Crash—
The tide surged, momentarily tipping the sky.
Sunlight and moonlight could not be seen.
This vast chessboard world seemed like a scroll of unrestricted and unguarded canvas, left for anyone to paint at will—naturally, unless one was a true master, they had no right to wield the brush.
For example, the rattle-drum, like the heaven covering the sea.
For instance, at this moment, the weathered Li Mao, like a true fisherman, stood proudly atop a towering wave, cautiously observing this "ocean."
With a fling of his left hand, a fishing net immediately spread wide, expanding endlessly as if it could reach the ends of the sky, covering the entire body of water. A shake of his right hand and a fish spear with its bent tip snapped straight, its cold glint blinding, before it plunged fiercely into the water!
