Chapter 2: Reactions of Various Tribes (Third Update Recommended for Collection)

  Reactions from all ethnic groups (requesting recommendations and collections)

  Three clans rose to power, the Dragon Clan dominated the ocean, the Phoenix Clan dominated the sky, and the Qilin Clan dominated the land. The three-clan balance of power had taken shape, with other tribes either attaching themselves to one of the three or hiding in seclusion.

  Most of the powerful beings in the Desolate Era also hid themselves, not daring to provoke the three clans. Another part joined the three clans, further enhancing the prestige of the three clans.

  In the vast and desolate land of Honghuang, on the mountain of Not Weekly, in a quiet cave, an old Taoist gazed at the three enormous creatures roaring and attacking in the sky, with flashes of golden light in his eyes, finally letting out a sigh.

  "Alas, if not tomorrow, then when will I make my wedding dress? What can be done?"

  He then took out a broken jade tablet with his left hand, and counted with his fingers with his right hand. His fingers moved like a lotus flower, and finally they couldn't be seen anymore. Only a lotus flower was seen rising from his hands.

  "Huh? How did this happen?"

  Suddenly, Lao Dao's finger stopped, his eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly looked up at the three huge phantasms in the sky, finally fixing on that ancestral dragon for a long time.

  "Interesting, I never thought there would be such a fate, it's actually a glimmer of hope for the three clans."

  The old man finished speaking and continued to ponder, but his eyebrows gradually relaxed.

  "Alas! It's also a blessing in disguise. The chaotic world is unified under the three clans, and my own fate has arrived as well. With such an extraordinary destiny, I can actually use his power to take action." The old Daoist thought for a moment, then a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his expression flashed by, seemingly unchanged, continuing to meditate with his eyes closed.

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  In the vast and mysterious continent, a nameless space appeared. The space was pitch black, and a black lotus emerged from it, transforming into Wu Tian's appearance. He bowed to the depths of the unknown space and said:

  "Lord Luo Hou."

  "Hmm." A flat voice came from space, followed by a long silence.

  Wu Tian lowered his head, motionless, the long wait making his heart somewhat apprehensive, but he could only stand there, waiting...

  "Nothingness." A clear and empty voice echoed through space again, as if the darkness was everywhere, yet nowhere. Wu Tian's heart was calm and serene, thinking to himself that the adult's magical powers had increased even more, this time almost unable to see his face. He hastily replied:

  "Belonging to the lower class."

  "This time's task was terrible. Although I couldn't enter the Honghuang world, and could only hide in this small Qian world, I could see clearly that if I hadn't acted quickly to erase the memories of Wangchuan and Huangquan, our news would have spread throughout the Honghuang."

  "I know I was wrong, please let Mo Zu punish me." Wu Tian bowed down expressionlessly to Luo Hou, asking for punishment.

  "Hmph! You were supposed to be punished, but never mind. This time, the elites of the three clans were all calculated by you and sacrificed a lot, which also improved my cultivation by one level. It can be considered as having merit, so your merits and demerits cancel each other out."

  "Thank you, Mozu."

  At this moment, Mozu Luo Hou looked up at the sky and saw a three-dimensional image appearing in the darkness, which was the virtual shadow of Zu Long, Feng Huang, and Qilin. As they watched the scene of their battle, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness, followed by a thunderous laughter:

  "Haha... The war of the three clans is exactly the opportunity I, Luo Hou, have been waiting for. What a coincidence! Haha..."

  Luó Hóu burst into loud laughter, causing the small world of Xiǎo Qiān to shake violently. In this small world, Wú Tiān, who was already standing unsteadily, became even more fearful of this Luó Hóu demon ancestor.

  "Unbelievable!!"

  "Ancestor, I grant you the Primordial Spirit Treasure to aid you in your endeavors in the Desolate Expanse. The main goal is to disrupt the relationships between the three clans, inciting them to wage war against each other, the more intense the better. Ideally, it would be best if the Desolate Expanse were shattered, that way, I, the Ancestor, can offer the entire world of the Desolate Expanse as a sacrifice in a logical and natural manner. Hahahaha..."

