Howling winds and torrential rain, monstrous waves.
Beneath the ever-fluctuating sea surface, in the gradually thickening darkness, the continuous roar of the waves reverberated, mixed with bursts of thunderous noise reminiscent of landslides, rising and falling.
The deep sea was not serene.
It was as if the clamor of destruction continuously echoed.
Amidst the eternal darkness and turmoil, a strand of pure white phosphorescence silently sprouted, like a treasure bead, the illusory light holding up the immense pressure of the sea.
Step by step, descending.
"Wulou Temple's profound law is indeed impressive, my admiration."
