The East China Sea Is Turbid: the Will of Qi Tian

In the deepest part of the East China Sea, there is a pillar that has stood there for three thousand years. No one knows what it is. The Bureau of Science and Technology called it "Sea Eye Core", the fishermen called it "Dragon King Pile", and the remnant soul in Chen Zhuo's mind said - "That's my grandson's stick." Chen Zhuo didn't believe it. Until he saw something growing in the black slurry spit out by the sewage ship that shouldn't exist. Until someone from the Divine Strategy Bureau knocked on his door and told him: The mountain guard lineage has been extinct for thirty years, and the seal only has six months left. Until the sealed door on the thirteenth floor underground began to call his name. The peach core cracked and residual fire entered the body. Chen Zhuo held on to the clothes drying rod he bought from the hardware store and looked at the surging sea in the distance. The East China Sea is turbid, but Qitian's will is immortal. It's time for this stick to go home.