Chapter 1862: Possessing the Primordial Purple Qi

But Luo Fu's sudden appearance made Di Jiang extremely wary.

"No need for subtlety—I now hand over the Axe of Creation to you, hoping to befriend the demon race; if you do not disdain me, I shall settle among your people."

Luo Fu felt that Gao Changhe's appearance had much to do with the return of past avatar projections.

Since his true form is here, he is destined to be aligned with the demon race—those destined to be aligned shall stay.

"That's all?"

"That's all."

Xuanming and Houtu exchanged glances—they never expected that after stepping out for just a moment, they had brought back such a powerful figure from the cave.

Moreover, among the Twelve Ancestral Wus, there existed a psychic link; they had already informed each other that Luo Fu's cultivation base surpassed even their eldest brother, Di Jiang.

Such a powerful figure remaining among the Wu clan brings only benefits, no harm.

Xuanming and Houtu's eyes lit up.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong also clenched their fists—so long as they could defeat the demon race, whoever came was fine.

Hong Yun held the Primordial Purple Qi; that was why Kun Peng had sought to ambush him—but Di Jiang had also said that Luo Fu possessed the Primordial Purple Qi as well.

All of this seemed fated by unseen forces.

The life and death of all ten thousand beings in the Honghuang would be decided in the war between the Wu clan and the demon race.

After a moment of thought, Di Jiang, the Ancestral Wu, exhaled a turbid breath and said: "Lord Luo, please take your seat!"

"Then I shall not be so formal."

Luo Fu sat down with a smile on the seat Di Jiang had vacated—the highest position in the Pangu Hall.

Only Di Jiang and Luo Fu knew of their exchange, and in those two breaths, Di Jiang had lost.

Since Luo Fu declared he would remain among the Wu clan, how could Di Jiang dare not honor him as the foremost guest?

Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and Zhu Jiuyin stared in shock at Di Jiang, but since Di Jiang had already yielded the seat, how could the other Twelve Ancestral Wus say anything else?

Luo Fu's power is so great—he could aid the Wu clan, or he could destroy it and aid the demon race.

Now that Luo Fu says he is destined to be aligned with the Wu clan, it is the destiny of the Twelve Ancestral Wus.

The Axe of Creation has arrived!

The Twelve Ancestral Wus can use the Axe of Creation to elevate their cultivation base—even without Hong Yun's Primordial Purple Qi, they can still crush the demon race.

What of the artifacts held by Dong Huang Tai Yi and Di Jun?

Though the Chaos Bell is powerful, how could it surpass the Axe of Creation? This was Di Jiang's confidence.

After a brief discussion with the Twelve Ancestral Wus, Luo Fu said: "Hong Yun must be rescued—he is also destined to be aligned with the Wu clan; saving him will benefit our clan."

"But when will Kun Peng ambush Hong Yun? We Twelve Ancestral Wus do not know—we cannot watch him constantly?"

"The time is nearly here."

Luo Fu looked to the sky and said: "At Huoyun Cave. If you wish to crush that bald bird, you Twelve Ancestral Wus had best go there now—Tai Yi and Di Jun are also at Huoyun Cave."

"What!"

The Twelve Ancestral Wus all rose from their seats—if Hong Yun were harmed at Huoyun Cave, the Primordial Purple Qi might fall into that bald bird's hands, and that would be no good thing.

"Thank you, Lord Luo, for the warning—we shall depart for Huoyun Cave to save Hong Yun."

Di Jiang spoke, then led the other Ancestral Wus away, leaving Houtu and Xuanming behind to remain by Luo Fu's side in the Pangu Hall.