WHIRR!
Xu Qing looked up. The Wooden House was changing. A black vortex had formed on the ceiling—the entrance to the eighth level of the Only True Path.
Evidently.
Xu Qing had passed the trial of the Seventh Level of the Only True Path.
"Go!"
SWOOSH!
Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Qing stepped forward and transformed into a streak of light. He shot into the black vortex, leaving the Seventh Level of the Only True Path behind as he headed for the eighth.
WHIRR! WHIRR!
Soon, Xu Qing's senses returned to normal. He had entered the eighth level of the Only True Path and was immediately met with the sound of endless rushing water—a deafening, ear-piercing SPLASH.
"This place..."
Xu Qing looked around. He saw endless lakes, seas, and rivers. He had arrived in a world of countless oceans, a vast world made of water.
Originally.
