Chapter 3211: Cursed by Lingering Thoughts!

Upon careful thought, it seemed they had truly changed.

"Let's wait until Nüwa Holy Person returns, then we'll take the Chaos Eight Trigrams Tower."

"How much longer do we have to wait!"

"I'll hurry them along."

They weren't sure whether to go over, but if they waited much longer, they might not even know why this much time had passed.

"Fine!"

"You must act quickly."

The Peacock Great Immortal had also come.

He was different from other Great Luo Immortals, for the Peacock Great Immortal had to consider other matters first, and this was indeed rare for them.

Of course, the Peacock Great Immortal's willingness to aid the demonic race had its reasons.

"I heard Kunpeng and Yunzhongzi have been lingering around Bombarding Lingshan?" asked the Peacock Great Immortal.

"That's right."

"Your Demon Emperor is so magnanimous—Bombarding Lingshan was always the demonic race's land. Why let Kunpeng wander freely within it?"

The Peacock Great Immortal wanted to understand what exactly lay within Bombarding Lingshan.

He wanted to cultivate!

Now that he could no longer cultivate near the Witch Clan, what of the demonic race? They must have a place to cultivate—different places offer different choices.

The demonic race was perfect for him!

Even Ancestor Minghe might not know, so he came himself.

"To be honest, we don't know what Kunpeng truly intends, but many of Bombarding Lingshan's secret passages were designed by Kunpeng…"

Seeing Donghuang Taiyi's slightly embarrassed face, the Peacock Great Immortal finally understood.

Even if Kunpeng and Yunzhongzi stayed in Bombarding Lingshan for their entire lives, they might still never find the person.

"Alright."

"No matter what, since we've promised, we will see it through to the end!"

"Thank you!!"

The demonic race hadn't had anyone come to help in a long time; just having demonic race members show up was already more than enough.

Based on this, the more they understood, the less likely Daoist Randeng would leave.

"Why not bring Daoist Randeng and the Western Two Holy Ones here? The demonic race could then expand its influence enough—perhaps you'll succeed?"

"But…"

Why Daoist Randeng?

Donghuang Taiyi also wanted to ask: now that Daoist Randeng's matter was not just them watching others, but everyone watching Daoist Randeng to see whether he was truly worthy of great responsibility.

Zhao Gongming wanted to help them.

That was because of their shared time on Gai Jiuyou.

They had considered matters on Gai Jiuyou quite thoroughly.

"You truly can accept this?"

"Yes!"

"Then will you help? If you're willing to help now, for Gai Jiuyou, they've always known, and they've always understood."

"Agreed!"

Through this, they might now change their minds.

Simply raising these points, they themselves knew well—doing things this way, internal conflict among these people was the same.

Beyond this matter, they themselves understood well enough.

"Say more?"

"Impossible! We must not bring this up again!"

Daoist Randeng did not trouble Ancestor Minghe—not because he didn't want to, but because he had more important matters to attend to now.

As for dealing with Ancestor Minghe, that could only come after finishing this task.

"You want to deal with Ancestor Minghe?"

"No!"

"But your actions now are exactly that—do you think they'll still come? And do you want them to join the demonic race or the Witch Clan?"

Zhao Gongming's question left him flustered.

"None of this is your concern!"