Crash——
Fang Cheng's entire body was like a javelin, tearing through the upper layers of the sea, plunging straight into the deep ink-blue below.
Amidst a series of fine bubbles surging up, the clamor on the surface was instantly stripped away.
The surrounding light abruptly dimmed, and all that was left by his ears was the deep and continuous thudding as the water parted.
Fang Cheng did not rush to exert force but allowed the massive inertia from entering the water to slide his body diagonally downward.
He was adjusting his state, while also sorting out the logic of this nearly mad action in his mind.
The call that had reappeared in the trench earlier was certainly not a hallucination.
Because in Fang Cheng's perception, this call felt like a longing traversing through endless time and space, full of indescribable emotion.
It seemed as if, in the undercurrents, there was some kind of destined link between them.
