Following the sound, Wang Yao looked closely and saw several foreign gods dressed in long robes, leaning on canes, standing on the bow of a puppet ship. They had shaved the tops of their heads, but left the hair around them, making them look very strange.

These foreign gods formed a cone shape standing in the air. The one at the front had its hand outstretched forward without a cane, as if holding something, but it was not very clear under the sunlight.

The foreign gods stood with their eyes slightly closed, in groups of two, three, and four behind the leading foreign god, their ten bald heads bowed, muttering as if reciting some kind of scripture. Hu Mei stood alone at the bow of the puppet ship behind these foreign gods.

The moment Wang Yao noticed Hu Mei, a fountain-like torrent suddenly rose in front of the ocean gods, crashing into the gravel mountain above the puppet fleet. Then, countless other torrents rose from the ocean between the puppet fleets.

Those torrents were like columns of water, supporting the increasingly massive gravel mountain in the air, causing its descent to slow down significantly once again.

Wang Yao felt that these surging currents rising from the ocean seemed to defy the laws of physics. They not only supported the gravel mountain, but also spread upwards wave after wave from the gaps between the gravel, and the mountains in the sky were being submerged in the rising seawater.

If you absolutely have to reclaim land from the sea, then create a vast ocean for you to fill.

When Wang Yao saw the seawater soaking the gravel mountain surging upwards in layers of golden light under the illumination of the sky, he couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.