The dim, silent depths of the sea teemed with hidden dangers.
In the deepest part of a trench nearly a thousand zhang wide, a massive golden radiance drifted slowly from the distance.
Within the golden radiance, more than a dozen otherworldly beauties—each with her own unique charm and style—surrounded a handsome young man in a magnificent purple robe, his eyes as dark as polished lacquer.
This place was thousands of zhang below the surface. The terrifying pressure of the boundless ocean was enough to make most Cultivators turn pale. Without powerful Magical Treasures and high Cultivation, no one would dare to linger here for long.
However, for Ling Changqing and his host of beautiful Dao Companions, this was hardly an issue.
The bottom of the trench was a silent, rugged world of grotesque, craggy rocks, exuding an air of desolate stillness.
