Swimming Dragon Playing in the Water

A blue sky hung overhead.

A vast area of the ground was submerged and covered by floods, with only a few lonely mountain peaks poking out.

At this moment, a majestic man radiating a righteous aura walked slowly from the distant land toward the water's surface.

Every step the man took seemed to have been measured, without the slightest error.

The aura around him also doubled in intensity with every step he took down.

A terrifying fighting intent that charged through the universe constantly pressed against the surrounding space.

"Splash, splash, splash, splash!!!!!!!!"

A massive amount of water churned up, resembling boiling water.

"Plop!"

An explosion rang out, and a stream of water surged into the sky, instantly forming into a woman in mid-air. The woman was beautiful, and her temperament was like water. She stood suspended in thin air, looking down condescendingly at the man continuously approaching her.

The intense and potent fighting intent pressed down on the woman, making her feel a wave of palpitations. The woman was the spirit of the Weak Water, existing in the world since ancient times. Over countless ages, she had seen powerhouses of the god, demon, witch, monster, human, immortal, and ghost clans, but she had never witnessed such fighting intent and momentum resembling a spear or sword.

The Weak Water asked, "Who are you, and what do you want?"

Hearing this, the man did not answer immediately. Instead, he continued at his own pace, advancing toward the Weak Water until he stopped only a dozen meters away from her. With his feet standing firmly on the solid ground and his spine straight as a javelin, the man said in a deep, resonant voice, "I have come to invite the fairy to return to heaven!"

Hearing this, the Weak Water's expression, which