Super Insane Doctor of the Goddess Chapter 3600: Looking Forward to Reunion!

Fu Daosheng, Li Baitian, Bujie, and Xu Ying were among those present.

However, a weary and sorrowful expression was etched on everyone's face.

"Esteemed friends, have you managed to locate the Yang Immortal Venerable?!"

"Surely you must have found him by now, right?"

Inquiries arose from the crowd.

Many individuals scanned their surroundings, seeking any sign of Yang Luo.

Yet, to their bewilderment, Yang Luo was nowhere to be seen.

A Law Enforcer from the Wa Palace hurried over to Fu Daosheng.

"Grand Elder, have you found the Yang Immortal Venerable?"

"No," Fu Daosheng replied with a heavy sigh, shaking his head.

"For the past ten days, we've scoured countless locations within the vast expanse of the Starry Sky Universe, yet we have been unable to find our Little Friend Yang."

Upon hearing this disheartening news.

The members of the Wa Palace, Jiuli Demon Palace, and the Ancient Demon Sacred Land were utterly astonished.

They couldn't find him... after ten days of searching, still no sign...

"Where in the heavens has the Yang Immortal Venerable gone?!"

"The Yang Immortal Venerable is gravely injured, his spirit is shattered, and he is all alone. I truly fear that something terrible might have happened to him!"

"Yang Immortal Venerable, where are you?!"

Representatives from various powerful factions cried out in despair, their anguish palpable.

"Everyone is injured," Fu Daosheng said with another sigh. "Let us return to recuperate first."

"We will devise a plan to locate our Little Friend Yang later."

"Understood!"

The assembled crowd nodded in agreement.

Fu Daosheng then turned his gaze towards the onlookers gathered in the distance.

"Everyone, should you receive any news regarding our Little Friend Yang, please inform us immediately!"

"Great Dao Immortal King, you have our word. If any information about the Yang Immortal Venerable emerges, we will certainly relay it to you!"

"Indeed, the Yang Immortal Venerable is someone we all deeply admire. We too wish for his safety and well-being!"

Those observing the scene from afar joined the chorus of assurances.

At this very moment.

Da Qian Buddha King's voice boomed forth, "We shall also lend our efforts to the search for our Little Friend Yang."

"Should any news come to light, we will apprise everyone as swiftly as possible."

Bujie scoffed with resentment, "Enough of your insincere words, you damnable hypocritical monks! Cease your pretense; we require no assistance from you!"

Fu Daosheng raised a hand, signaling Bujie to cease his outburst, and cupped his fists in gratitude.

"Then, we offer our sincerest thanks!"

Following this exchange, individuals from the Wa Palace, Jiuli Demon Palace, and other allied forces boarded their ancient vessels, carefully loading the injured and the fallen onto the ships.

They then departed from the Xumi Sacred Land.

As the contingents from the Wa Palace, Jiuli Demon Palace, and their allies began their withdrawal.

The distant onlookers also commenced their departure in successive waves.

...

As evening descended.

In the Central Earth Immortal State.

Within the hallowed territory of the Yaochi Holy Land.

The grand hall situated on the main peak was a somber gathering place, filled to capacity.

An oppressive and heavy atmosphere pervaded the entire hall.

Bujie slammed his fist onto a table with great force, lamenting, "Where on earth has Brother Yang vanished to? How is it that even after ten long days, we still cannot find my brother?!"

Hearing Bujie's anguished words.

All present let out deep sighs, their faces clouded with profound grief.

The recent confrontation at Xumi Sacred Land had yielded no true victors; both sides had sustained grievous losses.

Although Mo Xi and Li Wenchan had been successfully rescued, none had anticipated the calamitous events that would unfold in the aftermath of the battle, leaving Yang Luo's whereabouts shrouded in uncertainty.

At this critical juncture.

Mo Xi turned to Bujie and inquired, "Bujie, would you be willing to share some stories about Little Luo with me?"

Li Wenchan also looked to Bujie with expectant eyes.

Bujie drew a deep breath and slowly began, "Brother Yang is my sworn brother, bound by a connection forged through life and death. We have traversed countless trials and tribulations together, facing perils both great and small..."

In the ensuing moments.

