Inside the hall, the clamor gradually subsided, and the crowd dispersed in different directions.
Chen Surong, Tang Yuchen, and Lu Xiaoxiao stepped out side by side through the Rebirth Hall's heavy darksteel doors, with Butterfly Shadow following quietly behind as always.
Their faces showed none of the wild joy of enlightenment, but rather a thoughtful solemnity.
Inside the Rebirth Hall, the vast Dao resonance and traces of laws left behind by seven or eight Titled Douluo during their breakthroughs remained clearly discernible, like a wordless heavenly book branded into space. Although they had not immediately grasped its essence, it had given them much inspiration and stirred many insights, which would take time to settle and digest.
"How much did you gain?" Tang Yuchen asked softly.
"Biting cold, irresistible sharpness, and a measure of weighty stillness. We each sensed something different and benefited greatly." Chen Surong nodded slightly.
"But the Rebirth Hall won't grow legs and run away. Once we've finished the work at hand, there'll be time to return and contemplate it carefully."
"Exactly," Lu Xiaoxiao agreed.
As key members of the clan, they each had responsibilities. This was not the time for prolonged seclusion and quiet cultivation.
The three of them took Butterfly Shadow along and followed the scattered stream of people leaving the hall toward the exit.
Many others shared their thinking, first "collecting" the imprints of Dao resonance that touched them most deeply to study later.
They had only just left the crowd when a voice called out to Chen Surong.
"Surong!"
Chen Surong looked toward the voice and saw Zhu Qianqing standing nearby with Chen Haoxuan and Chen Yunxiang.
The children had not entered the Rebirth Hall, only sensing it from the hall's outskirts-the elders believed they were still young, their foundations unstable and their intent