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

Upon hearing this, Dijiang nodded slightly.

He had been in charge of the Wu tribe for many years and knew that the biggest weakness of the Wu tribe was the growth rate of ordinary people.

The twelve ancestral witches were born powerful and had opportunities to continuously break through their limits; Xing Tian, ​​Hou Yi, Kua Fu and other great witches each had their own talents and their cultivation steadily improved.

However, the vast majority of ordinary witches, although their physical bodies are naturally stronger than those of other races, cannot improve their cultivation speed because they lack a primordial spirit.

They could only rely on the naturally dissipating baleful energy in the blood pool and the aura of the Father God in the Pangu Palace to slowly temper their physical bodies, resulting in limited progress.

If the turbid and malevolent energy in the Blood Sea could be utilized, the situation would be very different.

But Pan Xuan changed the subject, his expression becoming more serious:

"However, the turbid evil energy in the sea of ​​blood cannot be directly absorbed."

That sea of ​​blood was formed by the tainted blood of the Father God and the tainted blood of three thousand chaotic demon gods, and the evil energy contained within it was extremely mixed.

It contains resentment, death, demonic energy, and karma; all sorts of filth intertwine to form an incomparably complex and turbid evil.

If ordinary witches were to absorb it directly, at best their physical bodies would be corrupted by filth, and at worst their minds would be tainted by resentment, leading to demonic possession.

Therefore, it must first be purified with the chaotic light of the Twenty-Four Petal Creation Lotus, stripping away its filth and impurities, leaving only the purest malevolent energy, before the clansmen can safely absorb it.

Zhu Rong suddenly realized, "So that's it! I knew the evil aura of that sea of ​​blood smelled off; it had a more pungent, fishy odor than the evil aura beneath Buzhou Mountain!"

Gonggong nodded and said, "Brother Panxuan is right. After all, the Blood Sea is formed from the father god's tainted blood, not a place where pure evil energy gathers."

While its power is formidable, it is mixed with too many impure elements. Only through the purification of the Green Lotus can it be transformed from waste into treasure.

Pan Xuan added, "Not only that."

The filthy blood in the sea of ​​blood is also a huge resource.

Although the filthy blood was disgusting, it was ultimately the blood of the Father God and the three thousand Chaos Gods.

As long as the impurities within are purified by the chaotic light of the Azure Lotus, leaving only the most primordial blood essence, it can fill the Pangu Blood Pool and strengthen its power.

The stronger the blood pool, the more members of the Witch Clan it can nurture, and the higher the aptitude of those born.

He looked at Houtu:

"Sister Houtu, you wield the Law of Earth and have refined the Destruction Stele, so you should have some understanding of the Way of Purification."

I possess the Primordial Measuring Ruler, imbued with righteous energy, which can also restrain filth.

At that time, you and I will join forces and use the Twenty-Four Grade Creation Lotus as a guide to purify the turbid evil energy and filthy blood in the Blood Sea.

The malevolent energy is used for the clansmen's cultivation, and the bloodline fills the blood pool. With this two-pronged approach, the foundation of the Witch Clan will become even stronger.

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Houtu's eyes. She said softly, "Brother Panxuan is right."

When I was repairing the Western ley lines, I used the power of the earth to purify the soil that had been eroded by the power of destruction, and I have some insights into purifying filth.

Although the filth of the Blood Sea is far more complex than that of the soil, it is essentially the same, both originating from the pollution of the primordial power.

With Qinglian's assistance, it should be worth a try.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong's eyes lit up. He slapped his thigh and laughed loudly:

"Good! Brother Pan Xuan, your idea is excellent! The Blood Sea is so vast, the turbid evil energy and foul blood within it are inexhaustible!"

As long as we have the Azure Lotus, we can purify batches and use them as needed. Why should our Wu Clan's sons worry about a lack of resources for cultivation? Haha!

Gonggong nodded and said, "That is indeed a good idea."

The Sea of ​​Blood is a wasteland for other races, but a treasure trove for our Witch Clan. Others discard it like worn-out shoes, but we treasure it like precious gems.

Xuanming coldly said, "Panxuan's schemes have always been like this."

What others look down upon becomes valuable in the hands of my Wu clan.

The remains of the three races on the battlefield were like this, as were the ferocious beasts and malevolent energy of the Western Abyss, and now the Sea of ​​Blood is the same.

Ju Mang, Ru Shou, Qiang Liang, Xi Zi, She Bi Shi, Tian Wu, and others nodded in agreement.

Zhu Rong was already envisioning the scene of cultivating with his men by the sea of ​​blood, grinning from ear to ear.

However, at that moment, Dijiang slowly spoke.

His voice was as steady as a mountain, carrying a rare hint of solemnity:

"Brother Pan Xuan, your plan is indeed ingenious. But there is one thing we must consider."

All the ancestral witches looked at him.

Dijiang said in a deep voice, "The Blood Sea already has an owner."

Upon hearing this, the main hall fell silent for a moment.

Then, Zhu Jiuyin slowly nodded, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes:

"Brother Dijiang is right. The Styx River has long regarded the Blood Sea as its territory."

