In the endless chaos, a stream of light swiftly shuttled through the chaotic gas flow, constantly moving away from the direction of the main cosmic along the time river.
It was a youth burning with black flame all over.
It was none other than Lin Qing's Black Flame Clone.
Suddenly, a vague ocean appeared deep in the chaotic gas flow ahead. It wasn't large, covering an area of only tens of trillions of miles. The sea surface was extremely calm, yet different areas seemed to have different facets, like mirrors.
A desolate crescent moon, cold as snow, hung in the sky above the ocean, its icy moonlight pouring over the sea, reflecting a series of crescent moons in the water.
"Three thousand years, finally reached the Mirror Moon Sea..."
The Black Flame Clone let out a small breath, gazing at the sea surface, "Who knows if Yu Gong can persuade the Now World God, better hide in the Mirror Moon Sea early..."
