Chapter 1965: Deduct 80,000 Points!

The upgrade of the Myriad Worlds chat group gave Luo Fu a brand-new experience, but scanning farther locations required him to spend points.

Luo Fu could afford these points; previously, in the River of Time, earning points had been difficult, but now, in the Primordial Wilderness, it was easy.

"Scan Penglai Immortal Island!"

"Ding! Host, 80,000 points deducted."

Luo Fu winced at the 80,000 points deducted, but compared to the millions he'd lost when he first arrived in the Journey to the West World, this was nothing.

Yet if Luo Fu wanted to reach the next world, he'd need to save ten million points to qualify.

Moreover, his scanning in the Primordial Wilderness was only possible due to the Myriad Worlds chat group's upgrade, granting wide-range scanning; if he didn't upgrade again for a long time, the range would shrink back.

This was why Luo Fu now had to constantly scan everything in the Primordial Wilderness.

Even the Yaos and the Wus had already been scanned, but nothing compared to what lay before them.

Luo Fu sat atop the Celestial Pillar Xuanwu, eyes closed, cultivating tranquility.

Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang saw this and assumed Luo Fu was cultivating, so they didn't disturb him; instead, they told Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming to be careful.

Sister Houtu nodded and said, "Big Brother, the closer we get to Penglai Immortal Island, the more our bodies change."

"What are you feeling?"

"A powerful pull is continuously drawing us inward!"

Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang exchanged glances; they felt nothing like that—only repulsion.

If Luo Fu hadn't given them antidote pills beforehand, and if their cultivation base barriers weren't always active, they'd have been flung back already.

Even so, She Bi Shi's body had undergone drastic changes.

"Use poison!"

"Coating your whole body in poison might help, but be careful—not a single drop must fly off, or you'll be affected."

She Bi Shi did exactly that, coating himself in poison, but Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming felt nothing.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, you're truly being repelled?"

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"Little Sister, your abilities and talents are obvious—so the future of the Twelve Ancestral Wus rests on you!"

Zhu Jiuyin couldn't help but admire Sister Houtu's talent; her gifts were simply too immense, and even in the coming War between Wus and Yaos, they'd protect her fiercely.

As long as Sister Houtu survived, the Twelve Ancestral Wus would one day rise.

What they feared most was if something went wrong and even Sister Houtu vanished, along with Sister Xuanming—that would be the greatest humiliation.

This clearly differed from the present situation, but actually achieving it wouldn't be easy.

Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang exchanged glances, both eyes heavy with gravity.

Luo Fu might help them, but if everything depended on him, the Twelve Ancestral Wus could never grow or stand against the Yaos.

There was a clear distinction, and Luo Fu had warned them before—they'd find a way to think it through.

No matter what they did next, as long as they exhausted every possible solution, everything else would be fine.