Chen Qianhu stood on the shoreline, gazing at the dark sea.
Though night had fallen, to him, there was no difference between day and night. As long as he wished, he could 'see' everything around him.
The breath of sandworms, the breaking of bubbles, the gentle rustle of sea breeze passing through wild bird feathers — all these he could see, hear, and perceive in detail.
The world had transformed into a different form in his eyes.
A form that mortals and low-tier cultivators could neither understand nor imagine.
Soon, Chen Qianhu discovered something interesting.
It wasn't Xiao Yilong, but a fish.
A fat giant carp lay on the shore, wriggling and flopping actively.
It had become stranded.
This fish was immensely fat, its scales gleaming with a silvery light under the moonlight, its mouth opening and closing as if speaking.
Looking at this fish, he had an idea.
As the saying goes, "If you are not family, you won't enter the same door."
