The West, Spirit Mountain.
Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, the golden waters of the pool had returned to calm.
The figures of Jieyin and Zhunti appeared from the void, each settling onto a twelfth-grade Lotus Platform.
Only after the two of them returned to Spirit Mountain did the terror from within Pangu Hall—that fear that had nearly frozen even their Primordial Spirits—slowly begin to fade.
Zhunti let out a long breath, his face still carrying traces of lingering dread.
"Senior Brother, that Pangu Hall truly isn't a place for people to stay."
"In the future, if we can avoid going, we'd best not go."
Jieyin's fingers, as they moved over his prayer beads, were still somewhat unsteady. He exhaled a long breath of turbid air.
"Junior Brother, in future actions, you must never be so reckless again."
"In the matter of the Underworld, we were rash."
"Zhou Ming has now become Hunyuan Grand Unity, and every member of the Witch Clan is Hunyuan. Their strength is no longer what it once was, and they long ago stopped taking the merit of the Primordial Wilderness to heart."
"If we continue to view them with our old eyes, sooner or later we will suffer a great loss."
In his heart, he already understood that the line of the Underworld was one they absolutely could not touch anymore.
That was not only the territory of the Witch Clan, but also a forbidden zone personally drawn by Zhou Ming.
Zhunti felt the same chill in his heart and nodded.
"Then let the matter of the Underworld end here."
Jieyin shook his head.
"Do not mention this matter again."
"With Zhou Ming's final glance, true killing intent had risen in him."
"If there is a next time, I fear you and I truly won't