Dragon Spirit Sea – Abyssal Depths!
SPLASH!~
The world above shimmered with soft green light, a gentle, ethereal glow that whispered promises of enlightenment.
The world below?
A black void of 'fuck around and find out' energy.
The further Su Xiaobai descended, the more the water thickened—no longer the light, refreshing spiritual mist of the surface but something dense, ancient, and unnervingly intimate. Like an overenthusiastic masseuse that didn't understand personal boundaries, it hugged to him, wrapping around his limbs, kneading into his bones like it had already paid for the full-body service.
And the abyss? It yawned open below him, vast and patient, like the mouth of a sleeping behemoth waiting to see if he tasted good enough to bother waking up for.
Whoosh!
Then, the ruins emerged.
An ancient palace, its grand halls long swallowed by time, lay sprawled across the seabed like the discarded corpse of an empire.
