Kraken's thoughts stopped for a moment in the cold deep sea.
Eight arms and legs... No, if you include the heavy, white, barbed Scorpion Tail, it should be...
He subconsciously "counted": four on the left, four on the right, and an obviously different one behind him...
"Kujo?" A thought flashed through his consciousness, with some uncertainty. But when he tried to recall clearer details of the shape, there was only a chaotic and broken memory. Is it Kujo? Or Hachijo?
"No... I remember before..." He tried to recall, but the memory of the "previous" form was as blurry as if separated by a thick layer of frosted glass soaked in blood and fire. He could only vaguely remember some kind of sticky, amorphous "darkness" that seemed to be able to swallow everything, and the golden arrows that penetrated the soul and the endless pain at the last moment.
"Is it because I died once?" This thought made him shudder. Death, reshaping, rebirth... how much has changed in this process? Has his essence, his form, and even his understanding of his "original face" been completely distorted in that destruction and rebirth?
He subconsciously sinks his consciousness to the Scorpion Tail. It is cold, hard, and full of uncontrollable violent power. It is completely different from the softness of the octopus's body and its sensitivity to water flow. But it is indeed a part of him. There is no sluggishness in the flow of Soul Power, as if it was born to be there. But... there is always a subtle "dissonance", like a sharp dagger forcibly sewn to the puppet's body.
"As long as the tentacles are gone... then I might really be dead..." A colder, more realistic understanding emerged. Whether it was eight or nine, these arms and legs and the Scorpion Tail were now the basis for him to perceive the world, move, fight and even survive. Losing them, losing this barely condensed body, his new consciousness would probably be extinguished immediately like a candle in the wind.
This realization made him feel weak and afraid. If the Lightning Tribulation just now had been even half a bit stronger, or if the life energy reserve in his body had been a little less, he might have been completely "erased", with not even a residue left.
"Forget it, it's better not to think too much." Kraken forced down the chaotic thoughts. Obsessing about the form and the past will not help the current situation. What he needs most now is not answers, but safety and recovery.
"That Lightning Tribulation just now... I'm afraid it has attracted people's attention." His ice-blue eyes turned vigilantly in the darkness, and the senses of the seven arms and legs and Scorpion Tail were heightened to the extreme, capturing the smallest changes in the water flow and distinguishing any unusual energy fluctuations in the sea water.
This was the battlefield three years ago, the place where he fell. Sea God Island will never take this place lightly. The movement of the black thunder was so loud that it almost announced to the entire West Sea that there was an "abnormality" here. Sea God Island's patrol team, and even the terrifying Sacred Pillar Douluo, are probably already on the road, and have even... already launched a search in a corner of this sea area!
You must leave immediately! The further away the better, the deeper the better!
He no longer hesitated, endured the severe pain that came from his whole body, especially from the Scorpion Tail connection, like bones being broken and forcibly glued together, and began to drive his body with all his strength.
The eight dark blue arms and legs no longer curled up unconsciously, but stretched out like precise paddles, stirring up the surrounding seawater with a strange and rhythmic rhythm. The water flow was silently pushed away, pushing his scarred body forward. He began to move toward the deeper and darker end of the crack. His movements were a little jerky at first, and even looked crooked due to his injuries, but Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's strong adaptability and natural control over the water flow were quickly returning.
That forest-white Scorpion Tail was no longer just a drag or decoration. Kraken found that when he deliberately poured Soul Power into it, Scorpion Tail would become extra heavy and stable, like the best rudder and balance rod, helping He maintains direction and stability in complex water flows and terrains. The barb at the tip of the tail can provide additional thrust by occasionally tapping the Rock, or it can penetrate deeply into the rock wall to act as an anchor when an emergency stop is needed. This Scorpion Tail Soul Bone seems to be more "useful" than he imagined.
