Su Hao leaped into the sky and flew far away, gradually becoming a tiny black dot before disappearing.
He casually found a place to land. After that, he no longer flew, instead relying on his own two legs to wander aimlessly across this continent.
He passed through mountains, lakes, rivers, abysses, grasslands, forests, snow mountains, limestone caves...
He saw all manner of strange animals and plants, felt the vigorous vitality of all things, and witnessed the sight of all things withering away.
The world's true face unfolded before him, piece by piece.
Only then did he realize that the Zhu Huo People were actually just a very, very small part of this world.
The Zhu Huo People were merely the strongest among countless small factions in this world. They could not represent everything. There were still eighty percent of the places they had never set foot in.
The theme of the world was one of everlasting renewal and change.
From the time he killed Fierce Child Slaughter until now, this had been the most relaxed and enjoyable period of Su Hao's life.
He could truly feel the joy of living. He could live freely according to his own ideas.
Learning, thinking, exploring, experimenting, creating...
To a certain extent, Su Hao had broken free from the difficult stage of struggling to survive, and his soul gradually gained freedom.
This was something Su Hao had earned step by step through his own efforts.
Su Hao traveled all over the world, and five years passed in the blink of an eye.
When Su Hao set foot in a Zhu Huo People city once more, he found that the entire city had taken on a completely new look.
It was not merely the city's appearance. More importantly, there was light in the Zhu