Chu Yu returned from the East China Sea at such a speed that no one could see him clearly.
He had turned off all of his communication devices, and separated himself from the rest of the world.
Alone, he entered from Qi Lu and ran towards the west of China.
In reality, he did not know where he was going nor what he wanted to do.
He had experienced a bloody battle on the pacific ocean and even beat Divine Lord Jiu Xiao to a pulp.
It all seemed like a dream.
Even obtaining the sword seemed like a fantasy.
It was like his entire being was in a trance and drifting through consciousness.
He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
In the end, he looked into the horizon, and saw that deep inside a huge mountain, there was smoke rising up.
There was a small and quiet village there.
Chu Yu descended from the sky and walked towards the village.