When the two Daoists Yu heard the old Daoist's words, they could not help praising it as a good idea.
Back when the Six Sects had attacked Light Capital, they had also planned to rescue these two and had prepared several magic artifacts for the purpose, though nothing ultimately came of it. Light Capital's arrangements were certainly different from two hundred years ago, but some things were still worth trying.
These two had been imprisoned for so long that, in their view, they must have been full of resentment and thinking at every moment of taking revenge on the Hao Clan. Releasing them would be just the thing to use them to tie down the people below.
Whether it worked or not, it was worth a try.
As for whether they would be slain by those guarding the place while doing the tying down, that was none of their concern.
Their willingness to rescue the two already counted as fulfilling the fellowship owed to fellow cultivators, as doing all that benevolence and righteousness required. As for what came after, each would submit to fate; it was no longer their business.
Yet accomplishing this would not be so easy.
While they had been speaking just now, they had already tried sensing the situation. They found that the purple qi blanketing the sky above Light Capital looked like no more than a thin layer, but was in fact lofty and remote, deep and immeasurable—something that could not possibly be breached at will. The reason they had been willing to talk for so long was also because of this.
If they could not even get past this obstacle, how could they speak of releasing the two?
After pondering for a moment, the Daoist in black robes said, "Why not use the Blackgold Heavenly