Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun did not rush to get closer.

He hovered at the edge of the vortex, golden lightning emerging from between his brows and spreading out along his eyes.

After Lei Ling's transformation, his perception of aura was far superior to before. Even in this desolate deep sea, he could detect the most subtle changes in power.

The surface of the whirlpool appears chaotic, but in reality, there are nine intersecting water channels.

Those nine passages did not form naturally.

They seem to have been deliberately twisted by some force, ultimately pointing together towards the center of the vortex.

"Nine water veins..."

Xilun's heart stirred slightly.

This reminded him of the "Golden Thunder Vortex Sutra".

After nine cycles of perfection, nine vortexes of lightning energy were condensed, and the power of the Nine-Vortex Golden Thunder Beast was simulated with the physical body.

However, this deep-sea vortex in front of us also has nine core water veins, and each of them operates according to a certain fixed pattern.

Is this just a coincidence?

Xilen did not draw a conclusion immediately.

He took out a piece of gray-black lightning ore he had bought from the camp, held it between his fingers, and slowly injected a wisp of lightning energy into it.

The gray-black color on the surface of the mine quickly faded, revealing fine golden patterns inside.

The next moment, one of the nine water veins suddenly lit up.

A faint purplish-gold light swept past from the depths of the vortex, too fast to be caught.

Xilun's eyes narrowed.

That was not natural lightning.

Rather, it was some kind of power hidden at the bottom of the abyss that sensed the lightning ore.

He put away the ore, pondered for a moment, then switched to the power of the Overturning Sea Technique and tried to probe forward.

The moment the energy left the body, it was pulled by the vortex.

The suction force wasn't violent; in fact, it was quite gentle, yet it possessed an irresistible resilience, as if the water was actively embracing its power.

The power of the Overturning Sea Technique extends downwards along one of the water veins.

In an instant, a blurry image flashed through Xilun's mind.

In the boundless, dark seabed, a colossal altar hangs upside down beneath the abyss.

Nine broken stone pillars were planted around the altar, with thick chains wrapped around them.

The chains did not end at the altar, but at a gigantic hand with no visible boundaries.

The palm was covered with dark red scales.

The six fingers slowly closed, as if trying to break free from some kind of restraint.

The image lasted only a breath before abruptly shattering.

Xilun groaned, a sharp, stabbing pain shooting through his brow.

He immediately severed the connection with the water vein, and the Moon Memory Meditation Technique was activated, peeling away the residual illusions that had invaded his consciousness layer by layer.

"altar……"

Xilun opened his eyes, his expression turning serious.

""

That scene might not be an illusion.

Deep within the Blackwater Abyss, there may indeed be a hidden altar, and the nine water veins are the source of power for the altar's operation.

The question is, is the altar sealing something, or is it using the black water to nourish something?

Xilun looked down at his right arm.

The Blood Lock quietly resided deep within the flesh and blood, its thirty-six fine golden lock patterns intertwined firmly, confining the dark red and black energy to a small area.

However, at this moment, the lock patterns are trembling slightly.

It's not fear.

It's more like a response.

The remnant of the evil god, which he had suppressed for so long, had clearly sensed the presence at the bottom of the vortex.

"We can't delay any longer."

Xilun made a decision in his heart.

With Tinos having withdrawn, the extraordinary beings on the periphery dared not approach rashly.

If he moves quickly enough, he can enter the depths of the vortex to investigate before others can react.

But just as he took a step, a stream of water suddenly surged from the center of the whirlpool.

The stream of water did not rush in all directions, but instead swept precisely towards Xilun.

A flash of lightning appeared beneath Xilun's feet as he used Lightning Step to dart to the side.

The water rushed past his body, and a pale face suddenly appeared in the black curtain of water.

The face had no eyeballs, but its mouth stretched all the way to its ears, revealing a row of fine, sharp teeth.

It made no sound, but its mental fluctuations directly entered Xilun's mind.

"return……"

"Back here..."

"You belong to the deep sea..."

The voices overlapped, some were male, some were female, some were old, and some were young.

It even includes the voices of Elena, Swain, Bruno, and others.

Xilun remained unmoved.

The Moon Memory Meditation Method is like a cold moon rising deep in the consciousness; as soon as any sound approaches, it is frozen by an invisible layer of moonlight.

