In an empty expanse of sea, a howling gale whipped the waters into towering, furious waves. Dark clouds hung oppressively low, accompanied by a violent, driving rain.

This was a stormflood of moderate scale.

From the vantage point of heaven and earth, Li Fan could clearly see that this particular stormflood was slowly moving in a specific direction. And Zhang Haobo was following behind it at a steady, unhurried pace.

From time to time, he sent out slashes of blue light with his sword, like a diligent gardener pruning a hedge, carefully trimming and guiding the stormflood's path forward.

Although the power contained within this maelstrom far exceeded that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Zhang Haobo, he controlled it like a child herding livestock, steering the stormflood...