Pangu Hall.
Inside the towering, ancient hall, Zhou Ming slowly opened his eyes. His deep gaze seemed to pierce through endless spacetime.
At his side, Houtu, Dijiang, and Zhujiuyin also awoke from meditation at nearly the same time.
"Big Brother, your calculations were truly accurate."
"He really came again."
A trace of emotion appeared on Houtu's beautiful face.
A playful look also surfaced on Dijiang's bold face.
"The Immortal Slaying Formation was broken, and his disciples were about to be slaughtered to the last. It would be strange if he didn't come."
Zhujiuyin let out a soft sigh.
"Even the dignity of a Sage ultimately cannot withstand the survival of one's Dao tradition."
Zhou Ming's expression did not change in the slightest. He merely spoke calmly.
"Dijiang, go and bring him in."
"Yes, Big Brother."
Dijiang acknowledged him. His figure blurred, and he vanished from the great hall.
Outside Pangu Hall.
A streak of azure sword light tore through the void and landed before the hall, revealing the figure of Sect Master Tongtian.
As soon as he stopped, the heavy doors of Pangu Hall silently opened, and Dijiang walked out.
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, Big Brother has been waiting for you inside for quite some time."
Sect Master Tongtian looked at Dijiang. His emotions were complicated, but he solemnly cupped his hands in salute.
"Sorry for the trouble, fellow Daoist."
Inside the great hall, Zhou Ming, Houtu, and Zhujiuyin all turned their gazes toward him.
Sect Master Tongtian forcibly suppressed the myriad thoughts in his heart, stepped forward, and saluted everyone.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists."
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, there's no need for such formality. Please sit."
After Tongtian sat down, Zhou Ming skipped all pleasantries and got straight to the point.
"Fellow Daoist, you have come this time to seek aid,