The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 72 The Mandate of Heaven Appears Again, and the Flame is Rekindled

"Special times call for special support methods."

"The ancestral witches are stimulating us as much as possible, increasing the motivation of the entire witch clan to move forward, and making the entire clan's fortunes more active... Therefore, it is not surprising that there are certain degree of concessions and leniency in management."

Feng Xi's eyes flashed, revealing a clear understanding of certain things.

Normally, the benefits of good fortune are all in the hands of the top-level ancestral witches, and not a single bit of them will be revealed.

However, the great calamity of the Lich King and the conflict between different tribes... this is a special period in which the grassroots need to be encouraged and mobilized the most!

Therefore, the will of the Ancestral Witches opened up a path for advancement for trillions of lesser witches—as long as they are outstanding and excellent enough, they can seize this opportunity and transform and sublimate!

Therefore, the twelve powerful beings tacitly approved the birth and rise of small organizations within the witch clan, watching as energetic young people used their wisdom and hard work to reap their own share of the fortune.

Of course, this doesn't mean the Ancestral Witches are losing money—they are still making a profit, just a little less.

because……

Fortune is not fixed or unchangeable.

It doesn't simply calculate how many people the Wu tribe has, how many acres of land they own, or how many resources they control... by using formulas to arrive at a fixed number.

It is constantly changing!

After all, the essence of fortune is the interaction between living beings and heaven and earth, the mutual influence of their destinies, and a mysterious power in the realm of concepts!

How can a group of lifeless creatures, devoid of any upward drive, have a greater impact on the world and on destiny than a group of creatures with wide-open eyes, desperately seeking every means to change their own conditions?

By revitalizing the hearts and minds of the entire witch clan and guiding them toward the direction required by the ancestral witch, the clan's fortune will begin to grow.

Therefore, sharing some of the good fortune is not unacceptable.

You can't just let the horse run without feeding it.

Not only do you have to feed the horses grass, you have to make sure they are well-fed.

A 70/30 split is a good ratio.

The group receives 70%, while individuals retain 30%.

This distribution ratio seems to result in a heavy tax burden, but...

"Anyone can reap this 30% reward."

"Seventy percent, however, is distributed to the entire high-ranking members of the Witch Clan."

"Even if the Great Witch doesn't have witch power, and all these benefits go to the Ancestral Witches... can each Ancestral Witch get 10%?" Feng Xi calculated with her fingers, "If the twelve Ancestral Witches divide it in half, forming two camps, the total for the entire camp would only be 35%.

"Moreover, the Great Shaman cannot truly be ignored."

"If we calculate it this way, an individual can obtain 30% of the luck, which is truly terrifying!"

"If one day an organization could completely sweep across the entire Witch Clan, becoming inextricably linked to the clan's destiny... ha, thirty percent of the clan's fate!"

"This is a huge problem!"

Does such an organization exist?

Not yet.

However, it has already taken shape!

Even the Ancestral Witches must take this seriously, and countless powerful cultivators secretly creating alternate accounts must be drooling over it.

This business alliance was personally spearheaded by Feng Xi!

Unfortunately, this also became a noose around his neck, forcing him to walk carefully every day, fearing that he might "accidentally" die.

"Actually, if the Ancestral Witch were willing, my crisis would be easily resolved." Feng Xi sighed, "If you drain 99.999% of the fortune of this merchant alliance, I estimate that those big and small accounts wouldn't care about it anymore."

"It's a pity that the Ancestral Witches had a grand plan in mind... to use this one chip to attract powerful beings who were outside the Lich camp to enter the game."

He looked up at his sea of ​​fortune, his face gloomy.

While diligently cultivating in the Time Realm, Feng Xi also made sure to read historical materials from various civilizations to enrich himself.

The more you see, the more you understand.

Although his skills haven't been tested much in practice, they're mostly theoretical.

However, based on the actual situation, it is not difficult to deduce some of the top-level public secrets.

He was a wise man in hindsight.

"Use fragrant bait to catch golden turtles!"

The bait was laid, and the golden turtles swarmed in.

"The ancestral witch who fishes desires to seize all the powerful beings in the world... to use them during the great calamity, and then discard them afterward to enjoy the spoils of victory alone."

"The golden turtles, I suppose, are all well aware of the ancestral witch's scheme... but the bait is just too tempting; the aroma alone is enough to slightly fill their stomachs, making them willing to participate and place bets!"

Moreover, some powerful figures are extremely confident, believing they can reap the rewards of victory and escape unscathed, without being trapped.

"A silent and invisible game has already begun... Perhaps that's how the 70/30 profit-sharing ratio came about."

Whether it's the collective of the Ancestral Witches or the consensus of powerful figures outside the camp, everyone stuck at this threshold believes they have victory in their grasp...

"It's just pitiful for me... I served as the king's vanguard, and the empire I painstakingly built ultimately became a chessboard for others to use in their power struggles."

"My vast sea of ​​destiny... is about to vanish without a trace..."

As Feng Xi pondered these thoughts, a wave of sorrow washed over her.

He's so pitiful!

