Chapter 2251: Reluctant Release!

If Peng continues acting this way, he will surely cause many ridicules; Daoist Randeng wished to guide him.

Ancestor Minghe suppressed Daoist Randeng and told him to go ahead first.

"Peng won't listen to us."

"Why?"

Daoist Randeng knew some information could spread through the Honghuang, but not through their own mouths—Peng might have his Gu Ji.

Moreover, on Mount Zhenyao, the Ten Ancient Fiend Beasts are still imprisoned, and their seals still stir restlessly.

Everyone wanted to see exactly what Peng would do.

Peng himself wasn't entirely clear—he felt some things violated his will, but he couldn't articulate why.

Besides, the Red Cloud incident was the spark; he had to handle it with extreme caution.

"This spark, in my view, absolutely must not exist."

"What do you plan to do?"

Yunzhongzi was also giving him advice: since Zhao Gongming had already been captured by Ancestor Minghe, he no longer needed to fear the Three Pure Ones learning of this.

If Peng was willing to cooperate with him, Yunzhongzi had a way to persuade the Ten Ancient Fiend Beasts inside Mount Zhenyao.

Of these Ten Ancient Fiend Beasts, only Zhu Yan had any sense; the rest had none.

Persuading Zhu Yan was equivalent to persuading the rest.

Yunzhongzi's plan sounded good, but he didn't know what would happen next.

And Zhu Yan knew all of this.

"It seems someone wants to use us as stepping stones. If that's truly the case, the Ten Ancient Fiend Beasts aren't mere pretenders—we'll make him pay dearly."

Zhu Yan glared fiercely ahead; Bai Ze and Tian Zhu Xuanwu refused to look.

The Ten Ancient Fiend Beasts would never harm them.

Even if they wanted to harm them, the protective mirrors on their chests would never give them the chance.

"You're quite formidable," Zhu Yan growled.

Hun Dun and Ying Long didn't know what to do—after all, Ying Long was already wounded.

"Let's not go yet. Taotie and Qiongqi have already gone; let's wait a little longer—we still haven't received word on who's coming to Mount Zhenyao."

Ying Long spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jin Wu looked at Ying Long with disdain—he'd suffered only this minor injury and yet spoke such words; it was utterly inappropriate.

"Why are you boosting the enemy's morale and crushing your own?"

"One must act according to one's strength."

Ying Long said: "Do you think our Lock Demon Proofs can be suppressed? The more we move, the more agony we feel—I don't know what Taotie and Qiongqi are doing, but I absolutely won't!"

Even Hun Dun felt Jin Wu was heartlessly unreasonable.

Teng She came directly to tell Zhu Yan that this force was growing stronger—they could no longer resist it, not even if all Ten Ancient Fiend Beasts came together.

"Are we just going to let them go?"

"If you hesitate when you must decide, chaos will follow!"

This was also what Teng She had realized: after being imprisoned for over a thousand years, they knew what mattered most—they would never allow themselves to be threatened.

Though confined in Mount Zhenyao, they weren't entirely without freedom—they were still alive, and as long as they lived, there was hope.

Only by living could they escape!

As long as there was hope, one day they could leave—that had always been their belief. Had Zhu Yan forgotten? Even if Zhu Yan had forgotten, Teng She would make him remember.

How could Zhu Yan forget? He had been imprisoned for over a thousand years—thousands of years could not erase this truth.