Tang Yuan directly took out the Iron Balls they had gathered earlier and said, "If the Gu Pots you mentioned are these things, then I still have five."
Fourth Uncle was startled. "There are actually so many?"
But he immediately sighed. "Even so, it is still far from enough. Judging by what happened when we opened the Gu Pot just now, it can at most support Undead Gu from seven or eight compartments. If we want to examine all the formation texts here, I fear we will need at least a hundred or more Gu Pots."
Tang Yuan's expression tightened. "There are thirty-two such areas here. If we search them all, perhaps we might be able to..."
His voice grew quieter and quieter, as though even he held little hope.
From what they had seen along the way, finding one or two dead figures in any given area was already the limit. Many areas had none at all. And even among those corpses, not every one of them necessarily carried a Gu Pot. Gathering a hundred or more would likely be a faint hope indeed.
Lu Feng sighed softly. "There is no other way for now. Let us search first and talk later."
Compared to the Gu Pots, he was clearly more worried about Jiang Ruoyun and the others. Every moment delayed twisted his heart a little tighter.
Miao Qiuyun agreed, "That is right. We have to try, at least. Perhaps Heaven is watching over us, and there might be a whole nest of people in some area."
After some hesitation, Fourth Uncle agreed as well. He directly took out an empty jar and collected the ashes of his companion from the corner.
Before leaving—
Tang Yuan glanced at the Gu Pot still left within the area and reminded him,