Crash!
The waves surged, tilting the sky in an instant.
Neither sunlight nor moonlight could be seen.
This vast chessboard world was like an uncovered canvas, open to anyone's whims—though naturally, only true powerhouses were qualified to hold the brush.
Like a drumstick beating a rattle-drum, like Heaven Cover burying the sea.
At this moment, the weathered-looking Li Mao stood proudly atop a towering wave like a true fisherman, his gaze warily sweeping across this "ocean."
With a flick of his left hand, a fishing net immediately spread open, expanding without end as though reaching the very edge of heaven, completely blanketing these waters. With a shake of his right hand, the bent spike of the fish spear instantly straightened, its cold gleam blinding, before it plunged savagely into the water!
This fish spear was like water itself, formless by nature, free to course through any river. Once it entered the water, limitless power of the water element clung to it. Water would never hinder it; it would only offer every aid it could.
Zhao, Qian, Sun, plum; Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao—Li Mao ranked fourth.
The Equality State's twelve strongest protectors of the Way were assigned to the twelve double-hours.
Among them were four True Lords and eight Divine Presences.
He was one of the True Lords.
His Way was exceedingly simple: merely the word [Net].
Yet beneath this net, heaven and earth had nowhere to flee!
Wherever there was a drop of water, it was now within the fishing net.
On the other side, Qian Chou, already untied from the fishing line, stood aboard a small skiff.
The skiff rode the sea, rising and falling freely amid the raging billows.
A kindly smile rested on his face as his right hand continuously shook a rattle-drum, as though peddling the