With everyone's strength greatly increased, the atmosphere inside the cave abode grew considerably lighter.
Hongchu clapped Di Jiang on the shoulder and boasted about his glorious exploits in the battle at the World-Breaking Abyss. Di Jiang clicked his tongue in amazement again and again, regretting that he had missed that triumphant battle that had finally let them hold their heads high.
Taishi, Taiji, and Taisu sat together, exchanging insights on scouring away their shackles. Having just recovered most of their strength, they were once again filled with confidence in the road ahead.
Zhou Ming did not join their celebrations. He walked alone to the edge of the cave abode and gazed out at the vast, boundless golden sea of Fortune.
This Fortune was enough for all the remaining members of their group to recover seventy or eighty percent of their strength.
But it was still not enough.
Their goal was not merely to recover their strength. More importantly, they had to find Pangu, Taiyi, Taichu, and everyone else who was still missing.
The Primordial Universe was too vast. With only the fifteen of them, they were still too few and too weak.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, what are you thinking about?" Houtu walked up beside him and asked softly.
"I'm wondering where Fellow Daoist Pangu and the others could be." Zhou Ming did not turn around.
"We've caused such a commotion. If they've heard the news, they should have come looking for us."
Houtu fell silent for a moment.
"Perhaps they're somewhere too remote for the news to reach them."
"Perhaps they've run into trouble and can't get away."
Zhou Ming nodded.
"We're still not strong enough," Zhou Ming said.
"Not strong enough to stride unchallenged through this Primordial Universe."
"We'll find a way."
"Mm."
Zhou Ming withdrew his