Their cultivation talent was limited. Although they had come to the Raging Sea, they had wasted too much time and could no longer be stronger. Hundreds of years had passed, and only their tombs were left.
In front of a grave, He Xiaoyu sat in front of He Mingtang and her mother's tombstone, looking at the dazzling light in the distant sky and the figure that was already beyond her reach, and said indifferently, "Dad, Mom, Village Leader, Teacher… Did you hear that? I'm leaving. I don't know if I will return to the Heavenly Water Village in this life. Perhaps this is the loneliness of cultivation! Don't worry. I don't have any illusions anymore. Now I have nothing to worry about in this world. I think I will become a strong master…"
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At that moment, the entire world was in an uproar. Shouts shook the sky. Killing intent surged in the world.
