Beyond Chaos Heaven.
The once utterly tranquil land was now stirring with wind and clouds.
Countless reclusive sects, cities, and saintly factions began to emerge.
This land was barren—or rather, its treasures had long since been exhausted through generations of excavation. Yet unprecedented ruins had now appeared before them, and countless young prodigies emerged one after another.
Within the dojo, fishing had begun on a chaotic beach formed from gravel and fragments.
So-called fishing involved using fishing lines made of special materials, combined with one's mental power, to forcibly resist the chaos of the universe and hook certain ancient objects from the sea.
It could not compare to personally diving into the Chaos Sea, but it was a method suited for the weaker ones.
Splash, splash.
Sun umbrellas stood densely along the vast shoreline.
Countless beings were fishing, sipping drinks and eating fruit, making the place seem like a vacation resort.
"It's coming up, it's coming up! As expected of Superior Fishing Gear! My mental power is attached to it, so I can sense the depths below and hook the ancient objects drifting there!"
At that moment, a fat man breathed heavily as a group of disciples gathered around him to watch. "Pull it up quickly! Hurry! Otherwise, the Chaos Sea will corrode the fishing line. If it stays too long, the line will melt outright. If you can't pull it up, even the Dao artifact will be ruined!"
This was a superior fishing rod they had bought at great cost, and it could only be used a limited number of times. Given enough time, it would be corroded and melted by the Chaos Sea.
"Don't rush, don't rush!" The fat man took a deep breath and carefully adjusted the rod.
Splash.
The fishing line broke the surface, sending ripples