Chapter 2426: Sister Houtu Changed!

"I cannot interfere with their choices; every living being in the Primordial Chaos has their own path. If Yunxiao does not wish to leave, I cannot force him."

Sister Houtu understood, but she still wanted to try, for she believed Yunxiao could not possibly die so easily.

Sister Xuanming and Sister Houtu knew why Yunxiao entered Gai Jiuyou—he sought to escape the chaos of the Primordial Chaos and to find a way to save it.

But he had been inside for hundreds of years; had the Wu Clan not possessed a powerful intelligence network that confirmed Yunxiao had not perished in Gai Jiuyou, Sister Houtu would have thought him dead.

"Things cannot be forced, Sister Houtu. You and Sister Xuanming must also learn this truth."

Luo Fu spoke, then dismissed them.

After leaving the great hall, Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang had just returned; seeing the two with heads hung low, they walked in and asked, "What happened?"

"What happened?"

Sister Houtu grabbed Di Jiang's sleeve and said, "Big brother, can you help me? Yunxiao is truly one of my closest friends—I don't want him to die, I want him to live!"

Di Jiang froze.

He seemed to understand who Sister Houtu meant by Yunxiao.

"If even the Holy One Luo Fu cannot help, what can the Twelve Ancestral Spirits of the Wu Clan do? Don't do anything foolish—don't throw your life away pointlessly!"

Zhu Jiuyin added beside him, "Little sister, both of you must remember this: our Wu Clan must never die without purpose!"

"If we must die, let it be in battle against the Demon Clan!"

Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming nodded simultaneously, yet their moods remained deeply low.

When they returned to their quarters, Sister Xuanming glanced at the Qiankun Ding in her hand and thought of a solution.

"How about this? The Holy One Luo Fu never said Yunxiao has no chance at all—we can send him that sliver of hope, so he can defend himself!"

"What do you mean?"

Sister Houtu's eyes instantly lit up as she stared at Sister Xuanming, who pointed to the Qiankun Ding and the Huantian Mirror beside Sister Houtu.

"No!"

Sister Houtu knew well: if they truly gave the Qiankun Ding and the Huantian Mirror to Yunxiao, their master would surely suffer, and they would plunge into irrevocable ruin.

All beings in the Primordial Chaos knew the Qiankun Ding and the Huantian Mirror were in the hands of the Wu Clan—that was why the Wu Clan could preserve its strength.

The Huantian Mirror's counter, the Potian Hammer, was in the hands of Jin Ling Holy Mother, who had claimed it as her own; Hong Yun also stood with Jin Ling Holy Mother. Thus, the Wu Clan was certain: as long as Jin Ling Holy Mother held firm, the Huantian Mirror had no rival.

In other words, the Wu Clan could use the Huantian Mirror to trap and kill these people outright.

Sister Xuanming said, "You still have some sense."

"In the past, you would never have said no—you'd have been thinking only of how to rescue Yunxiao from his plight. Now you prioritize the Wu Clan. I'm glad."

Sister Houtu glared at Sister Xuanming. "How can you joke about such things?"

"Fine, sorry—I was just speaking carelessly. The Huantian Mirror must never leave the Wu Clan. That is an unbreakable law."

Luo Fu could no longer aid the Wu Clan in any way. The Wu Clan had already gained advancement; the Twelve Ancestral Spirits had obtained what they desired.

That was enough!

The Twelve Ancestral Spirits were content with their current state. As long as the Demon Clan did not come, they would not go.