214: Chapter 214 The Conflict Caused by the Four Clans of Heaven

The Small World fell into a brief silence.

Everyone present was contemplating how to deal with the upcoming battle for the positions of the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao.

The space seemed to solidify, and the eyes of every Grand Unity Golden Immortal and Quasi-Saint flashed with complex light—

There was ambition, fear, calculation, and helplessness.

Some scanned the field in secret, their gazes lingering on those Cultivators from weaker tribes with thin backgrounds, murderous intent surging in their hearts:

"After the Saints leave... I will ambush a few first to reduce the number of enemies. In the war of ten thousand races, weakening opponents in advance means an extra point of winning chance."

Some had already made up their minds to lock their tribes and seal their mountains as soon as they returned:

"In such matters, small tribes like ours are just cannon fodder. It is better to close the tribe, protect our people within our territory, and wait until this tribulation passes."

Others, Cultivators from small and medium-sized tribes, looked towards the direction of the Heavenly Court, their eyes gradually becoming firm:

"Our tribe doesn't have many people; when we return, we will go to the sky to become Heavenly Soldiers and Generals."

"Being the lowest-ranking soldiers in the Heavenly Court is much better than becoming cannon fodder. At least there is the protection of the Heavenly Rules, and we don't have to be directly drawn into the war of ten thousand races."

Ideas varied, and private transmissions surged like a tide.

The surface of the Small World was calm, but undercurrents were surging.

The thoughts of the Saints at this moment were surprisingly consistent.

Haotian sat high on the imperial throne, his gaze deep and far-reaching, already calculating how to use this opportunity to further consolidate the authority of the Heavenly Court.

Yuanshi Tianzun pondered, a sharp light flashing in his eyes; he was clearly already considering selecting a few promising tribes to serve as pawns.

The Sect Leader Tongtian curled his lips slightly and thought to himself: "My Jie Sect has always widely accepted all spirits; this is a perfect time to open the mountain gates wide and take in more Disciples."

"With ten thousand races as Disciples, in the end, no matter which four tribes become the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao, the Jie Sect will have its Disciples among them!"

On the Western seats, Jieyin remained expressionless.

Zhunti also returned to his usual calmness and transmitted: "Senior Brother, this tribulation... we in the West must seize the opportunity! We cannot let the East dominate alone anymore."

Jieyin nodded slightly: "Junior Brother, do not be anxious. The Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao, one for each of the four directions of the land. My Western Sect will definitely occupy one tribe."

"What we need to do is to scrape a layer of skin off any tribe that competes for the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao in the West in the future!"

The West is weak, so there will definitely be many tribes wanting to pick up scraps. By then, many tribes will definitely come to the Western battlefield.

"This is a must; my West is not a place where one can come just because they want to!"

Zhunti's confident voice reached Jieyin's Primordial Spirit.

...

On the side of the remnants of the Yao Race, Bai Ze and the other two stood in a corner with the Grand Unity Golden Immortals of the Yao Race.

Watching Bai Ze, who had started divining again.

Demon God Ji Meng could not help but ask again: "Bai Ze, what is the situation now? Should we, the Yao Race... compete for a position among the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao?"

Bai Ze's gaze was deep as he slowly shook and then nodded his head: "Not competing is not an option. In this tribulation, the Crown Prince will inevitably emerge, and my Yao Race must, for the sake of righteousness, go to help the Crown Prince."

He paused, looking towards the West: "I just do not know in what identity the Crown Prince will emerge. As the Yao Race... or the Western Yao Race..."

Demon God Qin Yuan's cold voice rang out: "Then let us wait and see. The Luck of the Yao Race cannot withstand any more tossing."

...

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, Haotian spoke again, his voice like a great bell, breaking the silence:

"Everyone, this competition for the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao is a great trend of the Heavenly Dao and cannot be defied. However, the Heavenly Court always upholds justice; any tribe can compete for the positions based on their own strength."

"After you return, you may prepare yourselves, but remember! Do not incite unnecessary slaughter in advance and ruin the order of the Primordial World. Those who violate this, the Heavenly Court will never treat lightly!"

As his words fell, the Sect Leader Tongtian let out a hearty laugh:

"The tribulation has arrived. Anyone who is willing can come to Jinao Island in the East Sea, join the Jie Sect, practice the Shangqing method, and seize a glimmer of survival under the tribulation!"

Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly but did not object; he just glanced at Tongtian indifferently.

The atmosphere in the Small World became increasingly oppressive and heated.

And on the high platform of the Heavenly Court, Haotian looked at the discussing crowd, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

This great drama had only just begun.

The competition for the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao would surely reshuffle the Primordial World, and he... would stand at the highest point and obtain the greatest fruit.

Haotian scanned the entire scene, his voice ringing out majestically and calmly:

"The discussion ends here. Everyone, return and prepare. The great trend of the Heavenly Dao is set; I hope you all prepare early."

As his voice fell, he led the Heavenly Court members away.

The other Saints also used their own abilities to leave with their tribesmen and Disciples.

Taiqing rolled up the taiji diagram and left with the Green Bull and Xuandu.

The Sect Leader Tongtian laughed heartily and led the Disciples of the Jie Sect, turning into a sword light to leave first.

Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly, sat upright on the Nine-Dragon Agarwood Chariot, and followed closely behind with the members of the Chan Sect.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked at each other and silently swept away the people of the West.

Fuxi, Shi Yan, and others also led the Grand Unity Golden Immortals and Disciples of the Human Race to quickly withdraw from the Small World.

Nuwa scanned the Small World, felt the faint murderous intent rising, sighed, and left, carrying Ling Zhuzi.

As each Saint left, the oppressive atmosphere in the Small World finally eased slightly.

When the aura of the last Saint completely disappeared from the Small World...

In the Small World, a war suddenly erupted for no reason!

"Kill!"

A cold murderous intent erupted without warning.

A Grand Unity Golden Immortal who had been planning for a long time suddenly attacked, sacrificing an Innate Flying Sword to strike directly at a Grand Unity Golden Immortal nearby with a thin background.

That Grand Unity Golden Immortal was caught off guard, his chest instantly pierced, his Primordial Spirit trembling violently; he screamed, trying to escape, but was surrounded and killed by several figures who had been lying in ambush.

"Hehehe! Let's get rid of you eyesores first! In the tribulation, killing one more opponent means one less threat!"

In another corner, several Cultivators with ulterior motives acted simultaneously, launching sneak attacks against those Cultivators who had previously revealed some of their background or whose tribes were weak.

For a time, the sounds of Spirit Treasure collisions, the explosions of Divine Abilities, screams, and roars were intertwined.

Blood light soared into the sky, and the already limited space of the Small World instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.

Those Quasi-Saints and Grand Unity Golden Immortals who were not ambushed or who reacted in time changed their expressions drastically and, without hesitation, used their strongest escape techniques to rush toward the exit at the fastest speed.

"Damn it! These lunatics actually made a move!"

A Quasi-Saint, while fleeing, sacrificed a Spirit Treasure to protect his body, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly, fearing that murderous intent would stab out from the Void Realm the next moment.

"Run! Don't get entangled in the fight!"

Another Grand Unity Golden Immortal pulled his companion, forcibly tore open a space crack, and fled into it without looking back.

When leaving, everyone kept an eye on their surroundings, their Primordial Spirits released like a net covering the area; any slight movement could trigger a thunderous counterattack.

In just a short moment, several Grand Unity Golden Immortals and Quasi-Saints had fallen in the Small World.

After succeeding, the attackers did not linger; they quickly restrained their auras and fled with their spoils or intelligence.