The lead-gray clouds hung extremely low, as if within reach by simply raising a hand. Beneath them, the gale swept up waves tinged with a suppressed dark blue, crashing heavily onto the protruding mountain rocks, shattering into piles of pale white snow, and then retreating with a rustling sound.
Hawks and falcons circled in the sky.
Whales, over ten zhang long, broke the water surface, letting out a deep hum, turned mid-air, casting vast shadows before heavily plunging back into the sea, making the waves even more turbulent.
Wang Anfeng stood on the highest black mountain rock, overlooking the waves, a longsword on his back. During the time when celestials suddenly appeared, the Dongfang family, unusually, had no issues, having suppressed the celestial markers that should have belonged to the celestials for five hundred years, passing from generation to generation.
