novelapdf Chapter 181 Rahu's Conspiracy
Chapter 181 Rahu's Conspiracy
Chapter 181 Rahu's Conspiracy
The two sat under the banana tree, sipping the spiritual tea offered by Qingfeng Mingyue, exchanging their insights from seclusion, and discussing the path ahead. The atmosphere was harmonious and peaceful.
Inside Wuzhuang Temple, Taoist charm flows and spiritual energy abounds, making it seem like a true paradise on earth.
However, while powerful figures such as Zhen Yuanzi, Hongjun, Yin Yang, and Yangmei were all in seclusion cultivating and improving themselves, Luo, who was lurking in the Western Demon Abyss, never stopped his ambition and actions to overthrow the prehistoric world.
Deep within the Abyss, atop the throne of bones, Luo's crimson eyes gleamed with calculation and cruelty.
Before him, in the "Mirror of Ten Thousand Demons," formed from endless vengeful spirits and malevolent energy, the increasingly frequent and escalating conflicts at the borders of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin races in various parts of the prehistoric world were clearly reflected.
"Hmph, Hongjun wants to align himself with the Heavenly Dao and Yangmei seeks transcendence, while Zhenyuanzi manages his own territory—a bunch of short-sighted fools!"
"Only destruction and chaos are the true essence of eternity!" Rahu's hoarse voice echoed in the Demon Palace.
"The three races? They are merely the three fattest pieces on my ancestral chessboard, the best sacrifices to offer to the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation to help me attain enlightenment!"
The demons he commanded had already transformed into various forms and quietly infiltrated the three races, following his instructions. These demons were skilled at bewitching people and sowing discord:
In the Dragon Clan's waters, they disguised themselves as weak aquatic creatures bullied by the Phoenix Clan, lamenting how the Phoenix Clan patrols were tyrannical and burned down their homes.
Or perhaps they would disguise themselves as envoys of the Qilin clan, secretly contacting certain radical factions of the Dragon Clan, offering them great rewards, encouraging them to expand into the continent, and "inadvertently" revealing that the Qilin clan's defenses were weak at certain resource points.
In the Phoenix Clan's territory, they spread rumors that the Dragon Clan wanted to seize the Undying Volcano and take away the Phoenix Clan's source of rebirth.
This further fueled the Phoenix Clan's desire to control those tribes among the beast races that possessed the ability to fly, exacerbating the conflict with the Qilin Clan.
On the lands controlled by the Qilin clan, they were even more active, instigating smaller clans that were dependent on the Qilin clan to fight for territory.
They fight for resources and then direct the blame to the Dragon or Phoenix Clan; or they disguise themselves as spies of the Dragon or Phoenix Clan, deliberately leaving traces to create a tense atmosphere.
These methods are like constantly scattering sparks on a dry pile of firewood.
However, this was not Luo's most insidious tactic. He knew that external provocations were ultimately limited; only by dismantling from within could the accumulated karma and malevolent energy be truly unleashed.
Therefore, at certain crucial moments, Luo Hou would even personally take action, using his supreme demonic powers to traverse the void.
Silently, they planted demonic seeds in the high-ranking elders, powerful warriors, and even some weak-willed members of the royal family among the three races who were hot-tempered, ambitious, or dissatisfied with their current status!
This demonic seed is formless and intangible, extremely difficult to detect, and lurks deep within the minds of living beings.
It does not directly control the mind, as that would be easily detected by a powerful being.
Instead, it will subtly amplify the greed, anger, jealousy, arrogance, and murderous intent in their hearts! It will make them more extreme in handling disputes, more risky in making decisions, and less able to resist temptations!
At the same time, Luo further stirred up the evil energy of the Demon Abyss, which seeped into the areas where the three races frequently clashed through hidden channels such as the earth's veins and celestial phenomena.
Although these demonic energies are thin, they can continuously erode the minds of both sides in the battle, making them more frenzied and bloodthirsty in the killing, and the accumulated resentment and evil aura become more intense. These are exactly the nourishment that the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation craves the most!
Under the catalysis of these multiple means, the relationship between the three races, which were already fraught with conflicts over resources, territory, and fortune, deteriorated rapidly!
Border skirmishes escalated rapidly from small-scale scout clashes to organized legion battles! Rivers were stained red, forests were burned, and the sky was covered with the feathers of battle and the light of supernatural powers.
The death toll continued to rise, the snowball of hatred grew larger and larger, and the malevolent energy of the Great Calamity became increasingly intense at a visible speed, shrouding the entire prehistoric world in a somber and oppressive atmosphere.
Among these three clans, the Phoenix Clan is in a slightly better situation.
This is not because Yuanfeng is wiser than Zulong and Shiqilin, but because it benefited from the transaction with Zhenyuanzi that year, in which it exchanged the Lidi Yanguang Banner for the Xiantian Kuzhu.
Yuan Feng had already ordered that the branches of the bitter bamboo be transplanted to the core area of the immortal volcano and several important border outposts.
The pure, calming, and protective aura emanating from the bitter bamboo, to a certain extent, purified and weakened the corrosive effects of the Rahu demon seed and demonic energy.
This allows the Phoenix Clan's high-ranking members to retain a bit more clarity in their decision-making compared to their counterparts in the Dragon and Qilin Clans, and also makes it relatively less likely for their lower-ranking warriors to be completely consumed by the malevolent energy and fall into madness during battles.
Yuan Feng sat atop the Xihuang Palace, overlooking the desolate land below where war was raging. A deep sorrow shrouded her beautiful face.
She could clearly sense that an invisible hand was pulling everything from behind the scenes, constantly pushing the three races toward the abyss of destruction.
"Someone is stirring up trouble in the shadows, profiting from it all," Yuan Feng's voice was cold, tinged with weariness and anger. "Is it that Western demon? Or some other hidden entity?"
She tried to restrain her people, ordering them to avoid large-scale conflicts with the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan as much as possible unless absolutely necessary.
But the results are minimal.
The dragons' domineering invasions and the Qilin clan's xenophobic expansion on the land made it impossible for the Phoenix clan to back down. Often, the conflict was not something she could stop unilaterally.
Moreover, the elders and warriors within the clan who had been subtly influenced by the demonic energy had become more radical and warlike than before, and had many complaints about her "conservative" strategy.
"Alas—" A long sigh echoed in the Xihuang Palace, and a trace of helplessness and determination flashed in Yuan Feng's eyes.
"The conflict between the three races has been sown long ago, and their interests are intertwined, so no single party can stop it on its own."
Even knowing it's a trap, for the survival of the clan and the fate of the Phoenix Clan, this war must be fought!
All she could do was be more cautious, rely on the power of the bitter bamboo to keep the tribe clear-headed as much as possible, be more strategically flexible, and avoid falling into more obvious traps.
At the same time, she also paid more attention to changes in the outside world, especially the attitude of the newly established Wanshoushan Alliance, whose strength was unfathomable.
She knew all too well that in this devastating catastrophe, any powerful external force could be the last straw that broke the camel's back, or—or—the glimmer of hope in the face of despair.
However, the gears of the grand scheme of things, driven by Luo's madness and the irreconcilable contradictions within the three races themselves, continued to turn irreversibly toward all-out war and toward the abyss of immeasurable calamity!
The peaceful atmosphere within Wuzhuang Temple stands in stark and cruel contrast to the increasingly intense murderous aura outside.
The sounds of Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun discussing the Dao seemed all the more precious, yet also all the more insignificant, amidst the escalating bloodshed and chaos of this primordial world. A storm was brewing.