Just like that, the days passed one by one.
Life was always uneventful.
There were no disasters, no conflicts, only busy and fulfilling work.
It made Lu Yuan quite unaccustomed.
Perhaps, these were just ordinary days on the Pangu Continent.
Times when disasters came every few years were gone, never to return.
Thinking about it, the experiences of Lu Yuan's earlier half of life were too thrilling, making the disasters of the Pangu Continent seem too frequent.
But in reality, it wasn't so exaggerated; otherwise, no civilization could develop.
Occasionally, Lu Yuan would look up at the azure sky and space out for a while.
Deep inside his heart, there was still that faint hope to return to his distant, beautiful homeland...
Perhaps, everyone in their lives is searching for their childhood.
Lu Yuan still wanted to meet his parents within his lifetime and chat with them about everything that had happened to him.
