Chu Mo's heart was very calm; he wasn't filled with rage, nor was he wallowing in self-pity. Life is like this, and so is the world of the gods. There aren't too many rights and wrongs, only what I want to do and what I don't want to do.
For Chu Mo, his world is not to be destroyed or damaged. Therefore, if someone oppresses him, he will naturally rise up to resist. Even if the final result is like an ant trying to move a tree or a mantis attempting to stop a chariot, he won't regret it.
This cosmos void is too decayed; Chu Mo has been walking for a very long time without discovering a single hint of life. Looking back, the space filled with countless continental fragments was already out of sight.
The road ahead is vast, and he feels lost in all directions.
Chu Mo spreads his divine sense, searching in the endless void. He has no clue how to find the primordial god's primary spirit, and no confidence at all.
Thus, Chu Mo continues searching.
