Howling winds and torrential rain, monstrous waves.
Beneath the ever-fluctuating sea surface, in the gradually thickening darkness, the continuous roar of the waves reverberated, mixed with bursts of thunderous noise reminiscent of landslides, rising and falling.
The deep sea was not serene.
It was as if the clamor of destruction continuously echoed.
Amidst the eternal darkness and turmoil, a strand of pure white phosphorescence silently sprouted, like a treasure bead, the illusory light holding up the imnse pressure of the sea.
Step by step, descending.
"Wulou Temple's profound law is indeed impressive, my admiration."
A voice, indistinguishable and untraceable, emanated from beneath the oil paint mask, as the hunchbacked silhouette, akin to an old ape, floated amidst the created void within the sea, clicking his tongue in wonder: "The Absolute Abyss Series is truly convenient, but managing everything personally can be sowhat troubleso. If Du Luojia Vina has needs, I happen to have a few rare items here."
"The Path of Righteousness, endowed with divine abilities, requires no external objects."
The monk, with a Mani Treasure Pearl atop his head, glanced coldly at the old ape, "Old Rotten Ape, stop flaunting your You Sui skills, and think about how to persuade that Tyrant, whom you've managed to trick so badly."
"Heh heh, no worries, Vina, the Abyss Lord embraces the Four Seas, how could a re temporary gain or loss concern him?"
"Let's hope so."
The speaking monk withdrew his gaze.
In the reflection of the Treasure Bead, a visage appeared.
Underneath the solemn and austere kasaya, was unexpectedly a rather young and petite girl's body, her forehead and brows adorned with auspicious patterns, and a vertical stroke painted like an eye with gold ink on her forehead.
Yet, her words sounded ancient, hoarse, and deep.
Whether it be Ascension or the Absolute Abyss Path, reaching profound and distant realms, the spirit detaching from the body to move independently is not uncommon, known as Star Spirit Body Projection, or Yin God Traveling, Soul Detachnt, it's rely a nominal distinction.
Nevertheless, the Spiritual Body often has many inconveniences, prone to interference and erosion by external forces, with a risk of significant damage if mishandled, giving rise to nurous techniques and thodologies.
For instance, the Tujini protector with a human face and three eyes at this mont, possessing imnse might, capable of traversing sky and sea, with boundless strength, able to safeguard and harm sentient beings, capable of traversing the places ten directions beings tread!
Despite appearing as a petite girl, revealing her true form might be even more ferocious and violent than a Legion or a Disaster Beast.
In the deep sea, he ignored the extre cold and imnse pressure, strolling leisurely downward, with lotus flowers in the void faintly blooming and withering unpredictably.
Even the mutant species and massive Disaster Beasts within the sea were captivated by that Illusion Light, instinctively converging, approaching, following behind him, casting themselves under the feet of the Tujini protector, gradually withering, turning to ashes and scattering.
It seed devoid of any brutality or terror, instead remarkably peaceful, like the birth and demise of all phenona, the arising and ceasing of conditions, so tranquil.
Ahead, the guide, Rotten Ape, paused slightly.
"We've arrived."
In the deep sea, a desolate scene unfolded, the seabed covered in fissures appeared greyish, the forr abyss and nurous grand buildings no longer discernible, even devoid of any signs of living creatures.
Du Luojia couldn't help but frown.
It wasn't a doubt about Rotten Ape leading the wrong way, but rather a sigh that rumors sotis indeed contain a grain of truth.
These Tyrants, who thrive with favorable winds but retreat under adverse ones, winning like dogs and losing like turtles, are simply too bug-like.
And the Abyss Lord being the apex of them all, just by losing a round, imdiately turning ostrich, hiding away in the Sea Abyss, without even revealing a head!
What is there to fear?
A distance of hundreds of thousands of miles, could anyone really co knocking again?
Utterly disgraceful.
At this mont, even when they've arrived right at the doorstep, there was still no response. Surely hiding behind so screen, watching the surveillance pretending to be dead!
Du Luojia couldn't help but glare at Rotten Ape, 'Great job you've done'.
Rotten Ape chuckled as if nothing had happened, moving forward, waving a token from his hand, sending out a strand of Spiritual Fluctuation.
"The guests have arrived at the door, why does the Abyss Lord begrudge a eting?"
The deep sea was lifeless, with no response.
"..."
Du Luojia frowned, turned back to look at Rotten Ape.
Rotten Ape was also briefly stunned, then seemingly realized, introducing: "This is the envoy of Wulou Temple's Good Abbot Dharma King, the host monk master of the Upper Court Ganlu Forest, Master Du Luojia."
Noted for the renown of the Abyss Lord's might, specially coming to visit, I hope you do not mind."
Saying so, he glanced at Du Luojia, urging silently, Du Luojia's expression twitched montarily, the Treasure Bead on his head radiated intensely, the barren seabed instantaneously blooming with treasures, magnificently beautiful, like an otherworldly realm.
Revealing identity.
This is the Abyss Lord, or an autistic indeed, seemingly refusing to show up upon seeing unfamiliar people, already fraught with a state of extre alarm!
Indeed, as Rotten Ape anticipated, at that mont, the Sea Abyss cracked, suddenly revealed, endless darkness erupted, rising like a massive column, carrying fury and hatred, a blurred face erged from the darkness.
That face shifted constantly, sotis revealing cracks, contracting and expanding, staring fixedly at Rotten Ape.
Its resentnt was bone-deep.
After a long while, seemingly squeezing out a voice from between gritted teeth:
"... You dare to co?!"
The shadow of the tower faintly appeared, the furious Law of the Usurper extended from the void, like a raging beast, ravenous and nacing, seeking to devour. Yet, recalling the previously shut doors and playing dead, inevitably conveyed a sense of being bravado masking vulnerability, re posturing.
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