North of the Soul-Devouring Undercurrent lay waters deeper, darker, and colder still. Ancient whales called this place the Eternal Silent Abyss, a forgotten realm that neither sunlight nor ocean currents could fully reach. Its icy seawater held sparse but exceptionally pure deep-sea water essence, yet it also kept most life at bay. Jagged black undersea ridges lay silently in the ancient darkness like the spines of colossal beasts, riddled with undercurrents strong enough to tear steel apart and energy rifts that silently devoured everything.
This was one of the last, most desperate refuges in the long history of the Deep Sea Demon Whales. Only those driven into a corner, or stripped of all hope in the land and shallow seas, would choose to hide in this barren, dangerous, yet relatively "safe" wasteland—their pursuers were equally reluctant to venture here.
Deep within the Disordered Rift Zone lay a relatively secluded, partially enclosed trench, ringed by several enormous undersea ridges.
Tieshan's enormous dark-gold body floated in the icy water like an ancient boulder lying dormant. The passing years had left few signs of healing on him; instead, they had added many small, new scars. The savage battles against Xiao Bai, Sea Spear, and countless Demon Soul Great White Sharks, Mo Yuan's farewell through self-detonation, the fall of his Master, Jingtian, and all the hardships of struggling to survive in the Eternal Silent Abyss had settled deep within his eyes, which had grown ever more profound, yet ever more weary and cold.
His aura had become more condensed and weighty than it had been back then, steeped in an inescapable air of bloodshed and ferocity. Through countless life-and-death battles and acts of devouring, his cultivation had painstakingly approached the ninety-thousand-year threshold. But the price was steep: the hidden wounds deep within his origin