Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 530 Seafood Porridge

"Fill the East Sea with porridge!"

Hearing that arrogant shout, Ao Guang's vertical pupils reflected the sky-covering waves of porridge!
The thick rice porridge shimmered a cloudy, milky white in the sunlight, and the bubbling porridge made a sticky, gurgling sound as the bubbles burst.

The entire sea area seemed to have been poured with tons of overcooked rice porridge, and the fishy smell was completely replaced by the stuffy smell of starch!

Omg!

Is this really not a dream?

"Wow—"

The moment the first wave of porridge hit the dragon's horns, Ao Guang experienced an unprecedented feeling of suffocation.

The thick rice paste doesn't flow like seawater; instead, it acts like glue, covering its nostrils and gill slits.

Those tiny grains of rice seeped into the crevices of the dragon scales, forming a sticky layer between the scales and the skin.

"Save Gudu!" A turtle opened its mouth to cry for help, but was immediately forced to swallow a mouthful of thick porridge. It was horrified to find that its shell was sinking. The once light seawater was replaced by the porridge, and its shell became a burden. The turtle's claws struggled to pry at its neck, but the movement became slower and slower.

The fish and shrimp spirits of the sea had never seen such a scene before.
The normally clear seawater suddenly became murky and viscous, and scalding hot rice paste poured down like lava, instantly turning the entire coral reef into a porridge-white color.

Just as a small blue-scaled fish was trying to escape, it was hit on the head by the surging waves of porridge, and the rice paste splattered onto its gills.

It struggled frantically, whipping its tail, but the more it thrashed about, the more porridge it was forced to drink. Before long, it floated up belly-up, spitting out rice grains that looked like bubbles.

"Help! Help! Help!" A red-shelled crab waved its pincers, its eight legs flailing in the porridge, but it sank deeper and deeper as if it had stepped into a swamp.

Even worse were the transparent jellyfish. Their delicate bells, which were originally sea sprites, were now heavy with the porridge, and their tentacles were covered with grains of rice, like a string of eerie pearl necklaces, as they slowly sank to the seabed.

"Your Majesty! Save us!" a clownfish spirit cried out, but as soon as it opened its mouth, it was filled with hot porridge, which burned its eyes back.

"Cough cough. Ugh!" Ao Guang spat out the rice paste that was blocking his trachea. He was speechless. There really was such an outrageous spell.

Before Ao Guang could figure out how to retaliate, the second wave of porridge arrived!

The rising sweet aroma and heat distorted the air, as if the entire East China Sea was being boiled on a giant cauldron between heaven and earth!

"Snapped--!!!"

The moment the porridge wave crashed down, the sea surface exploded with porridge foam thousands of meters high.

Just as Ao Guang's dragon claw tore open a gap, thick porridge splattered all over its body, and the furious dragon roar turned into a muffled gurgle.

The Dragon King of the East Sea looked utterly disheveled. His once majestic golden whiskers were now matted together with porridge, his horns were covered in semi-solidified rice paste, and even his nostrils were steaming.

"Cough cough. Ugh!"

It spat out the rice paste that was blocking its trachea, its dragon eyes filled with disbelief.

As the supreme ruler who governs the four seas, he never imagined that one day he would be swept into the sea by the waves!
"You demon!" Ao Guang suddenly burst out of the sea, his dragon roar shaking the porridge sea into ripples. He turned to look at the shrimp soldiers and crab generals he led, and was furious!
These are hardly the elite troops of the East China Sea.

This is clearly a pot of seafood porridge!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"I will definitely take you."

"What are you going to do to me?" Fang Yu's voice suddenly came from above its head. The Dragon King looked up sharply and saw the young man in green robes gracefully descending on the waves of porridge!

Ao Guang's angry roar suddenly faltered; it had no idea what other ruthless tricks the young man before it might have up its sleeve.

Ao Guang was particularly surprised to find that Fang Yu was not even out of breath or red in the face. He really didn't know how this guy did it!
Porridge is an independent skill.

It's more like a cheat code that comes with the mythical Three Kingdoms background.

Generates out of thin air, endlessly.

Such capabilities would result in a complete one-sided crushing defeat when facing a large swarm of "navies".

No matter how much seawater you add, as long as I add porridge to it, the only difference is whether it's thick or thin; seawater is no longer water.

Congee, just more congee.

The seafood, having barely managed to emerge from the suffocating porridge, looked at the boy in the sky with expressions of relief, as if they had just survived a catastrophe.
Who would have thought that one day marine life could bathe in porridge?

The key point is, they're not dead yet!
They really boiled it raw.
"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

Taiyi Zhenren, holding the Seven-Colored Lotus, shouted at Ao Guang, his voice muffled in the thick porridge, "Is your son's soul still there? I guarantee with my Three Flowers Gathering at the Top that I can definitely put him back into the dragon egg and hatch him again!"

Upon hearing this, Ao Guang jerked back violently, "Daoist Master! Do you take me for a three-year-old dragon?"

A faint call suddenly came from the lotus flower: "Father!" Ao Bing's soul curled up in the lotus heart, and the icy blue spiritual light occasionally flashed past Nezha's red soul fire.

The Dragon King froze, staring at the trembling lotus in Taiyi Zhenren's hand. "Bing'er?"

"You son of a bitch if I lied to you! This really is Ao Bing, his soul is still intact!" Taiyi Zhenren was so anxious that his Sichuan accent spilled out. "I swear on my five hundred years of cultivation!"

Suddenly, bubbles began to rise from the sea, and a sea turtle spirit, with porridge clinging to its shell, floated to the surface, weakly raising its hand: "Your Majesty, your subordinates are simply too exhausted to swim any further." As it spoke, it let out a burp and spat out a string of popped rice.

"Disgraceful wretch!" Ao Guang swept away several burping shrimp soldiers with his tail, then turned and glared fiercely at Taiyi Zhenren. "One month! If Bing'er doesn't come back to life, I will drown him!"

Ao Guang stopped there.

Because he saw that Fang Yu's eyes were filled with...
粥意
"Hmph!" Ao Guang stirred up a shower of porridge-like foam, and the seafood monsters, as if granted a pardon, scrambled and crawled into the sea.

Master Taiyi breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly noticed that Fang Yu seemed completely unaffected. Master Taiyi flew over on a pig, exclaiming, "My child! Your magic is too brutal! This sea will probably stink up in just a few days!"

Fang Yu grinned upon hearing this, "Marine creatures need to eat too, isn't this a perfect opportunity for a snack?" He then suddenly pointed to the sea, "Look."

Several bold sea fish were pecking at the floating rice, and one of the spotted fish even leaped out of the porridge, eating with great relish.

The old Taoist shook his head. He glanced down at the two sleeping souls inside the lotus, then looked at the still steaming East Sea in the distance, and suddenly let out a burp: "Burp! If these two fools are resurrected, they'll probably tear this old Taoist's bones apart."

Fang Yu interrupted Taiyi Zhenren's thoughts by scooping up a large crab with a serious expression, making Taiyi Zhenren think it was a matter of great importance concerning the world and the resurrection of Nezha and Ao Bing!

"What? You have an idea? This path to resurrection?"

“Real person,” Fang Yu suddenly blinked, “would you say this counts as a seafood porridge buffet?”

"Oh my god~" Taiyi Zhenren slipped and almost fell into the sea of ​​porridge while holding the pig.

(End of this chapter)