The River Styx.

This name is not unfamiliar among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He was a primordial deity born from a sea of ​​blood, born wielding the two primordial killing swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, and born standing on a twelve-grade karmic fire lotus.

It is said that when he was born, the entire sea of ​​blood boiled, and countless waves of blood surged into the sky, dyeing the sky for hundreds of millions of miles around crimson.

For countless ages, Styx has remained hidden deep within the Blood Sea, rarely venturing into the outside world and rarely interacting with other powerful beings in the primordial world.

But when he does make a move, it's with the power of thunder.

Back then, several rogue cultivators at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals coveted the spiritual treasures in the Blood Sea and ventured deep into it in an attempt to steal them.

As a result, Styx didn't even show his face, but simply swung his sword from afar, and those few Great Luo Golden Immortals were annihilated along with their primordial spirits.

From then on, no one dared to set foot in the sea of ​​blood again.

Zhu Jiuyin continued:

"The Styx River is protected by twelve-grade karmic fire red lotuses, and the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, two innate killing swords, kill people without incurring karma."

If we were to confront him head-on, all twelve of us Ancestral Witches have already reached the realm of Primordial Golden Immortals, so we naturally have nothing to fear from him.

But the Blood Sea was, after all, his home turf. He thrived there, his combat power increased exponentially, and as long as the Blood Sea remained, the Styx River would never die.

If we insist on seizing the Blood Sea, he will not give up easily.

Although we are not afraid of him, we are afraid that he will attack our people.

Those ordinary witch clan members who haven't yet developed a primordial spirit, if they cultivate by the Sea of ​​Blood, and the Styx River secretly intervenes, they simply cannot withstand it.

Zhu Rong frowned, and his anger flared up instantly:

"What's there to be afraid of! No matter how powerful Styx is, he's still just one person!"

With thirteen Hunyuan Golden Immortals attacking together, are we afraid of him?

"Go straight to their door and drive them out in a bloodbath!"

Gonggong, unusually, didn't rebuke him; instead, he shook his head and said:

"Zhurong, you're thinking too simply."

The Blood Sea is Styx's territory, and he can mobilize the power of the entire Blood Sea with a single thought.

Although we can suppress him, it may not be so easy to completely kill him.

Moreover, if he were determined to escape, he could disappear into the depths of the Blood Sea and we wouldn't be able to find him.

"If he's secretly watching us, how can our people cultivate in peace?"

Xuanming coldly replied, "Gonggong is right."

Blood Sea is his home ground, while we are fighting on foreign soil, which puts us at a disadvantage from the start.

Furthermore, Styx is a vengeful man; if he is not killed in one fell swoop, he will surely seek revenge in the future.

At that time, the ordinary members of my Wu clan who cultivate by the Sea of ​​Blood will be his easiest targets.

Houtu said softly, "What my brothers say makes sense."

The Styx River is indeed not to be underestimated. In your opinion, Brother Dijiang, how should this matter be handled?

Dijiang pondered for a moment, then looked at Pan Xuan: "Brother Pan Xuan, since you have proposed this plan, you must already have a strategy in mind. Why don't you tell me your thoughts?"

Pan Xuan smiled slightly, his expression calm. He had long known about the obstacle of the River Styx and had already devised a plan to deal with it.

"Brother Dijiang, Brother Zhujiuyin, the Styx River's occupation of the Blood Sea is indeed a major obstacle for our Wu Clan to obtain resources from the Blood Sea."

But fighting isn't the only way to resolve this issue.

Pan Xuan slowly said, "The Styx River and my Wu Clan have no deep-seated hatred for each other."

He is a primordial deity born from the sea of ​​blood, while we are ancestral witches transformed from the essence and blood of Father Pangu. Strictly speaking, we have some connection.

The Blood Sea was formed from the tainted blood of the Father God, and my Wu Clan was also formed from the essence and blood of the Father God; we share the same origin.

If that's the case, why must we resort to violence?

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the assembled ancestral witches:

"My idea is to not rush into making a decision."

We will first go to the Blood Sea ourselves to investigate its situation.

Let's see just how mixed up that turbid evil energy is, how much effort it takes to purify the filthy blood, and to what extent the Styx River has control over the sea of ​​blood.

We'll make further plans once we've got a clear picture of the situation.

If we can talk, we will; if we can't, we'll find another way.

In any case, knowing yourself and your enemy is always a safer approach than acting rashly.

Houtu nodded and said, "Brother Panxuan is right. Investigating first, then making a decision, is the safest approach."

Dijiang pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright. We'll do as Brother Panxuan says."

Let's go explore the Blood Sea first and see what the situation is like there.

As for the Styx, an alliance would be best; if not, further plans will be made.

Zhu Rong laughed loudly, "Then let's go scout ahead! Forget about the River Styx, let's see what the Sea of ​​Blood looks like first!"

Gonggong nodded and said, "I have no objection."

Xuanming coldly said, "Let's go."

The other ancestral witches also nodded in agreement.