Splash, splash!
With a thought, Xia Ping sent his massive body rolling through the Sea of Bitterness, raising enormous waves that thundered across the waters and churned everything around him into chaos, like a flood dragon rising from the sea.
Although the Sea of Bitterness was boundless and vast, his body was still a colossal presence within it.
"My body is far too large in the Sea of Bitterness."
Xia Ping frowned. A body this large was not necessarily a good thing. Though he could raise towering waves with a casual movement, churning the waters with terrifying force, even taking a single step forward in the Sea of Bitterness was hundreds or thousands of times harder for him than for other cultivators. Whenever he tried to advance, countless invisible forces seemed to tug at him, keeping him from moving even an inch.
The farther he went, the more terrifying the resistance became.
Now he understood why Green Ox had been so worried about his path to sainthood. His soul was simply too powerful, which made it difficult to advance through the Sea of Bitterness.
If he could not cross the Sea of Bitterness, he would never become a saint.
"No wonder it's called crossing the Sea of Bitterness. With this kind of force holding me back, it really is hard to move forward."
Xia Ping tried swimming through the Sea of Bitterness, heading ahead.
But after only a few minutes, he was already drenched in sweat. He felt as though he had fought for three days and nights, his spirit on the verge of collapse.
In the Sea of Bitterness, he had to struggle against the current every moment. The water not only offered immense resistance but also rushed violently, full of turbulent currents and whirlpools. One careless move could