Fang Cheng weighed it in his hand, then with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the stone towards the focal point at the bottom of the pit.
The stone instantly broke through the seawater, leaving a straight trajectory behind.
However, when it touched the area filled with transparent patterns, it neither shattered nor collided.
In the visual field, it merely spread out a faint, translucent ripple.
Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the entire rock evaporated instantly, leaving not the slightest trace of dust in the seawater.
Fang Cheng slightly narrowed his eyes, a hint of understanding flashing through them.
The rock wasn't falling or being destroyed; it was directly entering another space.
"Gui Xu..."
The description of a bottomless ocean in ancient texts surfaced in Fang Cheng's mind.
The waters of the eight directions and nine wilds, the flow of the Tianhan, all ultimately converge in that bottomless abyss of deathly silence.
