Chapter 1886 - 515: Declined, Deep Sea Phobia

He proactively attempted to reach out to Yu Ziqing.

However, like a stone sinking into the sea, his call received no response whatsoever.

No, his call was directly blocked by the Undying Mandala.

His call wasn't strong enough to forcibly penetrate the Undying Mandala, and Yu Ziqing couldn't hear the call at all.

He continued to try...

Meanwhile, Yu Ziqing sat on a giant petal of the Undying Mandala, deeply contemplating, immersed within and unable to extricate himself.

Previously, he received a message from Shi, saying that the Ancient Sea God occasionally appeared when its consciousness fell into chaos, and lately, it appeared almost every other day.

Moreover, the last time, it stirred up waves while in a state of consciousness chaos.

Yu Ziqing knew that the time was about right.

Therefore, he told the Undying Mandala he wanted to shut himself away for deep insight, and that even if the sky fell, there'd be no need to pay attention.

Especially if some Ancient Sea God called him, he was absolutely not to pay attention.

Yu Ziqing had no intention whatsoever of negotiating with the Ancient Sea God.

To negotiate would mean finding a way to establish a restriction that both would trust.

Even if there's eighty percent chance of not finding such an agreement, Yu Ziqing wouldn't agree even to a verbal commitment.

Damn it, the Ancient Sea God used to have such a carefree time, then so shall I.

I won't heed you, won't promise you anything, you figure it out yourself.

Yu Ziqing sat steadily on his fishing platform, concentrating entirely on the Dharma Method, regardless of external circumstances.

The Ancient Sea God, however, could wait no longer.

It lacked the energy to ponder whether Yu Ziqing was unwilling or the Undying Mandala was unwilling.

It didn't consider this question at all.

It merely felt it very normal and reasonable for the Undying Mandala to be unwilling to let its call penetrate into its realm, requiring no doubt.

Thus, it did not attempt to speak with Yu Ziqing again.

It couldn't endure any longer.

Another lapse into amnesia occurred, as if one moment it was in the turbulent River of Time, the next it was tranquil again.

Surely a period had passed in between.

As the Ancient Sea God regained clear consciousness, it decided no longer to wait.

It wanted to end this torment, this unpredictable torture immediately.

Filled with fear, it constantly thought if it lost awareness again, it may never regain it.

It stepped out of the River of Time.

It came to the deep sea.

It manifested a form, like an ever-changing, ever-twisting monster with no stable shape.

It stretched out a hand, and the next moment, that hand transformed into a tentacle, then transformed into mud-like form.

It thrust into its own indeterminate form, tearing at something, pulling it steadily out.

It sought to abandon the Kan word.

The solution wasn't to nullify the fear force upon it; the cost was abandoning the Kan word.

Rather, it first abandoned the Kan word, incidentally resolving its fear force.

This causal relationship was crucial.

As the Ancient Sea God tore and pulled, a deep blue glow emerged.

As that deep blue glow overflowed, the victory spring flower phantom above the Ancient Sea God's head, rooted within it, also began slowly being drawn out.

The deep blue radiance wrapped around the roots, slowly extricating them from the Ancient Sea God.

As this began to withdraw, the Ancient Sea God's rationality gradually began to return.

It could vividly feel that this approach was indeed effective.

The first time it felt that force, it could see the shape it coalesced into.

A phantom of a victory spring flower ready to bloom.

Instantly, the Ancient Sea God had no doubt whatsoever about its current actions.

No wonder by abandoning the Kan word, it could synchronize with carrying away the force that tormented its rationality.

Look at that phantom, it was a force inherently related to Immortal Herb.

And the Kan word was basically a force derived from Immortal Herb.

Abandoning this to resolve that made perfect sense.

Once, a bit of rationality returned, it no longer wanted to return to those days of tortured and chaotic consciousness.

It hardened its resolve, tore with all its strength.

Slowly, it pulled out that mass, representing the Kan word's force, completely.

It saw in that glow, a phantom of a victory spring flower ready to bloom.

Without any attachment, it tossed it straight into the depths.

"It belonged to the deep sea, let it become the sea."

Just like the Heavenly Monarch once abandoned the Xun word, allowing its force to transform into the Nine Heavens Gang Wind, safeguarding the Sky Dome.

Now, as the Kan word was forsaken by the Ancient Sea God, it fell into the deep sea.

The evolution process halted by this long ago now promptly resumed its next evolution.

The ocean, a cradle nurturing life itself.

As the light representing the Kan word slowly merged into the depths, the once lifeless, chaotic deep sea, unable to harbor vitality, now seemed imbued with life's rhythm.

And the phantom of the victory spring flower began slowly to dissipate, merging with the sea.

At the deepest point, a lingering Little Strange huddled there, quivering.

However, an intense fear began burgeoning in its heart.

Little Strange perceived the sea's changes, felt the sea gaining rhythm, entering continued evolution.

It immediately attempted to dive deeper.

Yet the deeper it went, the darker, quieter it became, and its internal fear began to multiply exponentially.

Beneath unending darkness, like some great terror compelled it uncontrollably to change direction, to head back to the surface.

As it distanced from the depths, the fear gradually lightened; upon sensing extremely faint sky light at a certain depth, the fear completely dissipated.

Looking back, inexplicably, the darkness and former depths it was so accustomed to now filled it with indescribable dread.

As though the sea's depths — its darkness, lifelessness itself — birthed fear.

Little Strange inexplicably fled by instinct.

Upon escaping to the surface, it felt at a loss; unable to go into deep sea any longer, this Little Strange might suffer a terrible fate...