Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun suddenly opened his eyes.

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, turning into a cloud of dark red mist in the black water.

He raised his hand to his brow, his mind still reeling, the whisper seemingly echoing in his ears.

But there was no trace of confusion in his eyes.

On the contrary, his thinking was clearer than ever before.

This Blackwater Abyss is no ordinary wonderland.

It is an external node that seals the six-armed faceless statue.

That abyssal vortex, responsible for gathering black water and death energy to maintain the seal, also unknowingly nourishes the sealed statue.

As for those black soul beasts, black crystals, and so-called opportunities, they are probably just bait formed after the sealing power leaked out.

Did the Holy Light Monastery know all this?

Xilun didn't know.

But he was certain that at least some people knew.

Otherwise, the Elder of the Inner Court would not have repeatedly warned everyone to avoid the Black Coral, nor would he have described the dangers of the Blackwater Abyss so vaguely.

More importantly, why has the Blackwater Abyss suddenly changed?

Why is the seal crack widening?

Xilun looked up at the void above.

The light from the nine water veins is dimming one by one.

The abyss vortex spun faster and faster, and the suction became stronger and stronger.

His forceful suppression of the severed limbs seemed to have disrupted some kind of balance.

The dark red eye in the crack on the sacrificial plate had already closed.

But Xilun knew that the other party had not fallen back into slumber.

That was only a temporary withdrawal of attention.

Perhaps after he leaves, the beings in the abyss will remember his presence even more clearly.

"Now is not the time to meet."

Xilun gripped the Thunder Spear tightly.

With his current strength, he would need the help of the environment and his trump cards to defeat even a third-tier extreme realm being, let alone that terrifying existence that was sealed by countless powerful people and can still affect reality through the crack.

Rushing in will only lead to certain death.

But he was unwilling to leave just like that.

Xilun looked down at the area around the sacrificial altar.

Although the nine chains were broken, they were still in operation.

At intervals along the chain, a black crystal was embedded, with a dark red light, resembling blood, flowing within the crystal.

One of the crystals has developed a crack, which is spreading outwards.

Xilun's Thunder Eye detected a wisp of extremely pure water-attribute power emanating from the crystal.

This power shares the same origin as the Overturning Sea Technique, but it is more ancient and profound than the power in the Black Water.

If we could take it with us...

""

The moment the thought crossed Xilun's mind, the blood lock on his right arm began to vibrate violently.

The cracked black crystal also emitted a soft, crisp sound.

Crack.

Another crack spread out.

Xilun's expression changed slightly.

He originally only wanted to take a portion of the power, but he didn't expect that getting close would accelerate the collapse of the seal.

Crack!

The faint cracking sound was amplified infinitely in the waterless void, like the finger bone of some sleeping behemoth slowly breaking in the darkness.

Xilun's pupils suddenly contracted.

Instead of approaching, he suddenly retreated.

The power of the Overturning Sea Technique burst forth from beneath his feet, and his body was propelled back by the water flow, instantly creating a distance of dozens of feet.

However, the black crystal embedded in the chain did not stop changing because of his retreat.

The crack resembled a tiny black snake, meandering along the surface of the crystal.

With each rune it passed, the rune dimmed a little, as if the power sealed within it was being devoured from within by some unseen entity.

The nine chains trembled simultaneously.

Above the void, the abyssal vortex that had been rotating steadily suddenly accelerated, and the black water seemed to pour down from the sky, forming a thick, inverted column of water.

As the water column passed through the edge of the dry area, it made a sharp, piercing screeching sound, as if countless blades were scraping against the rock wall.

Xilun's robes fluttered and rattled as the water flowed.

His left shoulder wound reopened, and blood trickled into the water, only to be stained black by the deathly aura.

It felt like my chest was being gripped by a giant hand, making each breath incredibly difficult.

"You can't touch it anymore."

Xilun stared at the crystal and quickly made a judgment in his mind.

The seal here is nearing its limit; any external force that pulls it will cause it to collapse further.

Just now, I released some black energy as a test, and it almost caused my right arm to slip out of my control.

If we continue to forcibly absorb the energy, we might tear open the entire seal node before we even get the chance.

But just then, a burning sensation suddenly came from deep within the blood lock in his right arm.

The heat came without warning, instantly penetrating flesh and blood, reaching straight to the bone marrow.

The thirty-six blood locks began to emit a low hum, as if attracted by the water-attribute power emanating from the crystal.

Between the chains, a wisp of dark red and black energy slowly seeped out, spreading outwards along Xilun's skin.

It did not rush towards the sacrificial plate immediately.

The wisp of black energy, like a greedy tentacle, hovered in mid-air, swaying slightly, as if waiting for Xilun to make a choice.

