Ji Jingqiu took a deep breath, indeed this Bitter Sea Water is extraordinarily mysterious.
The next moment, his knees slightly bent, and with a force strong enough to uproot, he suddenly lifted his foot, stepping into the seawater again. Even with his physique, the bones between his legs made creaking sounds.
Then, he walked forward, leaving footprints step by step.
The seawater gradually rose from his ankles to his calves, wetting his pants.
The deeper he went, the more Ji Jingqiu felt his Dao Power gradually fading, and all his Heavenly King traits weakening simultaneously.
Even the Illusory Dao obtained from Wuzhou was becoming more and more silent until it stopped responding.
His thoughts and spirit also gradually slowed down, as if being submerged by the Bitter Sea, pulling the True Self from its infinite heights—
Even the Inner World seemed to have a tendency to fall silent.
