Chapter 1948: A Single Thread of Hongmeng Purple Qi Is Enough to Erase Everything!

Di Jiang took the small white ball from Luo Fu's hand, stared at it again and again, but saw nothing special about it.

However, Zhu Jiuyin, Sister Houtu, and Sister Xuanming each took one down as well.

Every one of the Twelve Ancestral Wushu who came to Penglai Immortal Island, and every outsider besides them, received one—Luo Fu had prepared abundantly.

"Saint Luo Fu, how do you use this?" Sister Xuanming peered left and right, still unable to grasp its secret.

The small ball in Di Jiang's hand looked no different from the others, yet he seemed to sense its hidden mechanism.

"Saint Luo Fu, please teach us."

"I will teach you only once—use it well."

Upon hearing Luo Fu's words, all the Ancestral Wushu rushed over, scanning everywhere and gathering around him; though the Celestial Pillar Xuanwu kept moving, they stood perfectly steady on its shell, unaffected by any obstruction.

Luo Fu demonstrated once, then had Zhu Jiuyin toss the nearby ball downward—it fired a seven-colored signal.

The signal lit up the entire area and pointed clearly in a direction.

"This is excellent!"

At the sudden sight of such a dazzling display, even Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming couldn't help but scream.

If they truly saw this emergency signal, the Twelve Ancestral Wushu would surely rush to the same spot, and the direction would guide them step by step.

"Good, let's go together!"

"Exactly—Saint Luo Fu gave us something so useful; there must be a way for him to lead us out."

The status of the Ten Sacred Roots was vague; everyone present except Luo Fu knew little about them.

Even if they hadn't clearly understood the matter of the Ten Sacred Roots, they had gradually come into contact with them, so now they could only proceed this way.

Of course, dealing with the Ten Sacred Roots was merely the only method they had thought of so far.

"Can we even find the Ten Sacred Roots?"

"It depends on fate!"

"I only know that if you have fate with the Ten Sacred Roots, they will come to you; if you lack fate, even face-to-face, you cannot grasp them."

Whether one has fate or not is not up to them—it depends only on whether anyone now understands what they truly are.

Of course, the battle between the Wu Clan and the Yao Clan manifests not only in combat strength, but also in the weapons and all other tools they possess.

The only point is that if they proceed this way now, they may also be seeking other solutions.

"Alright!"

"But the Yao Clan has arrived too; when the time comes, we cannot possibly avoid them, and even if we tried, someone would still come personally."

The Yao Clan and the Wu Clan are eternal enemies—this feud cannot be resolved; countless lives lie between them!

The countless sentient beings of Honghuang each have limited probability of appearing, but if Luo Fu wished, he could extract them all one by one—even enable them to attain Dao and become Sages.

From this, it is clear that the tasks before us are indeed immense.

"It's rare that you're willing to act!"

"Saint Luo Fu has already guided us—if we don't act now, things will become even worse."