Bai Ya didn't know where he was being taken by the mysterious current. When he finally regained control of his body, there was nothing but darkness around him, almost exactly what he had seen when he first came to the sea.

It was so cold that he finally felt the chill of the deep sea that he had never noticed before. Perhaps the chill here is really strong enough to peel off the protection of the silk clothes. Where does this cold come from? Where is this? Bai Ya didn't know anything, let alone whether he should be happy or sad for his survival.

He looked around, trying to find any clues. Fortunately, the Demon Sealing Blade was still in his hand, and he held it in his mouth, pulled out the scimitar behind his backhand, and swung it up and down, testing if there was anything around him that he couldn't see. Compared to the dark and narrow cave I first came to, this place is very large, so big that I don't know the border, and I can't even see it up and down.

Without any currents, Bai Ya couldn't make out the direction at all. What's worse was that his instincts told him that he wasn't the only one here—no, human, maybe he was the only one, but what else could be? Bai Ya's unique instinct told him that there seemed to be a narrow figure slowly gliding from under his body. It's up there, and it's all in the distance.

He couldn't hear any sound, and the sound of his breathing through the silk clothes was extremely heavy and loud, for fear of provoking something that shouldn't be provoked. He was pretty sure there were several, if not dozens, dragons like the ones before, but they hadn't spotted him yet. At this moment, he suddenly touched something under his feet. Bai Ya's center of gravity was unstable, and he leaned forward, and the hand holding the knife immediately freed his ring finger and little finger to support himself. The knife made a crisp sound against a stone, or something hard, and his heart tightened. Fortunately, he kept his movements for a while, and no other anomalies appeared.

Bai Ya felt his fingers on a certain inclined plane. And he finally understood that he had been in a state of sinking all along—he didn't even notice it. Now, he's at the very bottom of the area. He stood up, tried to take a step, and kept slowly extending his scimitar from side to side. He thought he must be like a funny snail at the moment.

The ground is hard and uneven, not just sand or reefs, and some parts are slippery, like ice. Occasionally, his knife would come across a stone pillar or something hard, so he sidestepped it. After wandering here for a while, he didn't gain anything, and he couldn't even sketch out the topographical map of the area in his head.

Suddenly, he saw a glimmer of light.

Even though it was an extremely tiny light, Bai Ya could still see a vague outline. Then he realized that it was a faint light coming from a certain direction, causing the smooth stones to reflect it. This scene is also so similar to when he woke up at the bottom of the sea before, as if it was some kind of guidance. He almost suspected it was a dream.

Bai Ya walked forward with the light, and slowly, he could see a small white dot. The white dot was really small, very weak, very weak, like the most distant and weakest star in the vast dark night. Sometimes, the white dot suddenly loses its brilliance, and it doesn't take long for it to reappear, as if the shadow of something has passed over it.

The closer you get, the higher the point of light. Bai Ya gradually realized that that point was farther away than he had imagined. But he wasn't prepared to go upstream, and it was dangerous to leave himself in a state of complete suspension, which would provide some hiding places. What's more, if you keep heading upstream, you will definitely consume a lot of physical strength. He hadn't eaten for a long time, and Bai Ya knew very well that he shouldn't be caught in any difficult battle at this moment.

Eventually, he came to the closest point of light on the ground.

The glimmer of light was hidden, as if in a slightly open box, and some light had escaped. The light source should be bright and incredibly penetrating. It seems to have been placed high up in a building. Building? Would there be such a thing on the ocean floor? Or is it something that sank? In the process of approaching him, Bai Ya felt that he was almost approaching a miniature sun, high and bright, just not so warm.

Then, he was finally able to see what the "stone pillars" around him were.

Coffin...... Or a tombstone.

It's a metaphor that they are not pentahedrons in the traditional sense of the word, made up of wooden planks patched together, plus a lid. But in Bai Ya's eyes, the meaning of the two is the same. They are the coffins that belong exclusively to the merman......

They sit here in all directions, sealed in transparent multi-faceted crystals. The crystal is transparent, and the mermaids are sealed inside in various postures, unable to move. The bodies and tails of those mermaids are still bright and shiny, vivid and vivid, just as they were when they were alive. It's as if time has quietly frozen and treasured them forever.

Their expressions were truly ...... Various. Some people are frightened, their faces are distorted incredibly, and they make a gesture to escape from somewhere; Some people are sad, with indescribable despair tossing and turning between their brows, and their hands folded on their chests as if praying; Some people are confused, their lips are slightly open, as if they don't know what kind of situation they are facing; There are also people who just look back, and their lives are forever frozen in that moment of confusion......

