sinovels Chapter 145 The Clan Chief's Worries
Chapter 145 The Clan Chief's Worries
Chapter 145 The Worries of the Three Clan Chiefs
The three emperors, Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin, were able to maintain their last shred of rationality and restraint due to their fear of each other's strength and their consideration for the overall situation of the prehistoric world. They strictly ordered their subordinates to be disciplined in order to avoid a full-scale war involving the entire clan.
They all knew that once a war of that scale began, it would be devastating, and there would be no real winners.
Deep within the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, the Ancestral Dragon coils at the confluence of primordial water veins, its golden dragon eyes gleaming with complex light.
He could sense the growing unrest throughout the four seas, with increasing friction between the scaled tribes that were dependent on the dragons. Each piece of news of border conflicts weighed heavily on the heart of this dragon emperor.
"Zhulong," the deep voice of the Ancestral Dragon echoed in the palace, "the resentment between the various races is almost uncontrollable."
The Candle Dragon, hidden in the secret realm of time, slowly revealed his form. His eyes, imbued with the power of time, seemed to see through the future: "Brother, the calamity has arisen; this is the inevitable trend of heaven and earth. Even if we try our best to suppress it, we can only delay its eruption."
The First Dragon remained silent for a long time, then gently swayed its tail, stirring up the undercurrents of the four seas: "If we can delay it for even one day, then we will. No one can afford the consequences of a full-scale war."
Meanwhile, in the Nirvana Temple at the core of the Undying Volcano, Yuan Feng was also worried about the increasingly tense situation. The Eternal Nirvana Divine Flame surrounding her fluctuated slightly, reflecting the solemnity in her eyes.
"The Azure Phoenix Clan and the Spirit Ape Clan have clashed again in Moyun Ridge." Yuan Feng's voice carried a hint of weariness. "This is the third time this month. Pass down the order for the Azure Phoenix Clan to temporarily withdraw from Moyun Ridge for a hundred miles."
The Fairy of Colorful Phoenix, who was standing to the side, hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, wouldn't this be handing over the floating jade mine to the Qilin Clan?"
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Yuan Feng shook his head and sighed: "A few mineral veins are not as important as the stability of the primordial world. Shi Qilin is a wise man, and he will surely restrain his subordinates."
Just as Yuan Feng had predicted, the First Qilin on Qilin Cliff was also troubled by the same thing. Before him knelt an envoy from the Pangolin Clan, who was weeping as he recounted the attack he suffered at the mouth of the Canglan River by the Dragon Clan.
"Your Majesty, the Dragon Clan has gone too far! We were merely mining on the shore when they attacked us, injuring dozens of our clansmen!" The Pangolin Envoy cried out in tears.
The First Qilin frowned, a rare stern look appearing on his usually stern face: "I have already given orders that no trouble shall be caused near the Dragon Clan's waters. You disobeyed the order first, and yet you have the nerve to come and complain?"
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That being said, Shi Qilin understood that the grudges between these subordinate races had long been deeply entrenched and difficult to resolve. Even though the three emperors tried their best to maintain a facade of peace, the undercurrents beneath were growing increasingly turbulent.
This tense and ominous atmosphere, brewed from countless minor conflicts, years of resentment, and entanglements of interests, is like a constantly gathering dark cloud, permeating every inch of the air in the wilderness, growing thicker and thicker, making it hard for countless living beings to breathe.
Deep in the East China Sea, some sensitive aquatic creatures have already sensed the traces of calamity mixed in with the water elemental energy, and have all dived into deeper trenches to take refuge.
In the southern wilderness forests, birds and beasts have become restless, frequently erupting into conflicts for no apparent reason. On the western wilderness grasslands, herbivorous spirit beasts are migrating in herds, attempting to escape the increasingly dangerous borderlands.
Some of the most perceptive innate deities have already sealed off their caves and are quietly reciting the Yellow Court Classic, unwilling to be tainted by the increasingly heavy aura of calamity.