Xilun's face was gloomy, and the golden light between his eyebrows shone brightly.

"go back."

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

The black mist paused slightly.

The next moment, the skin on his right arm suddenly swelled up, and several hideous dark red lines crawled from the back of his hand all the way to his shoulder.

The excruciating pain was like a red-hot iron hook piercing flesh, and Xilun's five fingers also opened uncontrollably in an instant, with his finger bones making a series of cracking sounds.

The severed limb was resisting his command.

More precisely, it is the instinct within the remains that belongs to the six-armed faceless statue, responding to the call from the depths of the sacrificial plate's cracks.

Without hesitation, Xilun raised his hand to form a hand seal.

The chilling, yin energy flowed upwards along the meridians, instantly covering the right arm.

The chilling cold froze the flesh until it turned white, while the Thunder Dragon's heart pounded violently in its chest cavity, and the surging thunderous energy, like thousands of golden snakes, pressed down inch by inch along the arm bone.

boom!

The black energy and lightning collided inside Xilun's right arm, causing his body to shudder violently and blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't even frown.

The blood of the storm, the remains of the evil god, the blood lock, the thunder spirit, and all the accumulations he had made through his cultivation had long since formed a delicate and dangerous balance within his body.

If we back down here, the amputee will take the initiative.

Once the initiative shifts, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"I'm letting you go back."

Xilun spoke again, his tone even calmer than before.

This calm, however, caused the black energy in his right arm to twist and turn wildly.

The dark red aura suddenly condensed into a blurry hand, its five fingers spread out, reaching out to grab the sacrificial plate through the void.

Wherever that palm passed, the black water was corroded, creating large holes, and even the surrounding runes began to flicker erratically.

A deep heartbeat came from the crack in the sacrificial plate.

Boom!

The entire waterless cavity looked as if it had been struck by a giant hammer.

In an instant, a monstrous wave surged through Xilun's mental world. Storms, corpses, the pitch-black sea, and the chain piercing through the dark red eye resurfaced in the depths of his consciousness.

Whispers came from all directions.

"Return..."

"Something incomplete..."

"Return to myself..."

Every sound seemed to resonate directly into the soul.

All consciousness was swallowed up by a dark red eye.

Xilun's consciousness was almost pulled into that boundless darkness.

"Get out of here!"

He suddenly let out a low shout.

With the Moon Memory Meditation Technique operating at full power, a cool, clear moon rose from the sea of ​​blood in the spiritual world.

Where the moonlight shone, the illusions receded like the tide.

Immediately afterwards, the Great Thunder Breathing Technique erupted, and the heavy thunderous sound, like an ancient bell, echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness, forcefully suppressing all whispers.

For the first time, those dark red eyes seemed to show emotion.

It wasn't anger, but a cold, icy gaze.

It's like reconfirming the ownership of an item.

Seizing the moment, Xilun gripped the Thunder Spear tightly with his five fingers, and a line of dazzling golden light condensed at the tip of the spear.

Thunder Eye, Thunder Dragon Heart, and three golden thunder patterns operate simultaneously.

"Since you enjoy summoning, then let me show you who truly owns this body."

He took a step forward.

The Canglang Step unfolds in the waterless cave, forcibly pulling the surrounding turbulent water flow to form circles of dark blue ripples.

Instead of attacking the sacrificial plate, Xilun directly stabbed at the hand formed from black energy from the right arm.

The moment the spear tip touched the black mist, golden lightning exploded.

The black mist emitted a silent shriek, as if countless souls were struggling simultaneously in the lightning.

The lightning energy pierced through the palm, causing the five fingers to twist violently before disintegrating inch by inch.

Xilun did not give it a chance to reunite.

He opened his Thunder Eye between his brows, and a slender yet dazzling golden lightning bolt shot out from it, striking precisely at the core of the black aura.

boom!

The flesh and blood in his right arm suddenly exploded, creating a layer of blood mist.

Xilun staggered, nearly falling to his knees, but gritted his teeth and used the thunderous impact to force the wisp of black energy back into the depths of the blood lock.

One.

Two.

Three...

Thirty-six blood locks tightened continuously, like blood-red chains embedded deep within his right arm.

The black energy struggled wildly within, eventually being compressed into a dark red dot of light, which sank into the deepest part of the flesh and blood.

The right arm finally calmed down.

However, the strange changes around the sacrificial plate did not end.

The crystal, which was on the verge of breaking, suddenly broke free of its chains and floated in mid-air.

Dark red light surged from the crack, coalescing into a fist-sized ball of water in front of Xilun.

The water shimmered without any evil aura; instead, it exuded a profound, ancient, and pure power.

It's like a drop of water from the ancient ocean.

However, it contained a very faint trace of grayish-black death energy.

