The Black Water surged, the tides rose and fell.
The splashed 'water waves' scattered the misty Chaos Origin Substance in the distance, revealing the figures hidden in the void one by one.
Yet everyone stood dazed and absent-minded, watching the tranquil figure in blue robes standing in the Black Water, their hearts tumultuous like the surging waves, each wave stronger than the last.
Fan Fenglei stood in front of the Spirit Origin Prefecture's temporary imperial palace and the group of Cultivators from the Spirit Origin Prefecture, slightly raising his head.
The Black Water Dao Domain and the sword-light collapsed together, the arising wind and waves blew through his white hair, yet could not penetrate the silent shock in his heart. His slightly pale face and the disheveled wet white hair intertwined to reveal a trace of embarrassment and powerless desolation.
Mumbling softly, as if in confusion, as if unwilling to believe:
"How is this possible... how is this possible..."