The Arctic Black Tortoise retracted its head into its shell and sank into the deepest eye of the Northern Sea; the Antarctic Flamebird folded its wings and hid in the lava of the Earth's core.
The Eastern Green Wood Lord concealed his true form within the roots of the Jianmu tree, isolating himself from external disturbances; the Western Golden Essence King transformed into a stubborn stone and hid deep within Mount Buzhou.
These ancient beings, which have existed since the beginning of time, sensed the terrible calamity brewing in the world and chose to protect themselves.
In this increasingly tense atmosphere, Mount Buzhou, that towering, ancient pillar of heaven exuding a vast and ancient aura, has become a unique presence.
Because it was formed from the spine of Pangu, although the remaining pressure of creation was not as great as before, it still made it difficult for large-scale legions to move.
The invisible pressure acted like an insurmountable chasm, preventing the three races' armies from entering. Deeper still, the will of Pangu, seemingly emanating from the depths, instilled in the high-ranking members of the three races a natural awe for this place, preventing them from easily offending it.
In addition, its location in the center of the primordial world and its special geographical position mean that if any race tries to fight for it, it will inevitably trigger a strong backlash from the other two races, resulting in a stalemate.
If the Dragon Clan wants to occupy Buzhou Mountain, the Phoenix Clan will never sit idly by and watch its aerial advantage be taken away; if the Phoenix Clan wants to establish a stronghold here, the Qilin Clan will never tolerate being attacked from both sides; if the Qilin Clan wants to control this pillar of heaven, the Dragon Clan will definitely obstruct its land expansion.
Therefore, Mount Buzhou and its surrounding vast area temporarily became a buffer zone where the three races intertwined and restrained each other, yet none dared to easily exert their full strength to contend for it.
This area also became one of the few core regions in the primordial world that had not yet been fully incorporated into the direct rule of the three races.
Every day, independent cultivators and members of weaker races who refused to submit to any clan fled here, seeking a moment of peace. They built simple dwellings at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, forming several sizable settlements.
On the eastern slope, a group of plant spirits used their supernatural powers to cultivate vines and weave them into a temporary dwelling. The leader, a thousand-year-old tree spirit, looked down the mountain with deep concern, sensing the increasingly intense aura of calamity in the world.
In the western valley, some stone spirits and earth monsters dug caves to escape the conflicts of the outside world. They were originally spirits of the mountains and fields, unwilling to be involved in the struggles of powerful clans.
In the southern foothills plains, various small birds and beasts lived together in a mixed community.
Bluebirds and white foxes live side by side, and deer and jade rabbits keep each other company. These creatures, who might be predators in the outside world, live together peacefully in this place.
On the edge of the northern foothills of the icy plains, some cold-loving creatures have built igloos. Rare creatures such as ferrets, ice silkworms, and jade spiders have also come here to seek refuge.
These creatures from different races lived together peacefully, presenting a distorted and fragile prosperity. Yet, every creature knew in its heart that this peace could be shattered at any moment.
An old cypress spirit built a simple resting place with its branches and leaves on the edge of the settlement, offering a few spiritual fruits to quench the thirst of passing cultivators.
That day, looking at the increasing number of people seeking refuge, he couldn't help but sigh, "These peaceful days probably won't last much longer."
Across from them sat a white ape who had achieved considerable cultivation. Upon hearing this, it looked up and asked, "Senior, what makes you say that? Don't I see that these three races are still maintaining restraint?"
"The fortunes of the three races are like oil being poured over a raging fire; they appear to be at their peak, but in reality, they have already reached their limit."
The cypress spirit's cloudy eyes gleamed with wisdom; its roots were deeply embedded in the earth, making it most sensitive to changes in the earth's veins.
"Resentment accumulates within the earth's veins, and malevolent energy permeates the celestial phenomena. Extremes beget their opposites, and prosperity leads to decline. This endless expansion and strife will inevitably lead to disaster sooner or later."
The white ape remained silent, only gripping the spiritual fruit in its hand tightly.
They all understood that the existence of this sanctuary was merely the calm before the storm.