Wang Qi extended his arm and gently lifted it. The surrounding seawater began to surge toward him, the sand and stones also rolling towards him, as if the ground beneath his feet was sinking.
In fact, it was not the ground that was caving in, but space itself.
"Vastness overflowing the firmament..."
Wang Qi slowly extended his hand and then, with force, pulled. The scene before him twisted completely, as if with this tug, he had distorted the entire world like a piece of canvas pulled askew. What he really shook was not the "world," but space. The movement of light was interfered with, hence the momentary distortion.
Ai Changyuan sighed from behind him, "A success. Equal to myself seven days ago."
