Qin Ming found himself exceptionally exhausted, his flesh and blood no longer as full, as if he had lost one-fifth of his weight.
He opened his eyes, and the dim night, along with the spore-filled sky like fireflies, clearly imprinted in his heart.
He hoped everything he had experienced was a dream, yet the pile of ashes ahead and Tang Xumi's tattered clothing remained, indicating that some tragedies were not false.
Qin Ming buried Tang Xumi here, and with a heavy sigh, began to survey the area.
In such a short time, towering giant mushrooms had already appeared in the distance, one after another, rooting themselves underground, absorbing the power of the Fire Spring, and growing rapidly.
Kunleng, even in this dark and lightless territory, deep underground there is the Extreme Fire Spring, allowing the Great Dream Mushroom to resurrect here without lacking the materials to support its growth.
