183: Imminent Prophecy
Xuan Ming gave a cold, sinister smile. "What, we can't even talk about it? Since when does our Wu Race need to care about what others think?"
"Exactly. We Ancestral Witches fear nothing in heaven or earth, why should we fear a Saint?"
Zhu Rong echoed, "Just do it and be done with it!"
However, as soon as he said this, the other Ancestral Witches looked at him with strange expressions.
This guy really didn't use his brain when coming up with ideas, just saying whatever came to mind.
That was a Saint, after all. He had effortlessly repelled the Father God's true form that they had summoned.
The Ancestral Witches were just straightforward; they weren't stupid.
Knowing they couldn't win, would they still charge in blindly?
And while Hongjun had blocked their move, he had only issued a decree that there should be no war for one kalpa; he didn't seem to have any intention of further interference.
Going after him like this would truly be unwise.
While the Ancestral Witches were in heated discussion, Di Jiang slowly opened his eyes. Chaos swirled within his pupils, but he remained silent for a moment.
Like the others, Di Jiang was very dissatisfied with Hongjun's sudden intervention and wished he could strike at the Saint directly.
He always felt there were deeper considerations involved that they had overlooked.
But their Wu Race had never been good at such matters of deduction; they could only rely on raw thinking.
After thinking it over and failing to reach a conclusion, he simply decided to let it go.
Hongjun was detestable, but it wasn't as if they didn't have backing of their own.
Didn't that personage appear at the end and give the Yao Race a sound thrashing?
He had even beaten that insufferable Tai Yi until his whereabouts were unknown.
In the future, when they met, they could use this incident to mock Tai Yi properly... At the Immortal Volcano, Qing Wu, who was sitting comfortably and enjoying a long-overdue peaceful life, suddenly felt something and couldn't help but look toward Mount Buzhou.
He seemed to sense the Ancestral Witches calling his name directly.
They were essentially expressing their gratitude for him teaching the Yao Race a lesson.
Qing Wu couldn't help but smile faintly.
These Wu Race members truly knew nothing of the path of Karma, or rather, they didn't care for it at all.
Did they not know that at his level, if someone in the Great Desolation called his name directly, he would sense it?
Furthermore, the Ancestral Witches hadn't concealed it at all, making the sensation even clearer.
However, it was also possible that the Ancestral Witches had done this intentionally to convey their gratitude.
Which one it was, he didn't know.
In any case, he had indeed received the Ancestral Witches' gratitude.
"No need for gratitude; I didn't take action specifically to support you."
"However..."
Qing Wu looked out beyond the sky, toward the Chaos.
Presumably, those entities outside the Great Desolation must have been watching this conflict between the Wu and Yao.
After all, when the two races clashed, the increasingly dense gathering of Karma could not be faked.
The chess pieces he had collected had increased by quite a bit.
He just didn't know if they truly grasped the current height of the Great Desolation's sky.
And as for the strength Qing Wu had appropriately revealed, he wondered if they would be satisfied.
Qing Wu began to look forward to the time when he would play against them face-to-face.
As he was thinking, another guest arrived outside the Immortal Volcano—it was Nuwa.
Qing Wu's guess was correct; Nuwa had come precisely for the matter of validating her Dao and becoming a Saint.
However, it wasn't because she lacked any Materials or treasures.
She had already obtained the required Nine-Colored Soil and the Man-Creating Whip.
Presumably, she wouldn't lack three lights divine water either.
Since she had everything, what was she doing here instead of validating her Dao to become a Saint?
There was no mud to play with here...