Then, the Great Thunder Breathing Technique was suddenly activated, and a deep thunderous sound emanated from within his body, shattering all the auditory hallucinations.

The pale face contorted for a moment before turning back into black water and dissipating.

"Mental pollution is getting worse."

Xilun gripped the Thunder Spear tightly.

He didn't back down because of that face; instead, he became even more certain that he was not far from the true core.

The closer you get to a secret, the more obstacles you encounter.

He compressed his own strength to its purest state, and the Overturning Sea Technique spread an invisible water film on his body surface, while the Thunder Dragon Heart continuously released warm thunder energy to dispel the death energy in the black water.

He then willingly stepped into the vortex.

boom!

A terrifying torrent of water suddenly surged in from all directions.

Xilun's body felt as if it had been struck by countless heavy hammers at once, his bones emitting a faint hum.

If it were an ordinary third-tier extraordinary individual, even with a perfect physique, their internal organs would be crushed in that instant.

However, his body, repeatedly tempered by lightning and blood pills, had already far surpassed that of his peers.

Three golden lightning patterns lit up simultaneously.

The power of the Golden Thunder Vortex Scripture flowed through his skin, flesh, and tendons, coursing through his entire body as if supporting a sturdy bridge of thunder within him.

Siren used the current to move downstream.

There are no up, down, left, or right sides inside the vortex.

As soon as his body began to sink, he was swept to the side by a horizontal undercurrent; he adjusted his Overturning Sea Technique in time, rotated half a circle, and used the thrust of the lightning pattern to stabilize his body.

The water flow is changing faster and faster.

And Xilun's movements became more and more natural.

This is hell for everyone else, but it's his home turf.

He could even sense the changes in every undercurrent through the soles of his feet and his skin, and predict its direction before the water had truly formed.

And so he continued to descend while observing his surroundings.

The rock walls inside the vortex are older than the outside world, exhibiting a grayish-white color that comes from being soaked in time.

The rock face is covered with marks from sword and knife strikes, and in some places there are even charred lightning spots.

These traces were not left recently.

They have existed for at least several hundred years, or even longer.

Occasionally, one can see half a stone pillar embedded in the rock wall, with a blurry six-armed, faceless figure carved on the surface of the pillar.

Those figures were distorted, with six arms each holding different things: a sword, a bell, a chain, and a ring shaped like an eye.

His remaining two arms were completely severed.

There was no carving at the break point, only a dark black burn mark.

The dark energy on Xilun's right arm became more active as they got closer.

The patterns on the blood-red lock flickered incessantly, as if it were clashing with some unseen force.

"A six-armed, faceless deity..."

Xilun's gaze was deep and somber.

He had seen ancient memories in that killing array cave, and he knew that the severed limb that his right arm had merged with was the limb of the evil god that had been severed and sealed away back then.

But that memory is incomplete.

All he knew was that the severed limb had once wandered the seabed, searching for a host capable of bearing its power, and was eventually suppressed by the Storm Bloodline and merged into his right arm.

As for where the statue's original body was sealed, and why it has survived to this day, he had no idea.

The answer may lie at the bottom of the whirlpool.

After descending several hundred feet, the surroundings suddenly opened up.

A hollow space with no water flow appeared at the center of the whirlpool.

The cavern was about a hundred feet in diameter, and the black water around it was like nine giant dragons coiling around each other, one after the other.

There was no water or death energy inside the cavity, as if it were isolated by some unseen force.

Xilun stopped at the edge, his mental energy probing inward.

No response.

This deathly silence only made him more vigilant.

He took out a piece of gravel and tossed it into the hole.

The pebbles disappeared silently as soon as they entered.

It's neither pulverization nor corrosion.

It's more like it was directly erased by some force.

Xilun's brow furrowed slightly.

Golden light pierced through the void, finally revealing what was hidden in the deepest part.

It was a huge black stone platform.

The stone platform floated in the void, surrounded by nine thick chains.

The chain's surface was covered with dense runes, most of which had dimmed, with only a few sections still retaining a faint glow.

In the center of the stone platform, there is a round offering plate.

There were no treasures on the offering plate, only a bottomless crack.

The crack looked like a wound on some kind of creature.

A wisp of dark red aura slowly seeped out from the depths of the crack.

Xilun's heart sank.

He finally understood why he hadn't found any treasure as he descended.

This is not a place where treasures can be nurtured.

