The Nether Sea was deep and secluded.
It was vast and boundless.
Since ancient times, no record had ever mentioned how large or how deep it truly was.
Every description of it.
Was boundless.
Every account of it.
Was an abyss without end.
Jiang Qiao had gone out to sea twice, and he had felt this deeply.
Being in this vast sea truly gave one the helplessness and suffocation of a mayfly facing a raging storm.
It...
Was simply too vast.
And far too dangerous.
Even though he had learned from Ruyi Yuanjun that the Nether Sea had limits and boundaries, that knowledge seemed meaningless to him. With his current strength, he was fundamentally incapable of exploring it.
Perhaps even after advancing to Half-God.
It still would not be enough.
So, at least in the short term, Jiang Qiao had never considered exploring the secrets of the Nether Sea.
It was not something he could touch.
However.
At this very moment.
Jiang Qiao had never intended to decipher the Nether Sea, yet after using Red Moon power above it, he once again triggered the descent of that vast and magnificent will. Because of this, he saw some of the Nether Sea's truths.
After going out to sea, Yang Ling had once said.
Below thirty thousand meters in the Nether Sea, time and space were chaotic.
Once one descended.
There might be no way to return normally.
Either.
You could not return to the surface. After sinking thirty thousand meters, then rising one hundred thousand or even a million meters, you still would not see the sea's surface.
Or, after rising.
You would arrive in a completely unfamiliar sea.
Either way.
Death was certain.
Yang Ling had once gone to a depth of twenty thousand meters below the surface. Supposedly, the