Zhou Ming led everyone through the violent, chaotic turbulence for a long time before finally finding a relatively peaceful region of Chaos.
With a thought, Pangu Hall, which had suppressed the Witch Clan's Fortune for countless Kalpas, flew out from within his body.
With a wave of his hand, Pangu Hall, which had suppressed the Witch Clan's endless Fortune, flew out from within his body.
It transformed into a towering, ancient, and simple palace, hovering quietly in this deathly silence.
A heavy, boundless aura spread out, pushing away the surrounding chaotic currents and forming an absolutely safe domain.
"Everyone, go inside."
Zhou Ming's voice broke the silence.
"First tend to your injuries and recover to your peak state."
"We'll talk about the rest later."
Dijiang, Zhurong, and the other Ancestral Witches, as well as Zhen Yuanzi, Tongtian, and the others, nodded silently.
One by one, they turned into streaks of light and flew into Pangu Hall.
Now was not the time for grief. They had to recover their strength as quickly as possible before they could avenge their dead companions.
Everyone each found a quiet chamber and began healing with all their might.
The vast Pangu Hall soon fell silent, leaving only the hum of circulating laws.
Zhou Ming stood in the center of the main hall, just about to find a place to enter seclusion as well, adjust his condition to its peak, and at the same time comprehend the threshold of the Hunyuan Grand Ultimate Golden Immortal.
Just then, a faint golden point of light slowly drifted toward him from the depths of Pangu Hall.
It was Wu's Primordial Spirit.
After being initially nourished by Pangu's aura within Pangu Hall, his Primordial Spirit had become a little more solid than before, but it was still weak to the