In the ultimate battle, he undoubtedly became the sacrificed character.

The house was built, the tables and chairs were set up, and then he was kicked out, forced to watch others gamble inside... Fortunately, the Ancestral Witch Houtu still managed to show him some mercy and temporarily lend him a primordial spiritual treasure.

—Temporarily borrowed!

In the end, it still has to be returned!

Rounding it off, Feng Xi felt that he had lost at least one great sage sect!

The more I think about it, the more I lose.

The more I lose, the more my heart aches.

In the end, the heartache was so intense that it was hard to breathe.

Feng Xi gazed at the distant horizon, sighing with sorrow.

"The world is desolate, and my heart is cold."

My steps falter, my heart trembles.

Those who know me say I am worried;

Those who do not know me, what do they think I seek?

Oh, vast heavens, who is this person?

Heaven and earth are filled with sorrow, and my heart is filled with grief.

My steps are unsteady, my heart is as if drunk;

"If you know me, you will say that I am..."

His heart was filled with sorrow, and a ripple of grief spread through his soul, causing even heaven and earth to grieve.

The surrounding space and time, the three thousand laws, became solemn and deathly silent... This is a fundamental influence of the Taiyi beings, which allows me to represent the heart of heaven and earth.

If this weren't the stronghold of the Witch Clan, with so many powerful Grand Luo cultivators suppressing it... in the outside world, Feng Xi's emotional fluctuations alone could have buried countless lives within a trillion miles!

Even so, Feng Xi is still someone people avoid at all costs—his aura of despair is fully unleashed, and his domain of sorrow is fully revealed. Every Golden Immortal-level minor witch who passes by can't afford to offend him and avoids him altogether.

He walked on the road to the Houtu tribe and successfully achieved the "Clean Street Tiger" achievement.

This achievement was not destroyed until it reached the Zhurong tribe, which they passed through.

He was stopped beside a wide, unobstructed road… by an ordinary, unremarkable shaman, a stone axe at his waist and a torch in his hand, who asked in a very soft voice—

"Brother from the Houtu tribe, shall we pass on the torch?"

The gentle voice, the flickering firelight... they resonated with a profound rhythm. At first glance, they seemed ordinary and simple, but they shattered the gloomy aura surrounding Feng Xi, broke the desolate realm formed by his recitation of poetry, and brought Feng Xi, who was completely immersed and heading towards self-destruction, back to his senses.

Upon regaining consciousness, Feng Xi was first stunned, then cold sweat poured out of her pores, soaking her clothes.

"No... my mindset is wrong..."

"Why am I so disheartened... Even if a great and holy religion has been lost, shouldn't I have given rise to thoughts that life is not worth living and that I want to remain asleep forever?!"

If the heart dies, the person dies too!

Feng Xi stood there blankly, her heart filled with lingering fear and dread.

After a long while, he suddenly looked up at the sky.

Heavens... Heaven... Heaven's will!

"Friend, have you experienced something very painful?" The shaman, who held a torch and had awakened Feng Xi, looked at him with some surprise. "Have you become possessed because of this?"

"I guess so," Feng Xi replied reluctantly.

"Then you should take it easy..." the shaman smiled. "No matter what difficulties we encounter, we shouldn't be afraid; we should face them with a smile!"

"Hesitation is useless, worry is futile, fear is pointless... Face it, challenge it, and conquer it!"

Even if you can't overcome it right away, you can write it down in a small notebook, look at it every day to motivate, remind, and invigorate yourself!

"One day, your wish will come true."

This shaman was feeding Feng Xi chicken soup, saying things he'd heard countless times before... but his words contained a strange power that was most invigorating and inspiring to Feng Xi.

Chicken soup, falling into Fengxi's heart, is like a fire lit in the cold winter night, dispelling the chill and bringing light and hope!

"Thank you for your guidance." Feng Xi thanked her sincerely, "I haven't yet asked your name..."

"No need to thank me... I love helping others." The shaman waved his hand. "As for my name, you can just call me Suichu."

"Sui Chu..." Feng Xi murmured the name while constantly flipping through her memories.

Eventually, he found information related to the name.

Ranked tenth in the field of strategic planning!

Moreover, he is the tenth most legendary and fastest to advance!

Other people compete by playing against one opponent at a time, working hard to advance.

But this one?

Unique!

He can take on a hundred people at once!

He gathered the hundred people ranked ahead of him together and then wiped them out in one fell swoop, crushing them all and becoming invincible!

The reason he's ranked tenth isn't because he's too weak to fight anymore.

It was because, after slaughtering his last hundred opponents, Sui Chu stood in tenth place.

There were only nine people ranked higher than him, which did not meet the conditions for starting a war... So, he left gracefully, leaving only his back view, and became a legend.

Though not officially granted the title of king, it is more prestigious than being one!

The supreme master of this field, Qinghao, once publicly stated that his chances of defeating Suichu were evenly matched!

Such a stunning person is currently...

"Hey...brother, would you like to join me in this great cause of spreading the flame of hope?"

Sui Chu handed the torch forward and asked very sincerely.

P.S.: Asleep...

(End of this chapter)