To be honest, given how things had come to this, Wu Jiu felt that if even the Second Hall and Third Hall were reduced to cannon fodder, then Yanluo Hall was basically finished.
If even they had to become cannon fodder, those beneath them would be cannon fodder among cannon fodder.
Besides, Wu Jiu might not be willing to serve as cannon fodder. He was the Third Hall; he had endured thousands of years. And now they expected him to die?
Not a chance!
If even Wu Jiu felt that way, then Jiu You would feel it all the more.
Moreover, he had been the first to suspect something was wrong with the First Hall. Wu Jiu had probably already begun to harbor suspicions himself.
"Have the people below sound things out first. If there are no problems, get hold of the rules as soon as possible—the more, the better. That way, no matter how the situation changes, we can still secure a place for ourselves."
When Yin Mang returned to his Dao Palace in the Western Territory, a massive light screen appeared before him. Within it lay a withered world, stripped of all the vitality it once held.
"Master, everything has been arranged."
No voice came from within, but Yin Mang still stood respectfully to one side and reported in a measured tone.
"I let the Heavenly Dao Sect know about the three thousand rules. With my senior uncle's youngest disciple setting a precedent, those four fellows are probably having other ideas now."
"I also brought up the matter of Hanyu, that Heavenly Dao puppet. They should come up with a countermeasure too."
"As for our side, I've already had the Second and Third Halls send people to scour the Central Continent for those three thousand rules."
Only then