Gu Mang stood on the land. Lu Jiulian, Zhu Long, Mi Jia, and the others had long disappeared, leaving him on the spot.
The Breeze blew his blood-red robe.
Because he had swallowed a chrysanthemum divine medicine, his life force, which had dissipated due to his cultivation, began to recover slowly.
However, his cultivation had almost disappeared.
However, there was not much fear in his heart. Instead, there was a sense of relief and joy.
The problem that had been puzzling him in his heart had been solved. He felt refreshed, as if the incessant rumbling of a summer storm had washed away all the lead dust.
As he slowly walked on the ground and stepped on the solid ground, he actually had a feeling of enlightenment.
As if he had remembered something, he headed towards the direction of the boundless sea and took a lone boat out to sea.
After floating on the sea for several days, he finally returned to the place where he had been.
