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The reeking seawater slowly calmed.
The Ghosthead Shark that had ravaged the nearshore moments ago slowly sank with its massive corpse. Jet-black bloody foam spread across the surface in layer after layer before finally being swallowed whole by the deep-sea undercurrents, leaving not even a trace behind.
Qin He stood atop the rolling wave crests, his feet not touching so much as a ripple, his figure as steady as an ancient pine rooted for ten thousand years.
He did not lower his head to inspect his spoils. He merely closed his eyes slightly, his fingertips trembling faintly.
A thread of exceedingly faint Remnant Soul aura, mixed with the deep sea's uniquely icy Malevolent Energy, slipped into his senses on the sea wind.
That aura was turbid and violent, carrying the rotten stench unique to the ancient abyssal depths. It was the source to which the Ghosthead Shark had submitted in life.
A wisp of Lotus Flame shot beneath the sea, setting the Ghosthead Shark's corpse ablaze.
Three thousand li away.
In the northwestern deep sea lay a deathly silent Sea Abyss that never saw daylight all year round.
The aura there was terrifyingly restless. Dense waves of evil presences were layered upon one another at the abyssal floor, forming the stronghold at the heart of all Sea Demons in this stretch of ocean.
The instant Qin He opened his eyes, not a ripple stirred within them.
The waves beneath his feet abruptly stilled. Within a hundred zhang, the surging seawater seemed to have had its lifeline pinned down by an invisible force, freezing completely.
Without any superfluous movement, his figure flashed, becoming a pale streak of light that swept toward the boundless deep sea.
Ordinary cultivators crossing three thousand li of sea would need several hours, all while