The western ocean felt endless.
Dark blue water stretched beyond the horizon in every direction while massive waves rose and fell beneath heavy skies. The deeper Zero traveled toward the western island chains, the colder the sea currents became.
Yet his clothes remained completely dry.
A thin layer of spiritual Qi surrounded his body and clothing naturally, separating seawater from touching him directly. The technique itself was simple for higher cultivators, but maintaining it continuously while moving through violent ocean currents required absurd control.
For Zero—
it happened automatically.
At first, he traveled beneath the sea.
Ocean currents flowed quietly around him while countless marine creatures fled instinctively from his presence. Occasionally enormous shadows passed through distant waters, ancient sea beasts sleeping far below the surface.
Then eventually Zero rose upward.
The ocean surface exploded lightly as he stepped onto the sea itself.
Not floating.
