"Mom! Mom! Where are you?"
The Demon Soul Great White Shark Princess's shrill, grief-stricken cry was like a series of sharp blades, cutting through the sea that had once been calm.
Dense spiritual fluctuations, heavy with endless sorrow, spread swiftly through the vast waters like ripples, every trace of them filled with the fear and unease buried deep in her heart.
The scene before her filled her heart completely with terror. She instinctively resisted thinking about it, but as a highly intelligent soul beast, her reason kept sounding the alarm: everything had gone wrong. Everything was bad.
As she swam, more and more remains of Demon Soul Great White Sharks entered her sight. Lives that had once been so vivid were now torn apart, not a single corpse left whole.
She could only rely on the tiny details in her memory to recognize many of them as her companions, her friends. Some were even her blood relatives.
At last, an incomparably familiar aura, one she had yearned for in dreams, appeared within her perception like a faint yet hopeful ray of light.
In an instant, a glimmer lit in her eyes. She swung her powerful tail almost madly and shot toward the source of that aura. When she arrived, what appeared before her was a deep, dark-blue pearl giving off a faint glow.
"Mom!" the Demon Soul Great White Shark Princess cried in grief and desperately swam over, coming before that pearl.
Only Demon Soul Great White Sharks that had cultivated to the hundred-thousand-year level would condense such a Shark Pearl after their life faded. This Shark Pearl was not only the most important inheritance object of the Demon Soul Great White Shark clan, but also the symbol of the royal bloodline.
And the aura radiating from this pearl was