Bujie recounted to Mo Xi and Li Wenchan the myriad experiences he and Yang Luo had shared throughout their arduous journey.

From the humble origins on Earth to the grand expanse of the Jiuzhou Immortal Domain, the scattered fragments of their shared past seemed to unfurl before his mind's eye like a vivid cinematic reel.

By the time he concluded his narrative, Bujie's voice was choked with emotion, tears streaming unchecked down his face.

Xu Ying, Ning Jianfeng, Xiang Kunlun, Mo Qingkuang, Ji Longyue, and Baili Wushuang, among others, were also overcome with tears, their hearts aching with shared sorrow.

Throughout their shared odyssey, they had endured so much together.

There were moments of boisterous laughter, of profound sadness, of burning passion, of deeply touching encounters, of joyous reunions, and of heartbreaking farewells...

Yet, every single experience had been etched into their collective memory, becoming their most cherished treasures.

The image of Yang Luo's smiling face, his unyielding optimism, his unwavering righteousness, and his magnanimous spirit continuously flooded their thoughts.

Had it not been for Yang Luo's guidance and support, they would never have reached their current standing; they likely would have met their demise in some forgotten conflict long ago.

Furthermore, they were all aware that Yang Luo had been on a quest to uncover his own heritage.

But who could have foreseen that even after uncovering his ancestral legacy, it would lead to such a devastating outcome?

When Bujie finally finished speaking.

An absolute silence descended upon the entire hall.

The elders, sect masters, and family heads present clearly understood the deep bond of friendship between Bujie, Xu Ying, and the others with Yang Luo.

Mo Xi, wiping a tear from her eye, spoke, "I truly didn't anticipate the immense hardships you all endured on this journey. It must have been incredibly difficult..."

Fists clenched tightly, Bujie's voice rasped, "Mother, this bit of suffering is nothing! If not for Brother Yang leading us, guiding our training, we wouldn't possess the cultivation and strength we have today! Right now, I care about nothing else; I only wish to find Brother Yang as swiftly as possible, to find my brother!"

Li Wenchan, with tear-filled eyes, responded, "Bujie, rest assured, we will certainly find Little Luo!"

"That's right!" Mo Xi nodded, stating, "You should remain here to recuperate for now. We will dispatch more people to search for any trace of Little Luo!"

Fu Daosheng added, "Once all matters are settled, we too will journey back to the Starry Sky Universe to seek out our Little Friend Yang."

"Okay!" A chorus of agreement came from everyone present.

As night fell.

Elders, sect masters, and family heads hailing from the Wa Palace, Jiuli Demon Palace, and the Ancient Demon Sacred Land departed from the Yaochi Holy Land. The major conflict had just concluded, and it was imperative for everyone to first attend to their disciples before contemplating the dispatch of search parties for Yang Luo.

Deep into the night.

Upon the rear mountain of the Yaochi Holy Land.

Bujie, Xu Ying, Zhu Yuan, Yun Longxiang, Ning Jianfeng, Xiang Kunlun, Mo Qingkuang, the Flame Emperor, and the international Diva, among other youths, stood gathered atop a peak. Shoulder to shoulder, they gazed into the distant, star-studded sky, enveloped in a profound silence.

After a considerable pause, Ning Jianfeng's brow furrowed as he inquired, "Brothers, where do you suppose Brother Yang is at this moment? I can't shake the feeling that Brother Yang is intentionally evading us! Otherwise, after ten days of searching, how could we still be without any sign of him?"

Yun Longxiang echoed the sentiment, "I feel the same. If Brother Yang is deliberately concealing himself, finding him will be exceedingly difficult!"

With a sorrowful expression, Xiang Kunlun lamented, "Perhaps Brother Yang is now hiding alone somewhere, silently nursing his wounds..."

Mo Qingkuang, dabbing his eyes, voiced, "Brother Yang likely doesn't wish for us to see him in such a state, which is why he's avoiding us. However, I firmly believe Brother Yang will overcome this and return to us!"

Zhu Yuan declared with conviction, "I, too, believe Brother Yang will not be defeated! Our immediate task is to heal and recover as swiftly as possible, to enhance our cultivation and strength, and await Brother Yang's triumphant return!"

"Yes!" A resounding chorus of agreement followed, each individual eagerly anticipating their reunion with Yang Luo.