Azure Cloud Great Marsh...
Chu Mu fell into thought.
From all the clues thus far, it could already be confirmed that Azure Cloud Great Marsh would be the final place where the Illusory Realm of Grand Void would descend.
Of course, that certainty was not foolproof.
After all, just like the bloody struggle before him, and the sight of Foreign Races scrambling to infiltrate Yong Province, no one knew whether some even more towering force might intervene and affect the descent of the Illusory Realm of Grand Void.
Achieving such a thing might sound like wishful thinking, but judging from the peculiar changes in this token, it did not seem entirely impossible.
He paused for only a few dozen breaths. Chu Mu did not interfere in this life-and-death struggle, and just as he had come soundlessly, he vanished without a sound.
As for the so-called racial conflict between the Human Race and the Foreign Races, as someone from the lower realm and a visitor from a Different Time-Space, he truly felt little sense of belonging.
Over the next several years, Chu Mu returned to a life of leisure, spending his days unhurriedly in True Understanding Pavilion as he watched the waves stirred up by the Illusory Realm of Grand Void.
Although he had already held the existence of the Illusory Realm of Grand Void in very high regard, as the day of its descent drew ever closer, fact after fact proved that he had still underestimated it.
The reason was simple: the waves raised by the Illusory Realm of Grand Void were simply too vast and surging.
In only a few short years, Yong Province alone, as far as he knew, had already descended into chaos.
The Human Race against the Foreign Races, humans against humans, even the Holy Imperial