"Sigh…"
With a sigh, Liu Qingfeng looked up at the sky and saw no hope. He had seen too many tragic scenes in the world and his heart was already numb.
The north wind whistled, and the cold wind blew past, bone-chilling.
The Heavenly Water poured down, and the surface of the water rose again. More than half of the Liyang Realm was submerged.
When could this calamity pass?
At this moment, the world was filled with wails.
A monkey walked past in a daze. He looked at the misery of the world under his feet and only watched from afar. He was searching for himself. His eyes gradually lost their light as he confessed in his heart.
"Am I really wrong?"
Monkey was constantly reflecting on himself and asking himself repeatedly what the purpose of his existence was.
Ever since he left Mount Penglai, he had walked in the mortal world for a hundred days. He had seen many hardships and his heart was already numb.
