Back then, when I saw the sea surface of the Land of Catastrophe, it was under night with lightning clouds, undulating with hundreds of silver grooves on the sea.
Now, as I truly stand on this sea, there's no more lightning clouds; the sea surface resembles an endless silk brocade, shimmering and trembling gently under the moonlight, the waves crest and fall in the darkness, washing endlessly.
Everyone rides two dragons, heading straight to the depths of the sea.
At the level of strength everyone has reached, even in the sea, they can breathe freely, merely allowing a stream of True Qi to flow within, focusing attention on their skin, the numerous pores all around their bodies absorbing the air in the water like fish, ensuring the normal operation of bodily functions.
However, as the two dragons dive deeper into the deep sea, the pressure coming from all directions only grows stronger.