Xilun did not immediately reach out to take it, but instead carefully observed it with his Thunder Eye.

This power does not seem to be divine power, but rather some kind of primordial water essence left behind after being sealed for a long time.

It certainly has a strong appeal to the current master of the Overturning Sea Technique.

But is it suspended here as bait, or a gift that the seal has deliberately leaked out?

Xilun hesitated.

Just then, a muffled, loud noise suddenly came from above the hole.

A crack spread down from the top of the rock wall, and large pieces of rock fell off.

Above the Blackwater Abyss, the terrified cries of inner court disciples could be faintly heard, followed by the mournful howls of the Black Soul Beast.

The light from all nine water veins dimmed by three points simultaneously.

The ball of water trembled violently, as if it had lost its support, and began to fall into the crack in the sacrificial plate.

Xilun's eyes flickered.

He finally raised his hand.

It wasn't out of greed for this power, but because he knew that if it fell back into the crack, it might become part of the widening of the seal.

The moment my fingertips touched the shimmering water, a chill ran down my arm.

The power of the Overturning Sea Technique was like a spark thrown into the deep sea, instantly creating a violent tide.

Xilun's flesh, bones, and internal organs simultaneously emitted a low, resonant hum, and three golden lightning patterns lit up on their own, attempting to repel this power.

He forced himself to sit cross-legged.

"Now that you're here, don't even think about going back."

Xilun formed hand seals, pushing the Overturning Sea Technique to its limit.

The shimmering water began to gradually merge into his body.

Deep within the cracks of the sacrificial plate, some being seemed to finally realize that its power was disappearing.

Boom!

The second heartbeat was heavier than the first.

The entire Blackwater Abyss was plunged into chaos.

Above the Blackwater Abyss, the once calm river seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

The black water shot into the sky, crashed into the dark dome, and then turned into a torrential downpour.

Countless black soul beasts tumbled in the water, some swelling instantly, while others seemed to have all their life drained away, turning into withered corpses.

In the temporary camp, the inner court disciples on guard all looked up.

"What happened?"

"The black water is flowing backwards!"

"Retreat immediately! Everyone, get off the riverbank!"

Exclamations of surprise followed one after another.

No one knew what had happened; all they could see was the bottomless vortex in the distance, shrinking frantically.

Black waves rose in concentric rings around the whirlpool, as if something was about to burst forth from the depths of the abyss.

Elena stood at the edge of the camp, thin silver-gray threads wrapped around her fingers.

Her face was pale, and her eyes were fixed on the depths of the Blackwater tributary.

It has been a long time since Siren and Randall went into the water.

When Randall returned severely injured, she thought that Xiren would appear soon as well, but even now, there is still no familiar figure in the Blackwater.

"He hasn't come back yet."

Elena said in a low voice.

Randall's left arm was wrapped in bandages, and his face still looked terrible.

He knew better than anyone the horrors of the deep waters. After a moment of silence, he said, "If it were someone else, I would say he's probably already dead."

"But Siron is none other than none other than himself."

Elena interrupted him.

Her voice was not loud, but there was not a trace of hesitation.

Randall glanced at her but didn't try to persuade her further.

Both of them knew that since the man dared to chase them into the abyss alone, he wouldn't easily die at the hands of ordinary water pressure and black soul beasts.

But at this moment, the commotion emanating from the Blackwater Abyss has far exceeded the scope of ordinary anomalies.

Beneath the deep water.

Xilun sat cross-legged before the sacrificial altar, his face solemn.

After the ancient water breath entered the body, it did not directly transform into energy like the black crystal.

It seemed to have its own veins, slowly meandering along the route of his Overturning Sea Technique, and each time it passed a power node, the power within it became even heavier.

That's not just a simple increase.

Rather, it's a change at a deeper level.

The power of the Overturning Sea Technique was originally like the dark currents of the deep sea, thick and long, but it always lacked a true core.

Xilun had been searching for an opportunity to make his energy perfectly integrated and without any leaks, but he never expected that this water energy from the sealed node would gradually fill that gap.

However, the gray-black death energy mixed in with the water also invaded at the same time.

They are like countless tiny insects, flowing with the energy, trying to burrow into the internal organs and the spiritual world.

Xilun channeled his profound Yin coldness, freezing the death energy at the edge of the meridians, and then used the Thunder Dragon Heart to burn it away strand by strand.

However, the water element itself was too vast, and even though he had tried his best, he could not completely refine it in a short period of time.

What's more troublesome is that the vibrations of the sacrificial plate are becoming increasingly violent.

Runes peeled off the chains and turned to ashes after falling into the black water.

The operation of the nine water veins has been significantly disrupted. The black water that originally converged from above can no longer be evenly distributed, and all the pressure is directed towards the location of the sacrificial plate.