Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

The waves soared to the sky, and the billows surged violently, the wind and waves on the sea surface were so great that they could capsize any vessel.


But as one traveled deeper along the ocean surface, the turbulent tides gradually subsided. By the time one reached a depth of a hundred feet, there were hardly any strong undercurrents. As far as the eye could see, the depths were a dark blue, teeming with fish, and life was incredibly rich.


Within this azure water, a figure moved forward silently, far faster than the fish, almost traversing a hundred feet in an instant, leaving a clear white streak through the water.


He was still clad in his usual simple garments, but as he walked along the sea floor, his whole outfit remained dry. The surrounding water seemed to soak him in the center, but in reality, there was a barely perceptible layer between them, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.


Chapter 388: Invitation from Tingchao Cliff