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The disaster was temporary.

However, the damage brought by the disaster was long-lasting.

Even if the grassland had already calmed down, it was filled with desolation and could not survive.

The sea might retreat or occupy that place forever.

It had already become another cradle of life.

The sea on Earth always quietly devoured land. Even if they filled the sea and built land, it might not change anything in the end.

Chu Xiaoye stood on the tree and watched the sea push mountains and destroy forests, expand the borders, and form a new lake and many new streams. He ran wantonly in the ancient primitive forest and could not help but praise the might of nature and the insignificance of himself and other lives.

No matter how strong a life was, it was insignificant in front of nature.

After resting for two hours, they continued forward.