More than a month later, within the trenches of the seabed, the raging sea of fire was finally and completely submerged by the seawater, returning to the gloom of the deep sea.
Only the cracked rock walls and the scorched blackness left behind still bore witness to the sea of fire that had once existed here.
Inside the dilapidated cave, the crimson radiance had faded. Shrouded in darkness, Chu Mu sat cross-legged, his aura perfectly calm, without the slightest ripple.
After about a quarter of an hour, Chu Mu slowly opened his eyes, the glint of Spiritual Radiance within them gradually fading. He glanced at Wangcai guarding the cave entrance and the Sword Intent Battle Puppet concealed in the void.
As his gaze shifted, he slowly raised his hand. His right palm trembled slightly, and a torrent of crimson flame instantly burst forth. The flame was formless, at times taking the shape of a lotus, at others a dragon, and then simply burning brightly like an ordinary fire.
