In the midst of the sea, there was a quiet azure blue, with the faintest glimmers of daylight, hardly piercing the depth of the water. The murky water swarmed with shells, algae, and fish that wove in and out with exceptional freedom.
He Qingshen sank to the bottom, yet she could still feel the ripples of the tide surging over her, the water repeating its cycle of ebb and flow. Even in the midst of the sea, she could sense the constant undulation.
At that moment, in the blurry heart of the sea, the slender, pitch-black body of the Treasure-hunting Water Beast suddenly stiffened, then coiled into a circle in the blink of an eye, and from its vicinity, a sharp, piercing sound erupted!
"Squeak——"
The sound was so aggressive that it traveled through heavy waves, scattering a school of small fish that had just gathered around.
However, He Qingshen, who was enveloped by Spiritual Energy, was barely hindered at all.
