At the edge of the Three Thousand Seas, the tides surged and monstrous waves crashed against the shore, flinging spray a hundred zhang high to strike the Firmament!
SCREECH!
A silver Great Peng soared across the sky, its silver wings beating against the waves as it cut through the colossal breakers, heading straight for the distant heavens.
BOOM!
Ye Wushuang's figure landed on a black reef island a hundred li from the coast!
It was less an island and more of an oval-shaped black reef.
Roughly the size of a soccer field, it was covered in fine black rock and suffered the constant pounding of hundred-zhang waves, which sent violent tremors through it!
Ye Wushuang frowned slightly, glancing at his feet before looking up at the Firmament!
'I'll undergo my tribulation here!'
His gaze suddenly sharpened, and the aura around him began to climb!
Unbeknownst to him, a group of young men and women were riding the great waves nearby, gradually approaching his position.
