After taking a brief rest at Dragon Resting Platform in the sea, the figure in blue descended into the depths.
For the moment, Chen Ping'an could not form a water-warding incantation. He could only rely on the incomparably resilient body of a Martial Cultivator, diving ever deeper into the seabed, like a green mountain sinking into water.
He had previously mistaken his Realm Drop for a fall to the First Realm, thinking he could slow down and catch his breath. Yet, just as the old saying went, Heaven's Way never let wrongs pass—there were no grudges left overnight.
It was true that they would go to the Great Shou Dynasty to demand an accounting, but that was Cui Dongshan and the others' affair. As for enduring a Heavenly Punishment alone, that was the urgent matter before him, one he could neither evade nor avoid.
Since he could not escape this calamity, then how to answer it and cross it—over ten thousand years, mountain cultivators had each possessed all manner of mysterious methods and astonishing approaches.
Chen Ping'an focused his vision beneath the sea and found an underwater mountain range. He shot toward it like an arrow, then walked along the central dragon spine as though he were a traveler visiting the mountains, slowly making his way downhill.
Strangely enough, although Chen Ping'an was naturally close to water through the Great Dao, during his many journeys abroad, the number of times he had truly traveled through water could be counted on his fingers.
Chen Ping'an was surprised to discover traces of human activity on this mountain path. With a sweep of his sleeve, he dispersed the silt and mud, revealing a dilapidated Rest Pavilion built amid the mountains.
The vast sea had become mulberry fields, and the mulberry fields had become