213: Chapter 213 The Four Clans of Heavenly Dao

Bai Ze smiled slightly, the golden light in his Primordial Spirit gradually receding, and the Bai Ze Essence Spirit Painting dimmed along with it.

His gaze was deep as he swept across Demon God Ji Meng and Demon God Qin Yuan, whispering: "Do not be impatient, just watch slowly."

"I just now... unexpectedly broke through the Saint barrier, and with my Quasi-Saint body, I deduced some secrets; this Heavenly Court assembly is far from as simple as just restricting the West."

Demon God Ji Meng muttered softly: "Being a riddle-maker again..."

Although full of dissatisfaction, out of trust for Bai Ze, Demon God Ji Meng and Demon God Qin Yuan, who had been listening from the side, obediently stood in place, observing this discussion meeting.

The three Demon Gods of the old Yao Race faction each restrained their aura, waiting quietly for what was to come.

...

The perspective shifts to Haotian.

Haotian stood upon the high platform, looking at the gradually restless Grand Unity Golden Immortals and Quasi-Saints below, his expression calm as he spoke loudly: "Everyone, do not be impatient."

Once these words were spoken, the effect was excellent.

The Cultivators below forcibly suppressed the agitation in their hearts, their gazes gathering in unison.

At this moment, a Southern Quasi-Saint Cultivator (Water-attribute Quasi-Saint) who had previously joined the Heavenly Court stepped forward, cupping his hands in a salute, his voice resonant yet carrying a trace of sorrow:

"Your Majesty, our Southern Lands has suffered through the devastation of the West, and our Luck is desolate."

"Ten Yuan Epochs of time is simply not enough for the South to recover its vitality, especially since the Southern Quasi-Saints have all ascended to Heaven. I beg Your Majesty to issue an order to protect the Southern Lands!"

Haotian heard this and inwardly praised: Not bad, the timing is grasped perfectly. He is indeed the leader who united the Southern Quasi-Saints to ascend to Heaven.

On the surface, however, he showed a look of contemplation, and only after a long while did he speak with difficulty: "Very well. Although the Heavenly Regulations state that the Heavenly Court cannot favor any one piece of land, given that the South is indeed lagging behind at this moment, I, the Emperor, grant your request!"

After saying this, Haotian turned his head to look at Zhunti and Jieyin, his tone peaceful: "You two, for the sake of my Face, before the Southern Lands recovers to its previous Luck, do not convert any more Southern living beings, can you?"

"No...!" Zhunti heard this and was about to refuse vehemently.

This matter arose because the South ascended to Heaven to file a complaint; how could he let it go just like that?

However, before Zhunti could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a wave of Jieyin's hand.

Zhunti felt his Senior Brother's gesture, surprised in his heart, but out of trust, he did not speak again.

Jieyin said indifferently: "Very well."

Haotian nodded with a smile: "Good!"

Seeing this scene, everyone moved restlessly. The Water-attribute Quasi-Saint's request gave everyone a reminder—they could ask for Heavenly Court protection!

At worst, they could give up some Luck and offer annual tributes; as long as their tribesmen were safe, it would be fine.

A wave of noise suddenly erupted within the Small World; countless tribal Cultivators stepped forward in unison, willing to offer Luck and resources, begging for the Heavenly Court's protection.

To this, Haotian refused one by one.

Just when everyone was disheartened, Zhunti's heart became active again, thinking that if he let them contribute Luck and resources to the West, the West would no longer target them.

But just as he made a move, he was pulled by the wrist by Jieyin again.

Zhunti was a bit excited, but Jieyin still shook his head, signaling him to calm down with his eyes.

Just at this moment, Haotian sighed, attracting everyone's attention.

He said slowly: "The Heavenly Court has its own rules; protecting the South just now was also out of consideration for the South's bitter current situation."

"Moreover, that was only a verbal agreement with the Two Sages of the West; there is no guarantee that the Two Sages of the West won't sneak over there."

