The entire New Moon Land had already turned into a vast ocean, and Chu Mu clearly remembered that it took him nearly ten years to walk from the West Region to Wanxiang City.
These ten years' journey was filled with many experiences, all of which were deeply etched in his memory.
In Chu Mu's impression, there were so many memories of this land now swallowed by the ocean. Now it had turned into a surging blackness, stirring a sense of loss within him.
In the face of an Undying Level, New Moon Land was too small, too fragile, unable to withstand the slightest ripple of power. Even with the strongest flame in this world, Chu Mu couldn't preserve this vulnerable land.
Flying over the black sea, Chu Mu faintly sensed the presence of ancient Jiao people writhing in the distance.
The ancient Jiao people now dared not emerge from the water, as the flames of the daylight had severely burned its body and scale armor.
The ancient Jiao people watched Chu Mu from afar.
