Pingxin's Decision

As the Golden Light faded, everything returned to calm.

In the center of Pangu Hall's great hall, only Zhou Ming remained, standing quietly.

He could clearly feel a vast and boundless power of origin, born from the same source as himself yet bearing an utterly different imprint, rapidly merging with his body.

Wu's memories, Wu's Dao, and Wu's protection of the Human Clan all became the purest nourishment at this moment, pushing Zhou Ming's origin to an unprecedented height.

His cultivation, which had already touched the threshold of the Hunyuan Infinite Grand Unity Golden Immortal, had now taken another great step closer to that insurmountable chasm.

Zhou Ming slowly raised his hand and looked at the empty space before him, where Wu's final aura seemed to still linger.

After a long while, Zhou Ming spoke to that empty space.

"Fellow cultivator, wait for me."

"I will pull you out of the River of Time."

Having said that, he did not linger. He turned and walked toward a Quiet Room deep within the great hall.

He could feel that the door leading to the Hunyuan Infinite Grand Unity Golden Immortal had already opened a crack for him.

This time, in seclusion, he was absolutely certain that he could take that final step.

Rumble.

The stone door of the Quiet Room slowly shut, sealing everything outside.

At the same time.

Inside another Quiet Room in Pangu Hall.

Houtu sat cross-legged, an earthen-yellow glow of Laws circulating around her and enveloping her entire body.

Within the sea of consciousness of her Primordial Spirit, a wisp of Remnant Soul so weak it was nearly transparent was carefully wrapped and nourished by her gentlest power of origin.

It was Pingxin.

Even under Houtu's full effort to nourish it, that wisp of Remnant Soul remained dim,