The boundless vast sea was solely a shade of gray. In this seemingly lifeless world, a Spirit Turtle slowly moved, providing the only spark of vitality to the vast sea.
No, it should be said, there was another trace of vitality, coming from the figure sitting atop the Spirit Turtle, who was slowly fishing.
The figure remained completely still, as if the one fishing had returned to oblivion. Yet, the bobbing of the fishing float, along with the movements of the Spirit Turtle, became one of the few motions in the vast sea.
The vast, gloomy void was eternal and unchanging. But just when everyone thought this weather would persist, a blood-red hue appeared amidst the vastness.
Blood-red, reflecting on the gloomy surface of the sea, made it appear eerier. The Spirit Turtle, which floated relying solely on the buoyancy of the seawater with closed eyes, suddenly opened its eyes.
Within the Spirit Turtle's eyes were six pupils, with the left eye's directly tearing through the void.
