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In the dark and mysterious depths of the ocean, currents flowed steadily and rhythmically. Schools of fish drifted freely in great numbers. Occasionally, a ray of sunlight pierced through layer upon layer of seawater, only to vanish in a flash of crimson below.
The quiet coral trench spanned thousands of li and could be called a forbidden zone for living beings. Any creature with a trace of intelligence would instinctively avoid this place. The clusters of Blood Corals were treacherous; their brilliant exterior concealed heaps of white bones.
A layer of misty red light spread along the rock walls and sealed off the surrounding water. Beyond that red light lay a simple cave residence, and inside, a white-robed Daoist in loose garments sat quietly. At first glance, he appeared utterly motionless, almost lifeless. Yet every once in a while, at regular intervals, his lips would part slightly as he exhaled a long and vigorous breath. Unmoving as a mountain and upright as an ancient pine, he gave the illusion of an ancient Black Tortoise reborn into the world.
Suddenly, the Daoist slowly opened his eyes. He examined himself for a few moments, then nodded in satisfaction. "Three months of seclusion, but finally, the instability's gone."
With these words, he let his aura radiate. It rose steadily, like a volcano that had long been gathering strength and now stood on the verge of eruption. Its domineering force far surpassed that of ordinary Adepts; the sheer weight of the spirit pressure fully rivaled that of a late-stage Adept. Then, in the next instant, the aura withdrew like a receding tide. He stood as still as withered wood and as silent as a resting bird, without the slightest ripple of power—even to a well-trained eye, he appeared no different from a mortal.
That single surge and complete restraint...
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