On the coast of the Endless Sea, countless migrating humans brought their families to the ferries that the various grotto-heavens had prepared.
Anyone who saw this scene would never forget it!
When Zhou Shu saw this scene, he recalled some of the disaster movies he had seen in his previous life.
This scene was extremely similar to the scenes of the end of the world.
This was indeed the end of the world.
The human race had been forced to retreat to the grotto-heavens. No matter how one looked at it, this was an out-and-out humiliation.
Zhou Shu stood in a camp and sighed as he looked at the humans migrating like ants.
"How do you feel looking at this?" A voice sounded. Zhou Shu didn't need to turn his head to know that it was Ji Lutian.
"How is Emperor Yuan Feng?" Zhou Shu asked without turning around.