There was no response from within the main hall.
Cang Yu was in no hurry. He simply knelt quietly on the ground with his head lowered, waiting patiently.
He knew the senior would certainly hear him.
Who knew how long passed—perhaps an hour, perhaps only an instant.
With a soft creak, the hall doors, which seemed immutable since time immemorial, slowly opened inward.
An indescribable aura leaked out through the crack in the doors.
It was not an especially powerful pressure, but an aura of the Dao in its purest form, mingled with vast and boundless Destiny power, as though it could give birth to all the heavens.
Cang Yu felt even greater reverence and lowered his head further.
"Come in."
A calm voice came from the depths of the main hall.
"Yes."
Cang Yu answered, cautiously rose to his feet, bent at the waist, and stepped into the hall.
At the center of the hall sat a figure cross-legged.
It was Zhou Ming.
At that moment, Zhou Ming was not deliberately releasing any pressure.
Yet standing before him, Cang Yu felt as though he were gazing up at a boundless cosmic starry sky, insignificant as a speck of dust.
"Senior."
Cang Yu knelt again, not daring to raise his head.
Zhou Ming slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fell upon Cang Yu, calm and undisturbed.
"Speak."
Just one word.
Cang Yu did not dare delay in the slightest and immediately recounted every detail of this expedition exactly as it had happened.
He described how they had easily taken the Crimson Gold Realm, how Mo Chen and the others had laid down a deadly grand formation, how their talismans had run out and they had fallen into desperate straits, and finally how Zhou Ming had acted, wiping out every powerful