Jiuyin's gaze.

They looked at each other for a moment and saw the same surprise in each other's eyes.

Zhu Jiuyin also sensed it.

That disgust, like the turbid, malevolent energy rising from a sea of ​​blood, surged up from the depths of their bloodline, attempting to cloud their minds.

But they were not ordinary ancestral witches after all.

Dijiang was the head of all the ancestral witches, and Zhujiuyin was the ancestral witch of time. The unwavering will of the two was among the most outstanding in the primordial world.

In the past, this feeling of disgust would have been fleeting, and they wouldn't have cared at all, simply thinking that they disliked the Three Pure Ones in the first place.

But Pan Xuan's words before they arrived had already planted a seed in their hearts.

Isn't this mutual exclusion a bit too deliberate?

With this thought in mind, they paid extra attention to their mental state.

At that moment, just as that feeling of disgust arose, the two of them simultaneously noticed its presence.

It certainly wasn't from my heart.

Dijiang murmured to himself. He tried to trace the root of that aversion, but found it to be like a rootless duckweed, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

When he tried to grab it, it receded like the tide.

Normally, he wouldn't have noticed this detail at all; he would have just thought that his emotions had fluctuated.

But now he knows there's something fishy going on.

Zhu Jiuyin's feelings were even clearer.

He is the Ancestral Witch of Time, and is most sensitive to fluctuations in the realm of laws.

The instant that feeling of disgust arose, he keenly sensed that his divine law trembled slightly within the Heavenly Dao.

Although the deity of law was maintaining the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons in the Heavenly Dao, and the connection between them was only so-so, he still managed to detect that tremor.

That was not a natural fluctuation, but a resonance caused by some external force at the level of the Heavenly Dao.

However, when they looked at Pan Xuan, they found that the strategist was as calm as ever, exchanging pleasantries with Taiqing Laozi in a gentle and peaceful tone, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Panxuan is unaffected.

This discovery further convinced Dijiang and Zhujiuyin of Panxuan's previous speculation.

Pan Xuan's righteous energy is transformed from the righteous energy of the Father God when creating the world. The Merit and Profound Yellow Dharma Form is a fusion of the merit of creation and the profound yellow energy of heaven and earth, making it impervious to all evil and untainted by all laws.

If that feeling of disgust was the work of some external force at the level of the Heavenly Dao, then Pan Xuan's unaffected state is the most direct evidence.

The situation is equally delicate at Sanqing.

When Dijiang and Zhujiuyin stepped into the Sanqing Hall, the disdain for the Wu tribe in Yuanshi Tianzun's heart surged up involuntarily.

He always valued orthodoxy above all else and never had a kind word for the Wu tribe, these brutes without primordial spirits.

But things are different today.

When Dijiang and Zhujiuyin sat down opposite him, the disdain in his heart suddenly became unusually strong, so strong that he himself felt something was wrong.

Although he looked down on the Wu Clan, he was, after all, a Quasi-Saint, and his profound cultivation was among the best in the prehistoric world.

Even if one has prejudices in their heart, it's not to the point of feeling such disgust upon seeing the other person.

This is going too far.

He frowned slightly, suppressing the nameless disgust, and carefully examined Dijiang and Zhujiuyin opposite him.

Dijiang sat with a steady and composed posture, his gaze deep and calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes were slightly closed, and his aura was as deep as an abyss, clearly indicating that there were two powerful individuals who were on par with him.

Why did he think they were "brutes"? Was it because they lacked a spiritual essence?

Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly felt that this reason was somewhat untenable.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's feelings were more direct than those of the Primordial Heavenly Lord.

He was the one who had the best feelings towards the Wu tribe.

When the Wu tribe in Zixiao Palace established the divine path, he was the only one among the Three Pure Ones who showed interest in the divine system.

Even so, when Dijiang and Zhujiuyin walked in, he still felt a faint sense of rejection.

The repulsion was very faint, like an echo from some extremely distant place. If he hadn't been clear-headed and had a pure sword heart, he would have hardly noticed it.

He subconsciously tried to sever that repulsion with his sword, only to find it like moonlight reflected in water—unbreakable yet intangible.

Interesting. A slight smile appeared on his lips, and his curiosity deepened.

Taiqing Laozi's reaction was the most restrained.

His expression remained unchanged throughout, with the yin and yang energies constantly shifting in his eyes, revealing no emotional fluctuations.

But the moment Dijiang and Zhujiuyin took their seats, his fingers, which were resting on his knees, twitched very slightly.

That was a habitual action he took when he was deep in thought.

He didn't speak, but quietly swept his gaze slowly over Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Panxuan.

He sensed an extremely subtle fluctuation of law in Dijiang and Zhujiuyin. The fluctuation seemed familiar, yet it did not belong to the inherent law system of the Wu Clan.

However, such fluctuations were completely absent in Pan Xuan.

The mutual repulsion between the Three Pure Ones and Emperor Jiang Zhu Jiuyin was something both sides were aware of, but neither of them spoke of it openly.

If I were to ask you directly during our first meeting whether you felt someone was secretly trying to sow discord between us, it would be too abrupt.

Dijiang spoke in a calm voice:

"Fellow Daoists, we have come here with a matter we wish to discuss with you."

The Wu tribe established the divine path to perfect the primordial order. The divine system is based on three pillars: the mountain god, the water god, and the sky god. The dragon, qilin, and phoenix tribes have joined in succession.

The divine way is now operating normally, and the shamanic tribe is developing steadily.

"I have come today to exchange ideas with you three fellow Daoists and explore the possibility of cooperation between the Divine Path and the Mystic Path."

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant; he neither begged for cooperation in a subservient manner nor offered opportunities in a condescending way.

They simply laid out the current situation of the Wu tribe and the purpose of their trip frankly.