Water Tiger Camp.
Early morning.
On the surface of the Golden River.
A small boat floated in the middle of the river. On board, Zhuo Hu was cultivating.
He visualized the sea overturning and furious waves surging.
Gradually, the sound of wind rose over the Golden River, and the originally calm water began to churn.
At the bottom of the Golden River lived a group of Giant Beast parasites, but now, none of those creatures dared to show their heads.
They had all gone into hiding.
The current at the bottom of the river surged silently, soon forming a whirlpool that stirred up a great roar on the surface.
The river water periodically slapped against the small boat, sending waves surging up.
Spray flew in all directions and splashed onto Zhuo Hu.
At that moment, within Zhuo Hu's inner world, an angry sea was whipped into a frenzy by wind and clouds, periodically raising waves ten zhang high.
Now, because the Sea Overturning Art he cultivated was only at the first layer, it could only raise waves ten zhang high. If he cultivated it to the third layer, he would be able to raise waves a hundred zhang high.
If he cultivated it to perfection, he would be able to overturn the raging sea.
By then.
Every one of Zhuo Hu's attacks would carry the might of an overturned sea and could not be underestimated.
Moreover, the best place to cultivate the Sea Overturning Art was somewhere rich in water vapor. That was why Zhuo Hu had meditated on the Golden River.
He finished his cultivation.
Zhuo Hu slowly exhaled a breath, then opened his eyes. Furious tides seemed to surge within them, but in the blink of an eye, the light in his eyes subsided.
Not the slightest glint