Once these words were spoken, Zhunti exploded again. He shouted: "No matter what, I am still a Saint; a Saint's word must be kept!"

However, everyone present just swept a faint glance at him and then cast their gaze back to Haotian.

Yuanshi Tianzun even snorted coldly and glanced at him: "Clown."

A Grand Unity Golden Immortal below was unwilling to give up, cupping his hands and asking: "Your Majesty, is there really no way?"

Haotian's eyes flashed, and he finally spoke to the point: "A way, naturally, there is."

Everyone's spirits lifted: "Your Majesty, please speak, what way?!"

Haotian's voice was grand, echoing through the Small World: "Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao!"

"Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao?!"

Hearing this new term, everyone showed expressions of confusion, not knowing its meaning at all.

Only a few Saints, Hunyuan experts, and Bai Ze, who had been secretly given backdoor access by Haotian, knew the implication.

That's right, Bai Ze being able to deduce Saint matters was precisely Haotian's doing. He wanted to take this opportunity to recover the portion of orthodox Heavenly Court Luck remaining with the Yao Race.

The Grand Unity Golden Immortal below continued to push: "Your Majesty, what are the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao? How can one become one of the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao!?"

Haotian spoke slowly: "The Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao is a fruit status bestowed upon tribes by the Heavenly Dao. The tribe that obtains it can enjoy Heavenly Dao Luck and exclusive Heavenly Court positions."

"With this fruit status, there is naturally no need to fear the Two Sages of the West converting one's tribesmen."

"As for how to obtain it, it is naturally the strongest tribe of each of the four directions of the Primordial Land. When the myriad tribe war and the fruit status contention battle end, the strongest tribe will have the fruit status bestowed upon them!"

Once this news came out, whether it was the Saints or ordinary Cultivators, they instantly understood the true focus of this Heavenly Court assembly.

So, the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao was the core of this discussion meeting!

In the direction of the Human Race, Shi Yan took a deep look at Haotian and muttered: "So, the next Kalpa disaster is like this."

Fuxi's tone was somewhat gloomy: "Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao, a fine Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao indeed! The myriad tribes kill each other, and the Heavenly Dao sits back and reaps the benefits..."

"Heavenly Emperor, Ancestor Xi, what should we do?" The voices of Human Emperor Xuanyuan and Chiyou simultaneously entered the two's Primordial Spirits.

"Return to Three Immortals Island first, then make further plans."

Western seats.

Zhunti looked at Haotian, gnashing his teeth, and transmitted his voice to Jieyin: "Senior Brother, it's fortunate that you held me back. I didn't expect that my actions would actually become the fuse for the Kalpa disaster!"

Jieyin was also somewhat surprised: "I didn't expect it to turn out like this either. I held you back before because I was afraid you would cause public outrage with a slip of the tongue."

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"Senior Brother!! Am I the type of person who speaks without thinking?"

Zhunti looked aggrieved, but Jieyin just smiled faintly and said nothing more.

Except for the Human Race and the Two Sages of the West, the other Saints had different thoughts.

In the direction of the Three Pure Ones.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian had already thrown their previous dissatisfaction to the back of their minds.

They were, just like Taiqing, thinking about how to gain more benefits in this Kalpa disaster.

...

Within the Small World, the atmosphere had completely boiled over.

Countless forces had undercurrents surging, their gazes, whether greedy, wary, or excited, cast toward the four directions of the land.

In the corner where Bai Ze and the other two were, Demon God Ji Meng finally couldn't help but ask: "Bai Ze, can you say it now? Our Yao Race... how should we choose?"

Bai Ze's gaze was deep and dark, and he said slowly: "Observe the changes first. The Crown Prince is in the West, perhaps, as I said before, it is the best situation. But the contention for the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao... the Yao Race is in a difficult position."

As his voice fell, the three Demon Gods fell into silence again, each contemplating the future.

And on the Heavenly Court high platform, Haotian stood with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth curling into an imperceptible smile.

The matter that the Master entrusted him with was finally finished.