The sea of literature, boundless and limitless.
Chen Xu sits in the exam hall, his mind fleetingly following the sea of literature, entering that vast world.
What kind of world is this?
All that is visible is the deep space, the starry sea.
When several waves splash, an inkstone sways, resembling a leaf-like boat, rising from the waves of the starry sea.
Inkstone, leaf-like boat!
Chen Xu's divine thought meanders; at this moment, he appears transformed into a beam of dust light, akin to a mayfly.
He floats gently, landing within the inkstone boat.
Infinite information floods in.
The sea of literature is akin to a bitter sea, and the inkstone is the boat within it.
Should the divine soul fall within and sail with the boat to reach the other shore, it signifies successful cultivation.
This path is destined to be long and turbulent; stepping into the boat, one doesn't even know where the other shore lies.
