Deep within the wreckage of the World-Severing Abyss, inside a hastily carved-out cave abode.
Hongchu was still rambling on.
"You didn't see it! When that old bastard Heavenly River blew himself up, his face was longer than a donkey's! And what did it accomplish? Not a damn thing!"
"And that Chaotic Ancient ran faster than anyone! Wasn't his axe supposed to split heaven and earth? Looks to me like it was made specifically for carving out escape routes."
The more he talked, the more excited he became, as though he had personally beaten those people all over again.
Cang Xuan, Taichu, and the others sat nearby, smiling as they listened to his one-man storytelling performance.
The battle at the World-Severing Abyss had indeed been satisfying.
After this defeat, the Rebel-Suppression Alliance would surely not dare attack them again.
For the first time since arriving in this Hongmeng Universe, they had truly held their heads high and breathed freely.
"That's enough, Fellow Daoist Hongchu." Watching him get carried away with himself, Houtu could not help interrupting.
"Stop boasting. We were all watching."
Although she was smiling too, a lingering trace of worry remained between her brows.
"We're safe now, but what about Fellow Daoist Pangu and the others?"
Houtu's voice was quiet, but it instantly chilled the cheerful atmosphere inside the cave abode.
Hongchu's laughter caught in his throat.
That was right.
The eleven of them had gathered together, with Zhou Ming, a Unity Realm cultivator, holding the fort. Naturally, they feared no challenge.
But more than a hundred fellow Daoists had left the Eternal Dao Realm.
Aside from them, over a hundred others were still scattered across the Hongmeng Universe, their whereabouts unknown.
Now, the Rebel-Suppression Alliance had suffered a tremendous loss at Zhou Ming's hands. Its backbone had