Chapter 581: Luo Fu

Luo Fu nodded; he never brought up matters he wasn't certain of.

"As long as you're certain, as long as you're certain—so long as you can do it, no matter how long it takes, Pingxin is willing to wait."

Pingxin Niangniang spoke incoherently, her tone brimming with excitement.

To Pingxin Niangniang, this news mattered more than all her previous gains combined.

The other Ancestral Wus meant more to Pingxin Niangniang than anything else.

If reviving the other Ancestral Wus required her own life, she would not hesitate.

"So, does the Daoist have the essence-blood of the other Ancestral Wus?"

Luo Fu reminded her again.

"I have them, I have them—Daoist, please wait a moment."

Hearing Luo Fu's reminder, Pingxin Niangniang calmed slightly.

She raised her right hand and gestured lightly behind her.

Beneath the Six Paths Wheel, a small space opened, and eleven porcelain vials filled with essence-blood appeared before Luo Fu.

During the ancient War between the Wus and the Yaos, the eleven Ancestral Wus had foreseen something, and each left their essence-blood within the Six Paths realm.

They did so in case of disaster, so that Pingxin Niangniang could use these essence-bloods to cultivate new strong ones for the Wu clan.

Over the years, Pingxin Niangniang had also gathered much more essence-blood left behind by the other Ancestral Wus after their deaths.

Thus, she still retained a considerable amount of the other Ancestral Wus' essence-blood.

"All the essence-blood of my brothers and sisters that Pingxin could collect is here. If it's not enough, I'll find ways to gather more."

Pingxin Niangniang looked at Luo Fu, her expression suddenly tense, afraid he would say it wasn't enough.

Fortunately, Luo Fu did not disappoint her.

"More than enough—one drop is all I need."

Luo Fu's right hand gestured lightly toward the eleven porcelain vials; one drop of essence-blood flew from each, then was absorbed into the Chaos Pearl.

To revive the other eleven Ancestral Wus.

It was not as simple as reviving Houtu.

Houtu had never truly died—only her body was destroyed.

Thus, reviving Houtu required only the formation of a new Great Wu body for her.

The other eleven Ancestral Wus were dead beyond any possibility of return.

Reviving them was no trivial matter.

The eleven Ancestral Wus were no ordinary beings; to revive them—even with Luo Fu's power—required careful preparation in advance.

Upon hearing Luo Fu say only one drop was needed, Pingxin Niangniang exhaled in relief, her taut heart loosening.

With Pingxin Niangniang's Dao heart, ordinary matters could never make her so agitated.

The life and death of the other Ancestral Wus mattered too deeply to her.

On this matter, even the smallest thing could stir her emotions.

After collecting the essence-blood of the eleven Ancestral Wus, Luo Fu's purpose in the Underworld was essentially fulfilled.

Since his purpose was complete, Luo Fu had no intention of lingering.

Of course, Luo Fu left so quickly because Pingxin Niangniang's emotions were now wildly unstable.

She was being extraordinarily cautious with him.

Such a Pingxin Niangniang, Luo Fu did not wish to face.

"Pingxin Niangniang, my purpose in the Underworld is complete—I shall not stay longer. Sun Wukong is entrusted to your care. Also, please exert extra effort to conceal this secret."

Luo Fu warned her, seemingly understanding her thoughts; after speaking, he added:

"Please remain calm and wait. When I have good news, I will notify you at once—it won't be long."