Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 506: The Wrath of the Great Wu Race, Kuafu Chases the Suns Across the Sky!

Chapter 506 - 506: The Wrath of the Great Wu Race, Kuafu Chases the Suns Across the Sky!

At this time, the deaths of a large number of ordinary members of the Wu Race stirred the fury of the entire tribe.

Many Great Wu gathered together in a grand meeting.

"Damn it! We can't go on like this! We must slay those ten suns in the sky! If this continues, our Wu Race will suffer massive casualties. I don't even know how many people have already perished from the scorching heat!"

One of the Great Wu shouted angrily, clenching his fists in rage.

Originally, life was peaceful. But suddenly, ten suns appeared in the sky, sharply raising the temperature and drastically altering the environment.

Although such changes meant little to the powerful Great Wu, they were a death sentence for ordinary Wu tribesmen, causing countless deaths and injuries.

If only the Great Wu remained and the ordinary people of the tribe were wiped out, then the entire Wu Race would be doomed. Thus, even the strongest had a duty to protect their kin.

"But how do we kill them?"

Another Great Wu spoke with frustration. "Those ten suns are high above in the sky. We, the Wu Race, do not cultivate supernatural powers or primordial spirits. Unless one reaches the Immemorial Golden Immortal realm, it's nearly impossible to fly."

"No, even if someone could fly, how could they reach the height of the sun? We can't even get near them, so how are we supposed to kill them?!"

He was filled with helplessness, because though the Great Wu possessed vast strength, the distance and elevation of the suns were overwhelming obstacles.

"That's not all. It's said that those ten suns are no ordinary beings. They are the sons of the Heavenly Emperor Donghuang Taiyi from the Monster Race, and they carry divine blood."

Another Great Wu spoke gravely. "If we really go and kill those ten suns, that means slaying the sons of the Heavenly Emperor. Can we truly bear the consequences of such an act?"

To be frank, only two races currently ruled the wild lands: the Monster Race and the Wu Race.

The Monster Race ruled the heavens, while the Wu Race ruled the earth.

If a war broke out between these two great races because of this, then not only the Wu Race would suffer. The land itself would be reduced to ruins, and countless races would be annihilated.

Even the mighty Great Wu could not afford such disastrous consequences.

"So what?!"

One of the more hot-tempered Great Wu roared, "We are the true descendants of Pangu! How can we allow ourselves to be bullied by the Monster Race like this?! How many of our clansmen must die before we act?!"

His eyes were bloodshot with fury. The massive loss of life was not just a number to him—many of the fallen were his descendants.

"You're speaking of consequences, but if we do nothing, we'll be exterminated! Why wait for a war with the Monster Race when we're already on the brink of extinction?!"

"Easier said than done," someone argued back. "Even if the Ancestor Wu don't intervene, which one of us can take down the ten suns in the sky? We can't even get close to them!"

"If we just stand by and watch ordinary people die under this scorching heat, then what's the point of being Great Wu?!"

A heated argument erupted between the Great Wu, each voicing their rage and concerns, no one willing to back down.

"Enough."

Suddenly, a thunderous voice silenced the crowd. Kuafu, the towering Great Wu, stood up. His mere presence radiated overwhelming pressure that immediately calmed the room.

All the Great Wu fell silent. No one dared speak out of turn.

This was Kuafu, one of the most respected figures in the Wu Race. Many of the Great Wu owed him favors. His reputation stood just beneath the Twelve Ancestor Wu.

"Let me speak with the ten Golden Crows," Kuafu said, his eyes gleaming.

"They are the sons of the Heavenly Emperor Donghuang Taiyi, princes of the Monster Race, and must possess some degree of wisdom. If I explain the situation to them, perhaps they will understand the gravity of this matter and refrain from flying across the sky so recklessly. Maybe this crisis can be resolved peacefully."

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"Speak with the Golden Crows?!"

Many of the Great Wu were stunned. They had never considered diplomacy with the Monster Race. In their minds, monsters were beings to fight, not reason with.

But Kuafu's idea wasn't entirely without merit. If successful, it could save the Wu Race and prevent war.

"Kuafu, are you sure this will work? The Golden Crows are royal blood, arrogant and prideful. Will they even listen to us?"

"We'll never know unless we try."

Kuafu stood tall with his hands behind his back. "Let me try first. If that fails, we can consider other options."

"Yes, Kuafu."

The Great Wu all nodded. They acknowledged that if Kuafu's method succeeded, it would save countless lives.

The next day, Kuafu departed from the Wu Tribe, chasing the ten suns that scorched the land.

At that time, the ten Golden Crows soared joyfully through the skies. They had emerged from the Eastern Sea, once again basking the prehistoric world in relentless heat.

From their height, they saw only clouds and endless blue. The lives below were too small to notice—just ants in the dirt.

But Kuafu did not care. He raced across the land like a mighty gale, relentlessly chasing the suns.

He ran through mountains and rivers. The earth trembled beneath his feet.

When tired, he rested briefly, shaking the dust off his shoes, forming towering hills. When hungry, he picked wild fruits, and sometimes cooked meals over giant fires.

He used three stones to set his pot. Those stones, too large for an ordinary man to lift, became massive mountains.

The more he ran, the closer the suns seemed. His heart surged with hope.

But the closer he came, the stronger the suns' heat grew. The power of the Golden Crows was immense. Their blazing presence alone could evaporate the blood of an ordinary Great Wu.

"Almost there... I will catch up soon..."

Yet Kuafu did not lose hope. Instead, his resolve grew stronger. The ten suns blazed ahead, but the distance between them was shrinking. In his heart, he could feel it—he was closing in on the ten Golden Crows, and his moment of triumph was near.