His face grave, Bloodreed didnât retort for a change.
Goldenhowl stopped his tirade at this unusual reaction. In terms of pure strength, the two of them were almost unmatched in the ten tribes. No one stood above them, apart from Forefather Celestial.
Even the second or third forefathers of the celestial tribe were their equal at best.
âOld Blood, what are you thinking about?â inquired the golden demon.
âAlas.â Bloodreed sighed softly. âI feel queasy on this day. I shouldnât have caved in to the pressure and agreed to the battle plans. I had the feeling the celestial tribe was up to no good. I just knew it! And now no one can oppose them anymore. We can only obey like meek little lambs.â
âObey?â His breathing labored, Goldenhowl struggled to stifle his emotions. âWhy should we?â
âDo you think weâre in a position to refuse?â Bloodreed asked quietly.
âWe canât challenge them outright, but we donât have to cooperate, do we? The other tribes must be seething right now. The titan, monster, wood, and yin demons, how many of them do you think are genuinely happy? The shadow, fire, and winged tribes are the only ones without too many complaints.â
âHeh, so what? You think you can start a revolution?â Bloodreed chuckled.
Goldenhowlâs agitation cooled off at the sight of the blood demonâs outward display of nonchalance. Mirroring his counterpart, he too smiled calmly, and murmured seemingly to himself, âWhatâs the hurry? Without a tribe to command, I can throw my lot with anyone. Thereâs no reason for me to be so upset.â
The two old foxes danced around each other, testing and probing again and again.
Bloodreedâs lips curled up in a pensive smile. âOld Golden, I feel apprehensive even now. I fear the bloodshed isnât over yet.â
âHeh, stop indulging in flights of fancy. The human brat is strong, but heâs never acted without a plan. Do you think heâll try to sneak inside our base so far from Winterdraw? Humans donât have that power, nor do they have the mettle.â Goldenhowl still refused to acknowledge Jiang Chenâs worth.
âWho says I was talking about him?â Bloodreed said quietly.
Goldenhowl stared meaningfully at the blood demon, his eyes narrowed into slits. âFellow daoist, what do you mean?â
âHeh, Old Golden, weâre both smart people. You clearly understand me.â Bloodreed retorted, unimpressed. âDonât play dumb if you want an honest talk. If not, the exitâs right over there.â
Goldenhowl froze, his smile gradually vanishing.
âVery well, youâre evidently referring to the celestial tribe. But no matter their faults, they surely wouldnât do anything to us? What would they have to gain by harming us? Do they think they can conquer Divine Abyss by themselves? Thatâs just a dream!â
Bloodreed eyed him deeply, silent for a long moment before he finally sighed. âI see. So youâre not in the know about some things.â
Goldenhowl froze. âAbout what?â
Bloodreed lowered his voice, a hint of fear flash across his face. âI donât think many of us are aware of this secret. I learned of it by accident myself.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â Goldenhowl asked, perplexed. Why was the blood demon looking so serious?
Something vital was at play here, but so what the celestial tribe had a few secrets? They couldnât possibly kill other demons. Wouldnât that be shooting themselves in the foot?
Heâd never entertained the possibility, not unless their brains turned to mush would the celestial tribe do so. For that reason, he sometimes felt emboldened to speak up against them.
Bloodreed took a deep breath and confided in an enigmatic tone, âIâll say it once. Believe me or donât, there wonât be a second time either way.â
âAlright, Iâm listening.â
âThe celestial tribe possesses a mark unique to their bloodline. A secret art is stored inside, called the Celestial Secret Art. It can absorb the bloodlines of the other tribes and merge them with their own. It allows them to steal our cultivation and obtain our abilities.â
âWhat?â Goldenhowl almost lost his voice. âYou mean they can snatch our strength and duplicate our unique traits?â
âCorrect. In fact, all of the other nine tribes descend from theirs. They can take back our bloodlines whenever they want. After a few generations, they can split into different tribes again. Through this cycle of uniting and dividing, they hold the supreme authority of our race firmly in their hands. Surely you understand me now?â
Goldenhowlâs face was twisted in a grimace.
âIs that what you meant when you spoke of bloodshed? You think theyâll kill us to absorb our powers?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âThatâs how it works in theory, at least. Furthermore, their strength will soar once they absorb us, so in the grand scheme of things, the army wonât be too weakened overall,â concluded Bloodreed, his tone sinister.
Goldenhowlâs stiffened. âAnd youâre saying theyâre ready to use it?â
âMost likely. Think about it. The third forefatherâs words were obviously meant to appease us. That old fox is as shrewd as they come. He must have been eyeing us for quite some time.â
âWhat should we do then?â Goldenhowl sprang from his seat, his fury exploding. âWe must contact the other tribes without delay and expose the truth.â
âDo you think theyâll take us at face value?â Bloodreed retorted.
âAre you telling me to sit here and wait for death?â Goldenhowl ranted, pacing around the tent.
âThe smartest option would be to leave this instant and escape far, far away. Out of Divine Abyss altogether, if possible. We should stay forever away. Theyâll hound us as long as we remain in this plane. Their powers exceed our wildest imagination. With the other tribesâ abilities on top of theirs, weâll never know a day of peace until the end of time.â
âWhat are we waiting for then? Letâs move right now!â Goldenhowl was fearless, but to oppose the celestial tribe would be to dig his own grave.
âYeah, we have to go!â Boodreed nodded. But his senses suddenly tingled. Somewhere nearby, people were coming their way.
âSpeak of the devil.â Goldenhowl had also noticed the visitors.