Chapter 2202: Daoist Randeng Faces Nüwa!

Inside the Wāhuánggōng Palace.

Nüwa knew Daoist Randeng had come because of Guichē, and she was somewhat surprised, but she had also heard the news that Changsheng Emperor was about to emerge from seclusion.

"If it's fortune, it won't be disaster; if it's disaster, avoidance is futile!"

"Fuxi leaving was indeed the right choice."

Nüwa murmured just two phrases, then went out to greet Daoist Randeng—Daoist Randeng was an ancient Buddha, and even Nüwa had to bow respectfully to him.

Fuxi's departure now avoided any encounter with Daoist Randeng, and further avoided the impending clash with Ancestor Minghe.

All of this goes beyond what they can currently achieve; there are many more arrangements.

Of course, it all hinges on Guichē!

If Guichē had news, they would certainly know—but the conflict between the Yao Clan and the Wu Clan cannot be settled by just this one statement.

Kunpeng is also a key figure.

No wonder Daoist Randeng came—he knew Nüwa's intentions from the start.

How much can the Yan and Huang Emperors accomplish?

Originally, they thought the two emperors had little contact, but the Yan and Huang Emperors' ability to leverage these events was no lie—they understood the reasons well.

"So it's actually useful?"

"It doesn't matter—these are precisely what they should be doing; you should also arrange things promptly."

They might need to be stopped, but now there's no opportunity—they themselves refuse to accept it, and these people are truly hard to reason with; they already feel they've been thorough.

The key is whether anyone has contacted them—if no one has, why would they change?

"Are you certain?"

"The Wu Clan knows this platform; the Yao Clan must adjust accordingly. In this regard, they cannot change it, nor can they dwell on it."

Daoist Randeng could not possibly be unaware.

All of this relates slightly to what Daoist Randeng had envisioned; moreover, his willingness to change now stems from his own reflections.

The outcome is poorly considered—humanity will never change its mind.

From the beginning, it should have been people from our side who asked—but why would they even look at it this way? This person long knew the reason.

Daoist Randeng said: "Nüwa, you must understand that this choice, compared to what you yourselves could conceive, holds critical weight—they have logic."

Nüwa looked at Daoist Randeng with a bitter smile.

Since his ascension to sainthood, all sorts of problems have arisen—including those involving the Yao Clan.

The Yao Clan's affairs are indeed troublesome, but not so dire as to require change; moreover, what the Yao Clan currently knows cannot possibly reveal this point, forcing a reevaluation.

Either arrange it properly, or seize this moment to change course and ask.

These matters—whether Yao Clan or other issues—they have never known, and while some things are acceptable, they themselves remain unaware.

Nüwa said: "The Yao Clan and the Wu Clan cannot coexist!"

"Not necessarily."

"Daoist Randeng, what do you mean by that?"

"Guichē made a mistake."

Daoist Randeng narrowed his eyes at her and said: "Mistakes must be paid for—not only Guichē, but the Yao Clan must pay the price too."

Nüwa, watching Daoist Randeng's expression, felt a chill run through her—if the Yao Clan must pay the price, it surely isn't just a surface statement.