Lin Moyu retreated swiftly, with Wang Feng and his wife close behind him.
He did not stop until they were more than 30 kiloters away from the vortex.
At the vortex’s location, the sea had gone berserk. Endless waves churned violently, each towering over 1,000 ters high, and still growing.
The vortex expanded at a terrifying pace, devouring all surrounding seawater.
In less than half a minute, the spot where they had once been was completely swallowed.
Wang Feng’s face drained of color. Had they been even a mont slower, they would have faced another brush with death.
“Thank you, Brother.” He said sincerely.
Lin Moyu did not respond. His gaze remained fixed on the vortex, his expression grave.
Where others saw only raging waves, Lin Moyu saw rioting souls beneath the surface.
Vast soul force surged within the vortex, coalescing into a gigantic invisible hand that repeatedly slamd against the sea, creating those colossal waves.
Wang Feng could sense the disturbance as well.
The sheer violence of the soul force made his heart tremble; he knew that a single strike would be enough to annihilate him completely.
His face grew even paler, fear visible in his eyes.
“How is this possible?” Wang Feng muttered, sweat beading on his palms, “The ancestor’s notes never ntioned anything like this.”
Lin Moyu ignored him and probed deeper with his perception.
The towering waves were only a surface manifestation. The true core lay in the riot of soul force.
But what lay at the heart of that riot, and what had caused it to erupt?
As his senses sank deeper, Lin Moyu perceived consciousnesses in utter chaos.
The vortex had absorbed an enormous number of monsters, imprisoning their souls and forcibly rging them together along with their consciousnesses.
Driven by a powerful force, the souls fused and grew stronger.
The consciousnesses, however, did not rge. They remained fragnted and independent, driven by conflicting impulses that bred extre chaos.
It was like a vast army without a commander—so soldiers charging forward, others retreating; so rushing north, others running south.
Yet despite the disorder, the army possessed terrifying power. Even a fraction of its strength, if unleashed, would be enough to annihilate any enemy.
Chaos hardly mattered when the destructive potential was overwhelming.
That was before. Before the chaos had reached its breaking point.
Now, sothing within the vortex had changed. The fractured consciousnesses had erupted all at once.
Minutes later, the chaos inside the vortex reached its limit.
With a thunderous boom, a colossal column of water shot up from the vortex’s center, soaring tens of thousands of ters into the sky.
For an instant, sea and heavens seed to connect.
From afar, it looked like a waterfall flowing in reverse—an awe-inspiring, unprecedented spectacle, as though it ant to pierce the firmant itself.
Wang Feng and his wife stared in stunned silence, their earlier fear easing.
As Lin Moyu watched the sky-piercing column, he sensed a change. With the eruption, the chaotic consciousnesses were violently expelled, rapidly dissipating into the heavens and earth.
From the depths of the vortex, a strange aura spread outward.
“A God…” Lin Moyu frowned.
He recognized a divine aura, and with it, law force.
The law force swiftly unified the soul force, preserving the essence while discarding the dross. The chaotic consciousnesses were the dross.
In the blink of an eye, they were completely expelled, leaving behind only pure soul force.
Then, along with the surging waves, the purified soul force flowed back into the vortex.
The vortex opened like a colossal maw and swallowed it in a single gulp.
The divine aura vanished without a trace.
Lin Moyu finally understood. Within the vortex lay a God, and they were at least high-tier.
They controlled the vortex, drawing in countless monsters and crudely rging their souls together.
When enough had accumulated, they used law force to expel the chaotic consciousnesses and seize the refined soul force for themself.
This indiscriminate thod—imprisoning souls only to devour them—was neither kind nor benevolent.
Such thods—making no distinction between friend and foe, imprisoning souls, and ultimately devouring them…
Lin Moyu felt that this God was not kind or benevolent.
After the eruption, the vortex quickly cald, shrinking to a fraction of its forr size.
“It’s over!” Wang Feng exclaid, “It was dangerous, but truly spectacular!”
“The sea and sky becoming one… the ancestor didn’t lie. This trip was worth it.”
He could only perceive the surface-level soul fluctuations. Lin Moyu, however, saw far deeper.
Keeping his gaze fixed on the vortex, Lin Moyu analyzed what he had sensed.
“Deep within the vortex lies a sleeping God, likely severely injured.”
