Zhou Ming withdrew his gaze from the Pangu Realm and turned to the others.
"Fellow Daoists, what do you intend to do next?"
"Will you stay with us in Pangu Hall to cultivate, or establish your own sanctuaries?"
Zhen Yuanzi was the first to shake his head.
"You are too kind, fellow Daoist."
"We appreciate your kindness, fellow Daoist Zhou Ming."
"We have already imposed upon you in Pangu Hall for tens of thousands of years, much to our shame."
"Now that our enemies have been eliminated and peace has returned, it would be unreasonable for us to keep occupying Pangu Hall."
Tongtian clasped his hands behind his back, a rare hint of ease showing on his stern face.
"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi is right."
"Chaos is boundless, ideal for cultivators such as ourselves."
"If we establish our own sanctuaries, we can form a defensive network with the Pangu Realm. Should an enemy invade, we will be able to support one another."
West Queen Mother and Wang Shu exchanged a glance, then both nodded.
"That is our intention as well."
Zhou Ming looked at them and slowly nodded.
"Very well."
He pointed toward the vast expanse of Chaos around them.
"Since you have made up your minds, I will not keep you any longer."
"Choose your own locations in the Chaos surrounding the Pangu Realm and establish your sanctuaries there."
"If any problems arise, we will be able to communicate promptly."
"Excellent." Zhen Yuanzi bowed deeply to Zhou Ming and the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
"Then I shall take my leave first."
With that, he transformed into a streak of earthen-yellow light and flew toward a stable region deep within Chaos.
"Farewell, everyone."
As succinct as ever, Tongtian nodded to them, then transformed into a sword beam that pierced the heavens,