Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 484: The Twelve Ancestor Wu, Competing for the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth!

In the vast Prehistoric World, the homeland of the Wu Race, a powerful group gathered—none other than the legendary Twelve Ancestor Wu.

They were:

Di Jiang, Ancestor of Space

Zhu Jiuyin, Ancestor of Time

Jumang, Ancestor of Wood

Rushou, Ancestor of Metal

Gonggong, Ancestor of Water

Zhu Rong, Ancestor of Fire

Tianwu, Ancestor of Wind

Qiangliang, Ancestor of Thunder

Xizi, Ancestor of Lightning

Shebishi, Ancestor of Weather

Xuanming, Ancestor of Rain

Houtu, Ancestor of Earth and Soil

Among them, Di Jiang served as the leader of the Twelve Ancestor Wu, while Shebishi ranked the lowest.

Just like Taiyi and Dijun, although they had once failed during the first Chaos Genius Battle, they learned from their defeat, rose again, and eventually distinguished themselves in the second battle. In the end, each was accepted as a personal disciple by a God King.

Now, due to a momentous shift within the Prehistoric World, they had returned from Chaos City.

"Elder Brother, the seal of the Prehistoric World will be released in one hundred million epochs," said Gonggong, his tone solemn. "At that time, powerful beings from all the heavens and races will descend upon our world. The Prehistoric World will become a battlefield for all."

"That's right," Zhu Rong added, his eyes gleaming. "These outsiders are ambitious. They're aiming for the Hongmeng Purple Qi and the position of Heaven and Earth's Saint."

"How ridiculous," Rushou sneered. "This land belongs to the Wu Race. How could we let outsiders run rampant? If there is to be a protagonist in the next era, it must be us!"

"We are the true heirs of Pangu," Jumang declared with a heavy voice. "His divine blood flows through our veins. If not us, then who?"

"Whoever dares to steal the title of Heaven and Earth's Protagonist from our Wu Race shall perish," said Xuanming, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"But," Houtu said with concern, "there are countless powerful beings across the heavens. If they invade en masse, even our numbers may not be enough to hold them back."

Indeed, although the Wu Race was native and numerous, against the predatory strength of otherworldly forces, numbers alone might not be enough.

"Don't worry," said Di Jiang, raising his hand. "We have support from the God Kings of the Giant Ax Arena. That arena was created by Father God Pangu himself. As his descendants, we are naturally under their protection."

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"The Giant Ax Arena supports us?" Xizi asked in disbelief.

"Yes, but their support must remain hidden. The gods have their own balance to maintain," Di Jiang explained. "Even if outsiders enter, their numbers will be limited by the Forbidden Laws of the world. We still have the home advantage."

"That's a relief," Houtu nodded, reassured. "If only a few Quasi-Saints arrive, we can manage."

"Our true threat," Zhu Jiuyin warned, "is Sanqing. They are the personal disciples of the City Lord, and they've already reached the Saint Realm. They were born in the Prehistoric World and face no restrictions. Now they've established a sect, likely aiming to dominate this land."

"They must be watched," Gonggong agreed. "They are not the only ones. In the West, Zhunti and Jieyin have founded the Buddhist Sect, teaching all without discrimination."

"No matter," said Di Jiang. "They're only building sects, not races. Only a race can become the true protagonist and control the destiny of the world. Besides, the Western Region is far from our territory. There's little risk of contact in the short term."

"Still," he added, "we should not provoke them. If they align with other races, it could harm our cause. For now, it's best to maintain good relations with Sanqing, Zhunti, and Jieyin."

"Agreed," the other Ancestor Wu nodded. "We must first develop our race. Only a powerful Wu Race can become the protagonist of this world."

"If Father God Pangu were still alive..." Xizi said wistfully.

"He is," Di Jiang replied firmly. "Our master said Father God was gravely wounded during the Opening of the Heavens, his source damaged by the Doomsday Tribulations. To save him, the City Lord merged of his true spirits Father God Pangu into the River of Time and Space. He is still healing. In the future, he shall return."

"Is that true?! I knew he wouldn't fall so easily!"

"No one knows when he'll return," Di Jiang said. "Even the God Emperors don't know. Only the City Lord might."

"In any case," Rushou said, "speculating is pointless. We must focus on strengthening the Wu Race."

"Indeed. If we become the protagonists of this world, the Hongmeng Purple Qi will pour into us, and we will all become Saints!"

"Twelve Ancestor Wu as Saints," Jumang laughed. "That would make us one of the peak races of the heavens!"

"And we can even summon Pangu's True Body, rivaling the power of Saints. Even now, we don't fear ordinary Saints!"

"In short," Di Jiang concluded, "expand the Wu Race, grow our strength, and claim every inch of this boundless land."

The Twelve Ancestor Wu's eyes burned with ambition. The future of the Prehistoric World—no, the entire cosmos—might just belong to them.