Threads of yellow mist spread and diffused through the seawater, then slowly sank into the deep, pitch-black seabed.
Lu Sheng sat by the side of the boat and slowly withdrew his hand.
Ken carefully controlled the boat's direction while Andy and Mark checked the map on their phones, making sure they had not gone off course.
Directly beneath the boat lay the boundless darkness of the deep sea.
A colossal black, spider-like monster slowly stared at the thread of yellow smoke in its hand.
Countless tiny, hard nodules covered the monster's back, while vast amounts of silver, fragmented starlight flickered in its two compound eyes.
Most striking of all was its mouthpart, from which large quantities of translucent tentacles continuously extended, swaying with the currents.
The tentacles glowed pearly white, balanced between constant regeneration and dissipation.
After raising its head for one last glance at the boat above, the Sea Spider slowly abandoned the thought of attacking. It gently tugged the yellow smoke into its furry claw and closed its eyes.
It was the storm, the tsunami, the unrivaled king of the deep sea.
But those were merely outward appearances.
Now, it could sense that nature was dying, and some unknown terror was slowly invading this world.
Though it had been born less than six years ago, its connection to nature told it that if it did not seek a new way out soon, everything would be too late.
And now, that thread of yellow smoke had given it a possibility.
Lu Sheng stood and gazed into the distance at the enormous island rapidly drawing near.
The island was crescent-shaped. From afar, its surface appeared covered in dense forest, with what seemed to be sharply raised volcanic craters.
White ships were also docked along the shore.
The ships came in