Whack!
In the eyes of Zhang Yu Quan and many other sailors, the swordsman with an imposing manner and poised bearing had been the best pick. Yet he was beaten, his brain smashed and his body beaten to a pulp. The shallop was in smithereens, floating on the surface of the sea.
At that moment, they saw a Taoist priest cloaked in a mysterious robe suspended in midair.
He wore the mask of "Heavenly Primogenitor", looking awe-inspiring and dignified as he stood almost seven meters tall. As if interwoven by the Dharma and Logos, his entire body appeared to be bracing the heaven and touching the sea.
The Celestial dictated All since the Beginning as if filled with emptiness. This left an indelible impression on Zhang Yuquan and the sailors. Furthermore, the sea was tranquil and the wind calm, lightning flickered with the rumbling thunder amidst the hazy fog. In their hearts, they thought him to be a Buddha-like Deity - a true Immortal.
