Chapter 2008

But Hong Yun couldn't feel the slightest joy.

The one thread of Hongmeng purple qi on her body was easy to cultivate, but unfortunately, it brought her far more misfortune than benefit.

Fortunately, with the help of Luo Fu and the Wu clan, Hong Yun escaped Kun Peng's harm.

Hong Yun still didn't understand why Kun Peng would do such a thing—was it merely because he was denied a seat during the lecture at Zixiao Palace, causing Kun Peng to lose face?

Even if that were truly the case, Kun Peng could have reasoned with him instead of coming outright to assassinate him.

Hong Yun was deeply frustrated!

With her current temperament, she might no longer be suited to venture out—the world on the surface, and the Honghuang realm, were especially chaotic.

If Luo Fu hadn't arrived in time to rescue her last time in Huoyun Cave, she would long ago have become a mound of yellow earth, scattered and gone within the Honghuang.

Hong Yun knew his own limits, so he had never attempted such a thing—but what they needed to know, they now could not change.

What Kun Peng did was none of his concern; moreover, what truly mattered now was connecting with the current state of the Honghuang.

Even if the Yao clan demanded Kun Peng come to apologize, Hong Yun himself could never do such a thing.

This was Kun Peng's power!

Everything within the Yao Court was merely what had been anticipated—he could achieve this because they had already considered many factors.

Even if they hadn't clarified it back then, now that it's clear, it's the same.

He already knew everything about Nanji Xianweng and Jin Ling Shengmu; moreover, the Nine-Headed Bird Gui Che knew every detail of what had transpired on Ling She Island.

"It seems the Yao clan's destiny has run its course!"

Hong Yun sighed silently—his cultivation had remained merely superficial; this thread of Hongmeng purple qi had brought him no benefit whatsoever.

Instead, it left him feeling powerless—did he truly have to go find Luo Fu first?

At this moment, only Luo Fu could truly act.

And Luo Fu was on Penglai Immortal Island—the things on Penglai Immortal Island were truly peculiar compared to past events—did they need to know the location of Penglai Immortal Island?

It seemed what needed to be done had to be done—they had already guessed as much themselves.

"I wonder if I can still make it in time for the last ferry to Penglai Immortal Island?" Hong Yun murmured to himself.

Her wounds had nearly healed; she still knew that what Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang had told her was indeed connected to what had been anticipated.

Was it truly the same at Zixiao Palace?

Once the information from Zixiao Palace spread, it would not be good for them.

But if they had truly acted that way back then, the internal impact on Zixiao Palace would have been immense—could they really solve only the surface effects?

Thinking of this, Hong Yun fell silent.

She naturally understood how great a benefit Zixiao Palace's lectures had been to her, and her wisdom had been shaped entirely by Hongjun's teachings there.