Standing by the Ban Ting Sea for a long time, Ding Huan finally placed Qi Xinyue's jade coffin into the deepest part of the Cosmic Pot.
That drop of his heart's blood was also placed beside Qi Xinyue by Ding Huan.
Previously, he had the gods to vent his anger on, but after destroying them, he realized just how lonely he was.
Pangu Great World was neither his homeland nor a place he should stay.
No matter what the future holds, he will leave here.
Looking at the gray mist, Ding Huan took a deep breath.
Today, as he entered the Gray Sea, if he couldn't come out, he would let himself remain here forever.
Just like back then in the vast starry sky.
Even if he couldn't get out, he wouldn't be alone.
Ding Huan no longer hesitated, controlling the Cosmic Pot to charge into the mist of the Gray Sea.
Entering the mist, the aura of death swept over him in an instant.
In just a moment, Ding Huan calculated a safe route, then controlled the Cosmic Pot to enter that route.
