Chapter 1917

The only thing that can control Luo Fu is the Multiverse Chat Group.

Luo Fu also learned of the Multiverse Chat Group's upgrade, and one of its upgrade points made it clear: besides allowing him to gather intelligence from within the Primordial Chaos, it also warned him not to mess things up.

He must not allow the balance between the Wu Clan and the Yao Clan to be disrupted too severely.

This is why Luo Fu now finds the Multiverse Chat Group so tedious since its restoration.

"If it weren't forbidden, I would have leveled the Yao Clan to the ground!"

Luo Fu muttered silently; only Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming, who stood closer by, heard him.

Sister Houtu's heart skipped a beat!

With Luo Fu's current cultivation base and his status in the Primordial Chaos, eradicating the Yao Clan would be as easy as flipping his hand—but why hasn't he done it?

Yet he thought about it for only an instant, then immediately dispelled the thought.

Because he knew he couldn't do it now!

"What's wrong, Sister Houtu?"

Sister Xuanming asked: "Did you cultivate too hastily just now? Are you unwell?"

Sister Xuanming was genuinely envious of Sister Houtu; moreover, the time Sister Houtu received direct guidance from Luo Fu was growing longer, while even her own time with him was shrinking—Sister Houtu's talent was something they could never envy enough.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Wus, Sister Houtu was indeed exceptionally strong.

No matter what abilities the Twelve Ancestral Wus possessed, they could do whatever they wished.

"Looks like it's not a big problem."

"Right, let's resume cultivating quickly—now, the Xuanming Bone Arrow's power has already surpassed my own cultivation base!"

"Naturally."

How powerful is the Xuanming Bone Arrow? They had already seen it; Gonggong and Zhurong couldn't elaborate, but Sister Xuanming and Sister Houtu could explain clearly.

Qiangliang was also here.

"What did Rushou say?"

"Even if we follow Elder Hongyun and protect him, he still needs to cultivate himself—he must enter seclusion—so we cannot stay by his side forever."

Rushou knew only this: whatever Luo Fu assigned him to do, he must accomplish it.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Wus, he was the most suitable candidate, but there was one matter that required careful consideration.

"Luo Fu the Saint is calling for you."

Upon hearing Gonggong's words, Rushou hurried over and indeed saw Luo Fu seated on the throne in the grand hall.

"Elder Luo Fu, I heard you wished to see me?"

"I'll tell you something—listen all of you—it concerns the Yao Clan."

The intelligence Luo Fu gathered had converged into a critical point within the Multiverse Chat Group: the Yao Clan had agreed on whom to seek.

Luo Fu shared this information to ensure Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin were prepared.

Only when the Wu Clan was ready could the Yao Clan's actions mean nothing—they could not even get close.

"The Yao Clan has sent emissaries to Bombarding Lingshan, seeking the Western Two Saints to back them."

"Feilian and Jimeng have also departed for Huoyun Cave to find Hongyun, hoping he will forgive the Yao Clan and reach an accord with them."

After Luo Fu revealed these two points, the fury of the Twelve Ancestral Wus was obvious.

No matter how the Wu Clan planned to act, since Luo Fu had spoken this plainly, he would offer them a word of advice.