In the Imperial Examination Hall, Chen Xu closed his eyes.
Purple smoke rose from the paper in front of him, shining brightly, causing astonishment throughout the venue.
Or perhaps not just the venue; a purple smoke from an essay should shake the entire world.
But Chen Xu paid no mind to the mystical phenomena before him.
Because at this moment, his originally calm Sea of Literature suddenly surged with turbulent waves.
In the Sea of Literature, the inkstone boat, which had always drifted with the waves, suddenly expanded in the rolling waves, growing out of thin air.
One zhang, two zhang... five zhang, ten zhang!
The inkstone, like a small boat, transformed into a proper and broad vessel.
At the bow, the dragon keel waterwheel stood erect like a dragon's head.
At the stern, there emerged a half-real, half-illusory figure at an unknown time.
The figure wore a straw hat and held a sickle, leaning on a hoe.