They are silent, sunk, and do not know what tomorrow will be. And Shun

Maybe after all this time, they're dead...... Or maybe not. Bai Ya didn't dare to think about it, he only felt a burst of creepy.

He was just fumbling for these things—things like nameless inscriptions, all the way? He felt his fingertips get even colder, almost frozen, about to fall off his hands. He tried to move his hand, but it was so cold that he didn't feel anything. The cold Demon Sealing Blades were still clenched between their teeth, and they were also shivering, ready to loosen at any moment, as if they were all slipping off.

Did these mermen encounter danger here, or were they thrown here after encountering danger? Are they all warriors who came to make a wish after the Crystal Palace was taken over by the dragons, or are they trying to reclaim ownership of the orb? Bai Ya has no way of knowing. He just looked up at the white glow.

Oh - that's not a building, he saw it clearly. It was a sculpture, or rather, a half. Bai Ya had thought it was about the same size as the stone statues in the Temple of the God of War, but he soon realized that this thing was just a lack of contrast in the dark. When he got closer, he found that even if only the upper body of the statue remained, it was much taller than the statue of the queen of the Temple of War.

What kind of material is that, male or female? Bai Ya didn't know because it was so corroded. It stands to reason that this place of darkness, no life, and no flow of water should not make the statue so mottled. But it looked so pitiful, more damaged than the previous stone dragon, at least the latter was still intact. It could have been dropped from a place prone to erosion, or someone put it here, otherwise it wouldn't have been in half. The lower half of the body may be missing, not here, or shattered into countless pieces, accompanied by these rows of crystal coffins.

Bai Ya put away the double knives, even though his mouth was a little sore, he still insisted on biting the Demon Sealing Blade with his teeth. He stretched out his hands and tried to climb up from the back of the statue. Although it is not smooth, it is brittle, and Bai Ya easily breaks the powder off it. He swung his legs to help, swam upwards, and if he accidentally touched the sculpture, he would kick it down, and he had to show twelve points of caution.

After carefully standing on the shoulders of the sculpture, Bai Ya realized an astonishing fact.

It's not a merman, and Bai Ya is 100% sure that it has ears that belong to humans.

That's a ...... Interesting.

The light source was in the figure's outstretched and held up hand. Bai Ya looked left and right, he still felt very uncomfortable, and the feeling of being secretly watched lingered. But he didn't care so much, he just continued to move forward, swimming along the slender arm to the light source. It was placed inside a strange shell, which Bai Ya had thought was a box before. The shell was ajar, and the light inside cut its body like a knife.

The shell is large, but it appears small in the palm of the sculpture. Bai Ya stretched out his hand and gestured, its size could probably be held up by one hand of an ordinary person, but it was safer to hold it with two hands. It is thick, with regular wavy edges and white on the outside. Bai Ya realized that this shellfish should be a clams, and it was a fossil of clams. He'd heard that living clams were supposed to have a distinctive color, like a fleshy film, but this one didn't.

He tried to keep his body parallel to the palm of the sculpture and looked directly into the intense light.

Not as glaring as he thought, he saw a circular outline. Don't...... Could it be that this is the treasure of the merman clan? Maybe maybe even one of the magic artifacts that make up the Great Enchantment of the Nine Heavens? He was a little agitated, and this emotion almost overshadowed the intense loneliness that had been intense before. Although the jewel is smaller than the glass heart and blue amber, it can be said to be ridiculously large as a pearl.

He thought for a moment and tried to reach out and touch the pearl inside. Now, it's daytime on land, right? Because pearls are white...... As soon as he thought of this, before his hand could reach in, the container suddenly seemed to sense something and closed abruptly. The sudden darkness overwhelmed Bai Ya, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand, but felt a special friction.

It's over, and the silk robe that covers his hand is clipped.

What's going on? Isn't this clam dead? It's not a living shell, why is it so sensitive to currents? Bai Ya tried to swim backwards, but the silk clothes were stretched very long, and the fabric at the ends of his legs was getting shorter and shorter. He didn't dare to take any chances, for fear it would ruin the fabric. And in this deep sea, the silk clothes are slightly broken, and I am afraid that there is only one way to die.

What's even more terrifying is that in the death-like silence, there is a sudden restless voice. The crisis was imminent, and he was rapidly approaching.

They come from all directions.