  "Yes. Elder Ancestor." Wu Tian replied respectfully.

  "Alright, this is the Innate Spirit Treasure. Although the three clans are wealthy, these things can make all the living beings in the Desolate Expanse move their hearts. Using them to stir up trouble between the three clans should be enough, haha..."

  In the midst of Luo Hou's loud laughter, over a hundred magical treasures floated before Wu Tian, emitting brilliant lights that shook his heart. With a wave of his hand, all one hundred plus treasures were First Heaven Spiritual Treasures, leaving Wu Tian coveting them with burning eyes.

  "Hmm!" A cold hum woke up Wu Tian.

  "Please, Ancestor Mo, punish me." Wu Tian heard a cold hum and quickly knelt down to plead for forgiveness.

  The dark little world of Xian was silent, with no heavenly heart or spirit at peace, waiting for its own fate. Half a moment later, the voice of Mozu Luo came from the little world of Xian:

  "Alright, if you don't have a greedy heart, I, the old ancestor, wouldn't dare to use you. However, this is a big matter and cannot be messed up. I promise that if you can successfully trigger the war between the three clans, the remaining congenital spiritual treasures will all belong to you."

  "Thank you, Mozhu. I will definitely do my best." Wu Tian excitedly promised Luo Hou.

  "Alright, go down."

  "Yes." Wu Tian transformed into a black lotus, and suddenly appeared outside the Small Thousand World, appearing at the foot of Buzhou Mountain on the Honghuang Continent. At this time, Wu Tian's face was full of gloom, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

  "Hmm!" In the small black universe, after Wu Tian left, a cold hum was heard, and then it returned to silence, deathly stillness...

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  In the Phoenix tribe, Kunpeng looked at the ancestral dragon's virtual shadow in the sky, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. When he saw Qilin and Phoenix working together, a twisted soul flashed with a sense of pleasure. However, when he saw the ancestral dragon single-handedly defeating Qilin and Phoenix, a hint of unwillingness, a hint of gloom, and a hint of hatred appeared in his eyes.

  "How could this be? Why is the power of those worms so great?" In the Phoenix tribe, Feng Zu roared, with a fire of jealousy burning, completely without the excitement of just unifying the flying bird tribe.

  Kunpeng heard Feng Zu's voice, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. However, after a while, looking at the raging Feng Zu, Kunpeng's body emitted a fierce aura, and a hint of cruelty appeared in his eyes, with a poisonous plan flashing through his mind.

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  Qilin Clan Qilin Cliff, the two defeated Qilin ancestors also hung their heads in despair. Next to them sat a middle-aged man with a ferocious face, who let out a cold snort:

  "Hmph! This time I lost, next time I'll take it back. Next time, I'll let them taste the ferocity of my Tiger Soul God Knife!"

  As he spoke, with a flick of his wrist, the treasured sword in his hand emitted a humming noise, as if it were extremely hungry. A sharp and fierce aura spread throughout Qilin Cliff, causing all the high-ranking members of the Walking Beast Clan to tremble with fear, feeling as though the sword was placed right on their necks.

  "That is, the three clan leaders have divine powers, what about the dragon clan's opponent."

  "Is it, is it..."

  "Right, right......"

  A group of old men from the beast tribe flattered and fawned upon him.

  "White Tiger, put the treasured sword away." The Kirin tribe's Lin Zu couldn't bear it anymore and frowned as he faintly said to the middle-aged man.

  "Hmph, a bunch of trash." The middle-aged man snorted, put away his treasured sword, and disappeared from the crowd's sight, leaving behind a group of humiliated people who dared not speak out. The two Qilin ancestors exchanged a glance, both feeling helpless.

  It turns out that this is the White Tiger who absorbed the Western Taibai's essence, and was invited by the two Qilin ancestors to become the third tribe leader of the Walking Beast Tribe, with a status similar to Shen Long of the Dragon Tribe. However, this guy seems even more unsociable than Shen Long.

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  In the end, it was just that old Black Turtle who saw the three huge illusory shadows in the sky and didn't even bother to look at them, only shifting positions and continuing to sleep.

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