“Anything that enters it, whether monsters, humans, Demons, or Dragonkind, is treated the sa.”
“Every few years, when enough souls gather, it awakens, disperses the consciousnesses with the help of law force, and devours the pure soul force.”
“This God specializes in the domain of souls.”
Every God had their own specialty. The one slumbering within the vortex clearly surpassed Lin Moyu in soul-related matters, and by a wide margin.
Lost in thought, Lin Moyu slowly flew forward.
“Brother, what are you doing?” Wang Feng shouted anxiously, “It’s dangerous!”
“The danger has passed for now.” Lin Moyu replied, “I’m just taking a look.”
Wang Feng hesitated and stayed behind.
The earlier eruption had terrified him.
Had he been caught in it, he would have died without question.
Valuing his life, he chose to observe from afar.
When Lin Moyu reached 10,000 ters from the vortex, a Headless Knight appeared and charged ahead.
This ti, it entered the 10,000-ter range without incident and continued forward unhindered.
But once it crossed into 1,000 ters of the vortex’s edge, a violent soul attack descended once more.
The Headless Knight was annihilated instantly, returning to the summon space.
The danger zone had shrunk to 1,000 ters. The God’s defensive periter had contracted. But within it, the soul attack was even more ferocious.
This was an absolute forbidden zone.
“The God has left behind part of their power for defense.”
“It seems their injuries aren’t as severe as I thought.”
He had no intention of pressing further. Provoking a high-tier God skilled in soul attacks was not arrogance he could afford.
His gaze swept across the lower layer, as if surveying all four oceans.
Aside from the Divine Dragon Continent in the east, every landmass bore so connection to the Gods.
The entire lower layer was like a graveyard of the Gods, a place where a world-shaking war had once occurred, and countless Gods had fallen.
Seeing that Lin Moyu was unhard, Wang Feng finally mustered the courage to approach, “Brother, are you alright?”
Lin Moyu shook his head.
Wang Feng exhaled, then frowned, “I really don’t understand this Central Great Vortex. I’ve never heard anyone say it was this dangerous.”
Lin Moyu let out a soft chuckle, “That’s because anyone who got too close died. Dead n tell no tales.”
A chill ran down Wang Feng’s spine, “Damn… that’s terrifying. Forget it. I’m never coming back here again.”
“Mm. Don’t, if you can help it.”
This place was the resting ground of a powerful God. Unless one intended to slay that God, there was no reason to co.
“But it doesn’t look dangerous now.” Wang Feng said, glancing around uneasily.
At the mont, the vortex appeared unusually calm.
As long as one stayed outside the 1,000-ter forbidden zone, there seed to be no danger at all.
“It only looks harmless. This God is extrely skilled at deception.”
Suddenly, crisp notes rang out, weaving together into a beautiful, flowing lody.
It was pleasant to the ear, yet carried an unsettling rhythm.
“Soul lody.” Lin Moyu said at once. The sound was coming from the vortex.
Wang Feng’s eyes widened, “Brother, do you hear that?”
Lin Moyu nodded, “I do.”
The woman beside Wang Feng looked confused, “Why can’t I hear anything?”
“Your soul rank isn’t high enough.” Wang Feng explained, “That’s normal.”
He hesitated, brows knitting together, “But… it feels like the lody is calling for sothing.”
Lin Moyu pointed toward the distant seas, “It’s summoning the monsters.”
Following his gesture, they saw countless shapes stirring beneath the Starlight Ocean and the Wind-Lightning Ocean, all converging on the vortex.
The soul lody was ant for monsters. Lin Moyu could hear it because his soul rank was exceptionally high.
Though Wang Feng’s soul rank was lower, it was still sufficient.
Drawn by the soul lody, waves of monsters surged through the water and plunged into the vortex without hesitation.
The mont they crossed the 1,000-ter boundary, they died silently, one after another.
Their souls and consciousness were stripped away and forcibly fused together.
The vortex slowly began to expand once more.
Watching the scene, Lin Moyu knew this had happened countless tis before.
The slumbering God repeatedly summoned monsters, slaughtered them, and rged their souls.
Then, every few years, they awakened and devoured the accumulated souls in a single gulp.
Here, the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—was laid bare.
Because they were a powerful God, they could treat these monsters however they pleased.
And not only monsters. If human class users, Dragonkind, or Demons entered this place, their fate would be no different.
No one received special treatnt.
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