Xu Ping closed his eyes and focused, operating his Cultivation Technique, as the ebb and flow of azure light around him flickered like an ancient tree rejuvenated in spring. He slowly absorbed the Spiritual Qi from the earth veins, repairing a decade's worth of toil.
Within the cave abode, only the long and steady sound of breathing remained.
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...
Three years later.
On this day, the sky was as clear as a wash, and the sea breeze was slightly salty.
In the calm sea ahead, a spiritual ship about a hundred yards long was plowing through the waves.
Rumble.
Without warning.
The deep blue waters below exploded suddenly.
A massive tail as thick as a temple pillar, covered in eerie blue scales, lashed out with the power of the vast sea and a tearing shriek, striking the side of the spiritual ship like the whip of divine retribution.
