The people gathered under the Cangwu Tree were full of sorrow, crying loudly.
Liu Jun quietly watched this scene.
"Another person I care about is gone from this world."
His first disciple was the true essence of the Butterfly Race.
He maintained the ethos of the Butterfly Race's homeland, keeping them beautiful all along.
Liu Jun didn't know what the land of the five major races would become after losing the Mighty God.
But the wheels of time, even he could not stop.
The future era could only be left to unfold naturally, observing its changes quietly.
"Everyone, go back."
The voice of the divine spirit echoed, covering the land around the Cangwu Tree.
The mountains, forests, basins there were already densely filled with various creatures attending the funeral.
"May the world be with you!"
The giant pulling the ships slowly carried the heavy chains on his back and turned away step by step.
The other creatures also silently left.
