Within a range of 3,000 miles, ink lotus flowers fluttered all over the sky, stirring up an array of winds between heaven and earth. It was as if numerous cosmic blades were slicing rifts in the space, causing a vast expanse of turbulence.
The Guiding Daoist, dishevelled and austere, stood high above the ground amidst the booming waves that roared deafeningly, reaching the clouds. As wave after white wave immediately crashed into each other, he remained unmoving within the sea of waves, sturdy as a boulder, majestic as a towering mountain.