This is a seal that is gradually losing its effectiveness.

Those black crystals, black soul beasts, and all the surrounding resources are merely byproducts of the power leaked out after the seal was loosened.

The abyssal vortex, like a constantly turning millstone, transmits the power of the entire Blackwater Abyss to the altar.

Xilun did not immediately enter the void.

Because at that very moment, a deep heartbeat suddenly came from the crack in the sacrificial plate.

Boom!

The sound did not travel through the water, yet it resonated clearly deep within his consciousness.

The blood vessels in his right arm suddenly tightened.

Thirty-six lock patterns lit up simultaneously, and dark red and black energy clashed wildly, as if trying to break free from flesh and blood.

Xilun's expression changed slightly. He immediately used the Xuan Yin Cold Intent to suppress his right arm, and at the same time, he activated the Thunder Dragon Heart to forcefully suppress the raging black energy back under the lock pattern.

But the heartbeat did not stop.

Boom!

Boom!

With each thud, the cracks in the altar widened a little.

The nine water veins around the area vibrated violently, and the black water surged as if boiling.

Inside the once calm, empty space, visible dark red ripples began to appear.

Xiren stared at the crack and finally realized something.

What's inside is awakening.

The changes inside the abyss vortex were noticed by far more than just Xilun.

Several hundred feet above, several teams searching for the black crystal simultaneously stopped their operations.

They were originally surrounding and killing a Black Soul Beast, whose black crystal on its chest had been cracked. But the moment that heartbeat sounded, everyone felt an indescribable chill rise from the soles of their feet.

The black soul beast stopped struggling.

The black crystal on its chest suddenly dimmed, and its body, as if it had lost its support, slowly knelt down into the black water.

Several inner court disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What happened?"

"The water pressure is increasing!"

"It's not water pressure..." A disciple with strong mental power said, his face pale. "I feel like something is watching us."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a huge shadow swept across the depths of the black water.

The shadow did not reveal its full form, but simply passed slowly beneath everyone's feet.

However, the undercurrent it stirred up had completely shattered the third-tier black soul beast, and the black mist and shattered crystals were sucked into the deeper part of it.

The disciples no longer cared about finding treasures; some crushed their identity tokens, while others desperately tried to float upwards.

For the first time since the opening of the Blackwater Abyss, widespread panic has emerged.

At the deepest part of the vortex, Siron still stands on the edge of the void.

His expression was even more serious than before.

The crack on the offering plate has widened from the initial one finger width to half a foot.

Deep within the crack was not stone, but a layer of slowly writhing, dark red flesh.

The surface of the flesh was covered with fine scales, and a nearly solidified black liquid flowed between the scales.

That was not a hand, nor a complete organ.

It's more like some incomprehensible life form, pushing its way into this world from the other side of the crack, across endless ages.

The evil god's severed limb in Xilun's right arm instinctively craved that aura.

Beneath the blood lock, the black energy transformed into wisps of tiny tentacles, gripping his flesh tightly, as if it couldn't wait to plunge into the crack and merge with that unknown entity.

Xilun did not allow it to continue its restlessness.

A chilling aura enveloped his right arm, its icy power seeping into every inch of his flesh; the Great Thunder Sound Breathing Law resounded in his chest, repeatedly washing over the thunderous energy released by the Thunder Dragon Heart.

However, the resistance from the evil god's remains was far more fierce than ever before.

It is no longer simply a desire, nor merely an attempt to break free from the blood lock.

It was as if it had heard a call.

The call came from the deepest part of its bloodline, from its homeland before it was severed, sealed, and abandoned.

"Want to go back?"

Xilun spoke in a low voice.

There was no response in the black water.

But the black energy on his right arm slammed into the blood lock again.

The golden lock pattern was slightly deformed, almost torn open.

Xilun's eyes turned cold.

"Unfortunately, you belong to me now."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable coldness.

The next moment, he took the initiative to unlock a blood lock.

It wasn't breaking the seal, but rather releasing a wisp of dark red and black energy.

Black energy surged from the flesh of his right arm, like a tiny snake. As soon as it left his body, it rushed madly toward the crack in the sacrificial plate.

Xilun did not stop it.

The black mist crossed the void and clung to the edge of the sacrificial plate.

Instantly, the entire abyss vortex trembled violently.

