Chapter 2185: It

Gonggong had slowly regained his composure regarding the Illusionary Mirror; his inner demon was Zhurong—if Zhurong stirred within, he himself would also be shaken.

Gonggong was extremely anxious, but the more anxious he became, the more he could not escape the Illusionary Mirror.

He did not know that he was the only one still trapped—if he knew, the situation would only grow more complicated and worse.

Luo Fu frowned deeply.

On this side, Xuanming had intended to use her abilities to aid Gonggong, but the Qiankun Cauldron in her hands refused to obey her; she could not activate it at all.

"Stop wasting your effort."

"I have said it before: only Zhurong can help Gonggong overcome this crisis—even Gonggong himself cannot escape it; this is his inner demon."

With Luo Fu's words, everyone gave up their thoughts.

Everyone could see that they must tread carefully in this matter.

Moreover, they were willing to act this way only because they understood the reason—some things they could do were precisely because this was the only point of contact.

"No problem!"

"You must find a way to explain—if there were no way now, it wouldn't have come to this…"

Zhurong arrived riding the Celestial Pillar Xuanwu; only the Celestial Pillar Xuanwu allowed him to evade so many demonic beast attacks—these corrupted beasts were extremely powerful.

Even Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun might not have escaped; Zhurong's survival was already a miracle.

When Zhurong arrived, his lips were already black.

Houtu anxiously asked: "Saint Luo Fu, do you still have any antidote? Brother Zhurong's lips are black—he's clearly deeply poisoned…"

"Take it."

Luo Fu directly tossed the pill to Houtu, who immediately gave it to Zhurong.

"Thank you, Saint Luo Fu."

After speaking, Zhurong immediately swallowed it; the next moment, his lips slowly began to change from black to a healthy red.

Luo Fu's antidote pill was this effective!

Di Jiang stared at Luo Fu in surprise—did they all take the same antidote pill?

Luo Fu said: "Zhurong, I entrust Gonggong's matter to you—you are his inner demon; you know how to shatter his inner demon and restore him to normal."

Luo Fu said nothing else, but urged Zhurong to get straight to the point.

If Gonggong breaks free of the Illusionary Mirror's inner demon, then all Twelve Ancestral Wus can use the Illusionary Mirror—it is a magic treasure of the Wu clan, possibly their ultimate trump card.

Upon hearing Luo Fu's words, Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang sat up straight at once.

"It's up to you!"

"Big brother, don't worry—I'll go."

At that moment, Zhurong took a deep breath and was immediately drawn in; Zhurong's figure appeared within the Illusionary Mirror.

Luo Fu sighed—Zhurong must shed his own inner demon to help Gonggong, and Zhurong and Gonggong were naturally incompatible as fire and water; only by cooperating could they both escape.

But no one knew whether they would be willing to cooperate—or whether they would remain as mutually hostile as fire and water.

Zhu Jiuyin also realized this.

"Saint Luo Fu, may I ask—if Zhurong and Gonggong refuse to cooperate, will they be trapped forever within the Illusionary Mirror?"

Upon hearing Zhu Jiuyin's words, every face in the room froze instantly—they had not clarified this before sending Zhurong in; it had been a reckless choice.