Begging for Mercy

[I was Fang Yue. I wanted to force Old Helmsman to cooperate by putting him under even greater pressure.]

[My plan soon got its chance. When I stopped supplying him with Blood Stones, Old Helmsman stopped the ship.]

[We came to a halt in the perilous waters of the Cold River, completely motionless.]

[Old Helmsman seemed to be demanding something from Tian Rui Chi, but he didn't succeed. Qing Chen seized the opportunity to pour a barrel of red, strange oil into the lake.]

[Before long, a vast, unknown, and terrifying shadow slowly emerged from directly beneath the Cold River Giant Ship. It extended enormous tentacles, snapped the ship in two, and dragged it to the bottom of the lake!]

[I sank beneath the water. The great and noble Parchment fused with the Exquisite Eight Elephants Jade Flute, allowing me to move freely even while immersed in the water, but that was all.]

[The deep, dark water surged toward me like a tide and swallowed me whole. In my final moments of consciousness, I saw broken planks everywhere and the bodies of my companions sinking to the bottom.]

[The darkness swallowed me completely.]

[I died.]

[The entire ship was wiped out.]

Along with the words on the parchment, visions of the future appeared.

There were only two visions. In the first, Fang Yue stood at the bow of the ship, arguing with Old Helmsman about something. Then more than a dozen enormous tentacles suddenly burst from the surface of the lake, lashing wildly at the Cold River Giant Ship. They broke it in half and dragged it to the bottom.

In the second vision, Fang Yue sank beneath the lake. All around him lay the bodies of his companions and the shattered remains of the ship, deep underwater.

Gurgle, gurgle.