Dark red light surged out of the crack like a tide, and the black energy seemed to be grabbed by an invisible force, and began to be dragged rapidly into the crack.

Xiren felt an unbearable tearing pain in his right arm.

His flesh and blood seemed to be cleaved open by an invisible knife, and his bones and meridians vibrated simultaneously.

If he hadn't already mastered the Three Revolutions Golden Thunder Vortex Scripture, his right arm would probably have been pulled off his shoulder by this force.

Xilun's feet sank into the void, and his internal energy exploded.

The Overturning Sea Technique transformed into a deep blue stream of water, swirling around his body; three golden lightning patterns lit up simultaneously, the lightning energy rushing along his arm into the Blood Lock; the Xuan Yin chill spread like frost, freezing the black energy that tried to break free one by one.

Three forces are applied simultaneously.

On one side is the summoning of the evil god from the depths of the Blackwater, and on the other is the blockade and suppression by Xilun itself.

Two forces began to pull at his right arm.

Fresh blood seeped from Xilun's pores and was quickly washed away by the black water.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This was the first time he had actively used the remains of the evil god to contact his true form.

This was the first time I had felt the terror of that summons so clearly.

The being deep within the rift has never truly awakened.

It didn't even fully release its power; with just a wisp of its aura, it nearly caused its blood lock to collapse.

If it fully awakens...

A thought flashed through Xilun's mind.

The entire Sunken Star Coast may become an altar for its re-emergence.

"Go back!"

Xilun suddenly let out a low shout.

The thunderous eye between his brows opened completely.

A golden bolt of lightning shot out from between his eyebrows, pierced through the flesh of his right arm, and crashed head-on into the wisp of dark red and black energy.

boom!

The black energy twisted violently.

It seemed to let out a silent shriek, and the tentacles that were wrapped around the sacrificial plate broke off instantly, turning into countless black fragments that scattered in the void.

Xilun took the opportunity to tighten the Blood Lock.

The thirty-six lock patterns intertwined again, forming a miniature cage that completely suppressed the power of the severed limb deep into the right arm.

His body swayed slightly in the water.

The Thunder Dragon Heart in his chest pounded violently, and even his breathing became heavy.

But he did not back down.

Just before the wisp of black energy was forcibly withdrawn, he finally saw a part of the scene deep within the crack.

There is an eye there.

A huge, narrow, dark red eye with no whites.

Six blurry arms were wrapped around his eyes, each pierced by a black chain.

Countless ancient runes crawled across its skin like swarms of insects, desperately trying to suppress the power within.

And that eye was watching Xilun through the crack.

There was no anger.

There was no intent to kill.

There is only a cold and prolonged scrutiny.

It was as if it had been waiting for many years, and finally saw something that had been lost for a long time return to its front.

Xiren met the eye's gaze for a moment.

His mental world was shaken to its core.

The defenses constructed by the Moon Memory Meditation Technique were like being struck by a giant hammer, instantly revealing countless cracks.

The overwhelming images forced their way into my mind:

On the pitch-black sea, a storm obscured the sky.

The six-armed, faceless statue stood at the end of the tide, its six arms outstretched, with a dark red blood moon floating behind it.

Hundreds of extraordinary beings clad in holy armor fell from the sky, spears, chains, and greatswords piercing through the statue's body.

The seawater was stained blood-red.

Fires broke out in cities along the mainland coast.

An old man holding a silver longsword stood in the center of the altar, his hands stained with blood, chanting ancient incantations.

The statue's right arm was forcibly severed.

The severed arm fell into the sea, turning into a twisted mass of flesh and blood, drifting with the ocean currents for countless years.

The scene keeps changing.

The severed arm parasitized sea monsters, death row inmates, and out-of-control extraordinary beings, each time ending in the consumption of its host.

Until a terrifying storm swept across the sea, the severed arm was struck by lightning and crashed into a body that was not yet fully grown, carried by the raging current.

That's Xilun.

Young, weak, and with disordered blood vessels.

Just as the severed limbs were about to devour him, an eagle-shaped thunder spirit suddenly emerged from the depths of the Storm Bloodline.

Thunder suppressed decay.

The gale tore through the black mist.

The severed limb failed to take over the host's body the first time and could only barely fuse with the flesh, waiting for the next opportunity.

The final image freezes on that dark red eye.

An ancient and deep voice came from the end of time.

"What is broken will eventually be returned."