Instantly, Cheng Zongyang's thick and long body plunged into the ocean like a falling meteor, kicking up waves dozens of feet high. The waves bloomed in an instant like a gigantic white lotus, only to crash down under the force of gravity, turning into layers of ripples that spread in all directions.
Like a fish returning to the sea, Cheng Zongyang felt as though he had gone back to the days of swimming freely and joyfully in the waters of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. He dashed recklessly through the ocean. The seawater gently enveloped his body; the salty, astringent touch no longer made him uncomfortable, but instead brought an intimate sense of belonging. With every flick of his tail, a powerful current surged behind him, propelling him through the underwater world like an arrow loosed from a bow.
