Spirit Abyss Sea

As Li Yuan continued traveling through the Ancient Martial World, his cultivation grew increasingly stable.

One day, amid ceaseless battles, a sea of raging waves suddenly appeared before Li Yuan.

He stared ahead in astonishment. The boundary of the sea lay far off where the horizon merged with the sea mist, stretching endlessly.

At the shore stood a stone stele bearing three large characters: Spirit Abyss Sea.

Li Yuan turned to look at the sea ahead. It seemed vast and boundless, its waters displaying different scenes at different times.

It was early morning. Sunlight spilled down, and the sea seemed covered in a layer of fine golden foil. Glittering ripples spread across its surface, each one seemingly containing ancient Martial Path mysteries, as though whispering the sea's long history to the world. As the sun climbed higher, the sea turned a deep azure blue, rich and intense like Martial Path Will that could never be diluted—deep and mysterious, inspiring awe in all who gazed upon it. By evening, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sea blood-red. Amid the surging waves, it seemed as though the hot blood of countless martyrs was churning, or as if the sea were displaying its majesty and cruelty. On nights when the moon was dark and the winds were high, a cold, eerie silver glow would spread across the surface, as though ghosts were wandering over the water, adding a sinister, terrifying air to the sea.

Waves were the eternal melody of the Spirit Abyss Sea. Even when there was no wind, layer upon layer of ripples would appear on the surface—the silent stirring of power deep within the sea. Once the wind rose, enormous waves would follow one after another. The smaller waves were like mischievous children, gently slapping the reefs along