Ninety Thousand Li Beneath the Sea

Splash, splash—

The gentle sound of waves echoed softly by his ears again and again.

Chen An stood quietly on a stretch of fine, soft silver sand. The sea breeze brushed against him, carrying a faint salty scent.

A trace of confusion arose in his heart.

Wasn't I breaking through in the deep-sea reef zone? How did I end up here?

He looked down at his naked body.

Then he raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Before him stretched an endless, crystal-clear blue sea, its surface perfectly calm.

"Is this... my Mental Space?"

A humanoid figure suddenly appeared beside him, its tone calm.

"That's right. This is your Sea of Consciousness."

The figure raised a hand and pointed toward the vast sea.

"Take a look. How is this recreation of the real ocean?"

With a thought from Chen An, a white shirt and black trousers instantly appeared over his body.

His gaze swept across the entire sea, and he gave a slight nod, his tone approving.

"Very good. The sea breeze, the waves, even the look of the water are exactly the same as the real thing."

Then his tone shifted as his gaze penetrated the surface waters and fell upon the dark, empty seabed.

"But the ocean floor is too bare."

The humanoid phantom folded its arms and sighed helplessly.

"Your Mental Power is only at 900 points right now. This is the limit. I can only help you construct the surface waters; filling in the seabed ecosystem is beyond me."

"Hm? It's already 900? That was pretty fast."

Chen An turned and walked inland across the beach.

As far as the eye could see, flowers and grass flourished along the shore, vegetation grew thick and lush, and clusters of trees stood scattered about. In the distance,