After returning from the Blood Sea, the thirteen of them regulated their breathing and recuperated in Pangu Hall.
Although the Turbid Fiend Qi in the Blood Sea could not harm the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the omnipresent resentment and filthy aura had still left their minds troubled.
Even someone as rough and forthright as Zhu Rong had meditated in a quiet chamber for an entire day before completely dispelling the viciousness coiled around his heart.
Pan Xuan, however, had felt no discomfort.
His Righteous Vitality Formula specifically countered all evil and filth; those negative auras in the Blood Sea could not even touch the hem of his robes.
But he also needed time to organize the gains from this investigation.
The Blood Sea's terrain, the variations in the concentration of Turbid Fiend Qi, the location of Minghe's cave abode, the precise position of that abyssal vortex, and the subtle anomalies he had sensed deep within the Blood Sea.
He recorded this information one by one on the back of the Zhoutian Star Chart, marking every crucial point with imprints of his divine sense.
This Blood Sea atlas would become an important basis for the Witch Clan's future negotiations with Minghe.
Several days later, all thirteen gathered once more in the main chamber of Pangu Hall.
Inside the hall, the Twenty-Four-Grade Creation Green Lotus slowly revolved beneath the vaulted ceiling, its light of Chaos cascading like a waterfall.
The Creation Cauldron in a corner of the hall exuded an aura of Returning to the Origin, intertwining with the green lotus's radiance.
Outside, five Innate Spiritual Roots grew quietly beside the Blood Pool, and the Innate Gourd Vine's seven flower buds swayed gently in the breeze.
Pan Xuan stood in the center of the hall, his hands behind his back.