Hualala.
Tiny tidal waves slapped against the ship. This was a huge ancient fishing boat made of mud. It was like a vast Whale Island, carrying a huge extraordinary world on its back.
There was no sun or moon in the chaos sea.
Everything was gray, and there was endless mist rising and falling, giving off a chaotic feeling as if shadows and midnight were intertwined.
we, the great Lord of the multiverse, the scarper of time and space, the ignorant Outlander, Your Highness mikley, lead us to wage war against the multiverse!
In the fog, a Saint on the deck said in a deep voice.
Around him were tenth-level descendants standing in rows.
They were also Saints, but they were Saints without the great Dao.
