Having left the Heavenly Demon Divine Pond and looking up from below, it remained undisturbed, like a pool of dead water.
But at this moment, in midair, there was no wind, no clouds, only the sound of the Unrivaled Bell echoing, breaking the dead silence similar to that of the Heavenly Demon Divine Pond.
Wang Mu gazed down at the Heavenly Demon Divine Pond below, his face expressionless, his eyes devoid of any fluctuations, as if he had not heard the sound of the Unrivaled Bell.
Several seconds passed, still without any movement.
Wang Mu slightly lifted his head, looking at Mu Hongyuan.
Yet, in his mind, he visualized the image of Miss You.
This journey was, indeed, perilous.
