The continuous streaks of rain kept falling into the sea, stirring up waves of surging darkness.
On a dark green island, a black-robed cultivator emerged from the sea.
He landed on the island and, with several swift leaps, entered a massive dark chasm where seawater also seeped in.
Though the seawater here appeared even darker.
It was as if it had been dyed in ink.
After the cultivator leapt into the chasm, he vanished inside. Shortly thereafter, tiny drops of ink began landing beside the island.
The ink drops surged towards the mountain chasm as well.
Yet soon, a flash of sword light emerged within the chasm, obliterating the ink drops in an instant.
Simultaneously, the silhouette of the black-robed man appeared inside the chasm.
He frowned slightly, showing clear discontent toward the spiritual light of the ink drops.
Especially when he saw the ink drops reform, his displeasure deepened.
