In the boundless ocean, only a small wooden raft drifted aimlessly.
Absolute silence enveloped the entire ocean, not even the crashing waves could produce any sound.
The seawater was deep and dark, diving straight into the endless abyss. Sitting on the raft looking straight down at the seabed, it always looked calm, but when he looked up in other directions, huge shadows rapidly flashed by in the corner of his eye, causing immense pressure.
This was a vast world, where the boundaries between water and sky were distinctly clear, with the distant dark seas and inexplicably clear skies.
Simultaneously, it was also a closed world, cramped to the extent that Yu Liang felt as though he was placed inside a water bucket, drifting along with the waves.
This was the only feeling Yu Liang had after entering the Copy three days ago.
