The sea breeze howled, crying along the rocks, producing a sorrowful wail.
On the rocky seashore, a figure stood in the seawater, allowing wind and waves to buffet him, unmovable, fixed in the sea like a firm stone, straight like a mythical needle that could stabilize the sea.
This figure was naturally Ye Qiu, who, since feeling the benefits of cultivating in the seawater the day before, had been continually refining his True Qi barrier with the help of the sea.
This sea area was rarely visited by people, and now that it was entering winter, there was no second person besides Ye Qiu.
The undisturbed environment was ideal, and Ye Qiu did not wish to be regarded as a monster, making the news headlines the next day.
He continually tried to create a vacuum around him, propelling the surrounding seawater. The process was arduous.
