Deep within the wreckage of the World-Breaking Abyss, in a cave dwelling hastily carved out for shelter.
Hongchu was still talking nonstop.
"You should've seen old Heavenly River when he blew himself up! His face was as long as a donkey's! And what did it get him? Not a damn thing!"
"And that Luangu ran faster than anyone. Wasn't his axe supposed to cleave heaven and split earth? Far as I could tell, it was made for cutting escape routes."
He grew more animated as he spoke, as though he had personally beaten them all over again.
Cangxuan, Taichu, and the others sat nearby, smiling as they listened to his one-man performance.
The battle at the World-Breaking Abyss had been a satisfying one.
After that defeat, the Rebel-Slaying Alliance surely wouldn't dare attack them again.
For the first time since arriving in the Primordial Universe, they could truly hold their heads high.
"That's enough, Hongchu," Houtu said, unable to keep from interrupting when she saw how carried away he was.
"Stop boasting. We were all there."
She wore a smile too, but a trace of worry lingered between her brows.
"We're safe now, but what about Pangu and the others?"
Houtu had not spoken loudly, yet the cheerful mood in the cave dwelling chilled at once.
Hongchu's laughter caught in his throat.
She was right.
The eleven of them had gathered together, with Zhou Ming of the Unity Realm among them. Naturally, they feared no challenge.
But more than a hundred fellow cultivators had left the Eternal Dao Realm.
Aside from them, over a hundred were still scattered across the Primordial Universe, their whereabouts unknown.
The Rebel-Slaying Alliance had suffered a devastating loss at Zhou Ming's hands. Its backbone had been broken.
Once those Great Luo True Realm cultivators, their