The distant booming sounded like the thunder of early spring, and then it seemed as if a drizzle poured overhead, awakening the comatose youth.
Lu Daolian struggled to open his eyes.
He could see nothing with his right eye. Tearing the crusty blood off his left eyelid, he faintly made out the sky above.
It was like a glass dome inverted over the sea bottom, a barrier that kept the water out, creating a vacuum within. The inner walls of the dome sparkled with a brilliance akin to the Milky Way; it was the artifact stolen by the Lu Family's ancestors from their sect, the five-grade, impartial treasure, the "Pacific Star Glazed Lotus Bowl."
