Cui Chengze’s gaze beca distant as his mind returned to the ti trapped in the Shipwreck Belt.
"To be honest, even today, I can scarcely believe that I truly escaped that area. When I boarded the Sea Song, I even thought I had never left the Shipwreck Belt."
With Cui Chengze’s recollection, he began to describe everything that happened in the Shipwreck Belt.
Eight years ago, Cui Chengze entered the Shipwreck Belt aboard the Louis passenger ship.
Like the Sea Song and Star Jump, it wasn’t an accident, but a human-made disaster.
As if in a script shown countless tis, the captain of the Louis, in collusion with the New Cosmos Sect aboard, successfully took control of the passenger ship.
They deliberately created conflicts and panic, using them as excuses to eliminate disobedient individuals, and ensnared passengers into joining the New Cosmos Sect for psychological comfort and herd ntality.
They endured thirty nightmare-like days in the Shipwreck Belt, eventually crossing it to reach the journey’s end.
A surface of the sea that was incomparably calm.
On this sea surface, the New Cosmos Sect began their sacrificial ritual.
Before boarding the ship, Cui Chengze was a sowhat renowned fortune teller; his family had once been royal wizards, passing down mystical knowledge for generations.
However, their family’s skills were quite diocre and their qualifications below average. Over generations, the expertise diminished, and by the ti of Cui Chengze’s grandfather, their skills were so poor that the underground mysticism circles no longer included them.
By the ti it passed to Cui Chengze, their family’s mysticism had lost its combat capabilities, relying only on engaging tricks to tell fortunes for ordinary people. Even so, the success rate of fortune-telling was only thirty percent.
Due to his poor ability, the New Cosmos Sect never considered him an insider, viewing him as a re fraudster not worth strict monitoring or preemptive elimination.
Unexpectedly, despite his lack of skill, Cui Chengze possessed a wealth of knowledge. He found a weakness in the ritual during its preparation ti and used his lifelong learning to set up a safe zone.
The next mont, he saw the entire ship radiate with light.
After the light vanished, except for a few high-ranking mbers of the New Cosmos Sect and the captain, everyone else disappeared in the radiance.
Hidden in the shadows, he watched as a speedboat picked up the captain and the few from the New Cosmos Sect. He intended to flee, but just as they left, a massive vortex ford beneath the surface, pulling the Louis back into the Shipwreck Belt.
Since witnessing the light from the sacrificial ritual, it was as if a door had opened for him. What once seed like esoteric mystical knowledge now beca as comprehensible as elentary textbooks.
He set up a Fishing Spell to lure the surrounding fish, using fishing rods left by passengers to catch fish for food.
The Shipwreck Belt was rainy, and when thirsty, he would drink the accumulated rainwater.
Surviving on fish and rainwater, he lived alone on the ship for nearly two years, during which he saw another ship enter the Shipwreck Belt but dared not approach, as the stronger his mystical power beca, the more he sensed the horrific nature of those arranging the sacrificial ritual.
He could only watch helplessly as the cruise ship appeared, then disappeared.
After that experience, he was ashad of his weakness and hated his helplessness, driving him to practice mysticism relentlessly, swearing that if he encountered them again, he would find a way to stop them.
Not long after, while fishing as usual, he hooked a giant creature.
At this point, Cui Chengze abruptly paused and said, "You’d never guess what I caught."
Wu Chang furrowed his brow, suddenly suspecting that all of Cui Chengze’s ramblings weren’t just a boastful fisherman’s tale about his catch.
How did you know I once caught an eight-hundred-pound tuna in the Shipwreck Belt?
He doubted whatever was caught could help Cui Chengze escape the Shipwreck Belt. Never mind a tuna, even if Cui Chengze had caught a blue whale, it wouldn’t help.
He smirked, sarcastically saying, "You couldn’t have hooked the Sea God, could you?"
As those words left his mouth, he saw Cui Chengze’s face imdiately collapse, like a child eager to flaunt a secret only to have the answer guessed in the first try.
"Damn, is your intuition always this sharp?"
Wu Chang: "..."
Holy crap, did he really catch the Sea God?
Cui Chengze sighed; though his secret was revealed, recalling his once-glorious achievent excited him again.
"That day, I caught a golden Dragon King! You can’t imagine how imnse it was! Even just a single scale seen through the sea’s surface was over three ters long!"
"My hook snagged in the gap between its scales, dragging into the sea. I couldn’t resist; my only choice was to hold onto the fishing rod for dear life. When I regained consciousness, I lay on the shore."
"Looking up, I saw right on a nearby reef was a statue that ocean people used to sacrifice to the Sea General. I’m certain, the Dragon King I caught that day was the Sea General himself!"
Wu Chang recalled the legend of the Sea General, realizing there seed indeed to be so connection.
Assuming Cui Chengze’s words were true, if the Sea General existed in this Shipwreck Belt, could the being summoning him from the deep be the Sea General?
But judging by the manner and intensity of the call, that thing hardly seed a benevolent spirit.
Both his reason and his inspiration were telling him to absolutely not heed the call or recklessly seek out that thing.
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