For tens of thousands of miles, the sun shone down, dispelling the once dark place. However, there were no living creatures under the sun in this area. The Feather tribe was gone; the Three-headed tribe was gone; the Void Chest tribe was gone. Mountains, rivers, ancient trees, and even weeds were destroyed in just an instant.
Lu Zhou looked at the sky in a daze. Sometimes, he doubted his choice. Was this the result he wanted? Was it truly the inevitable outcome of the passing of time? He had always thought he could watch indifferently as living things died and civilizations fell. Now that the end had come, he lowered his head and muttered, "Is it worth it?"
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Far away from the Great Abyss Land, Si Wuya, Little Yuan'er, and Conch looked at the sun in the distant sky in a trance. However, they could only vaguely see the miracle seen from afar. Nonetheless, it was still a shocking scene.
