The golden light scattered, and everything returned to calm.
At the center of Pangu Hall's main hall, only Zhou Ming remained, standing there in silence.
He could clearly feel a vast, majestic source power—one that shared the same origin as him, yet bore an entirely different mark—rapidly fusing with his body.
Wu's memories, Wu's Dao, Wu's protection of the Human Race, in this moment, all transformed into the purest nourishment, pushing Zhou Ming's source to an unprecedented height.
His cultivation, which had already touched the threshold of the Hunyuan Grand Ultimate Golden Immortal realm, was now another great step closer to that heavenly chasm.
Zhou Ming slowly raised his hand and looked at the empty space before him. It was as if Wu's final aura still lingered there.
After a long while, Zhou Ming spoke to that stretch of empty air.
"Fellow Daoist, wait for me."
"I will definitely fish you back out of the River of Time."
After saying this, he lingered no longer. He turned and walked toward a quiet chamber deep within the hall.
He could feel that the great door leading to the Hunyuan Grand Ultimate Golden Immortal realm had already opened a crack for him.
In this seclusion, he had absolute confidence that he could take that final step.
"Rumble."
The stone door of the quiet chamber slowly closed, shutting everything outside.
At the same time.
Inside another quiet chamber in Pangu Hall.
Houtu sat cross-legged. Earth-yellow halos of law flowed around her, enveloping her entire body within.
Within the sea of consciousness of her Primordial Spirit, a wisp of remnant soul so faint it was almost transparent was being carefully wrapped and nourished by her with the gentlest source power.
That was Pingxin.
Even under Houtu's full effort to nourish her, that wisp