He sneaked down and inward along the deep seafloor cracks. On both sides of the cracks were rugged black Rocks that were shaped into strange shapes by the high pressure of the deep sea, with some special moss or minerals that emitted a ghostly light attached to them, providing extremely weak light. Source. Some strange creatures that have adapted to the abyss environment, such as Hagfish, giant mouth fish, or some indescribable crustaceans, flashed past in the rock crevices or shadows, and they were afraid to avoid this "freak" that exuded a dangerous aura.
As Kraken moves forward, it frantically absorbs the thin Soul Power in the surrounding seawater. At the same time, it guides the fragile Micro-Cycle of Life and Death in the body to accelerate the refining of the remaining Micro-Cycle of Life and Death in the body., the life energy from "Soul-Nurturing Ancient Tree" and Bi Ji repaired the charred wounds. The emerald green fluorescence flickered in and out of the cracks, slowly but continuously expelling the remaining destructive breath of the black thunder.
His perception is like the most sensitive radar, constantly scanning the surroundings. Any unusual disturbance in the water flow, any strange Soul Power breath, will make him stop immediately and huddle in the deepest shadow until he is sure it is safe.
In this way, under the pressure of absolute darkness and silence, in the torment of pain and vigilance, Kraken slowly but firmly escaped towards the deeper unknown abyss.
He didn't know where he was going, he only knew that he had to stay away from the Lightning Tribulation center and away from possible Sea God Island search circles.
However, the threads of fate often intertwine in the most unexpected places.
Just as Kraken dived along the crack into a relatively open area covered with huge undersea stone forests, the Scorpion Tail behind him, which had been swinging slightly and sensing the movement behind him, suddenly froze!
The barb at the tip of the tail points silently in a direction to the side and back.
Almost at the same time, Kraken's arms and legs tightened instantly, and his body seemed to be frozen behind a huge black stone pillar shaped like a twisted mushroom.
An extremely weak breath that made his soul Soul Core suddenly throb was coming from that direction!
It's not Sea God Island's annoying aura of being upright and carrying "holy" coercion.
Nor is it the aura of those hazy, cold creatures in the abyss that move only on instinct.
But... a mixture of decay, sadness, and deep-seated hatred, but with a hint of incomparable familiarity!
This breath was so weak, so weak that if Kraken hadn't just experienced Lightning Tribulation's tempering, and the connection between his soul and "Wither" Origin had become unprecedentedly keen, plus he was in a state of extreme vigilance at this moment, he would have never been able to detect it.
But at this moment, he noticed it.
Moreover, that aura... is approaching him in the same hidden and slow way!
Who is it?!
Friend or foe?!
Is it some new detection method of Sea God Island? Or...
Some images buried deep in the bottom of the broken memories surged up uncontrollably - a huge and gentle silver figure, a dark whale as calm as a mountain.
Could it be...
Kraken's heart seemed to skip a beat. He forced himself to calm down and concentrated all his breath to the extreme. The seven arms and legs and Scorpion Tail were tightly attached to the cold Rock. The dark blue color on the surface of the body The texture and color of Rock around Simulation's skin - this is the innate camouflage ability of the octopus. With the blessing of Hundred-Thousand-Year's cultivation and Soul Power's, the effect is amazing.
He was like a truly lifeless rock, lurking in the shadow of the stone pillars, his ice-blue eyes staring at the direction of the breath through the gaps in Rock.
Coming.
The first thing that came into view was not a body, but a dim undercurrent that was intertwined with silver gray and ink, almost blending into the dark current. The undercurrent moved extremely carefully, sticking to the seabed, using every terrain cover, and it would be extremely difficult to detect it unless Kraken locked it in advance.
Immediately afterwards, the shape of the undercurrent began to change slightly, condensed, and finally outlined a head... The body has not yet fully grown, but the lines are sharp, with silver-gray scales all over the body, and a dark ink mark on the forehead... the outline of Deep Sea Demon Whale!
Kraken's pupils suddenly shrank!
Deep Sea Demon Whale! And this shape, this color, especially the dark mark on his forehead... had a strong overlap with a vague image in his memory!
Are they Mo Yuan's tribesmen?!
Just when Kraken was shocked, the young Deep Sea Demon Whale seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly stopped in the shadow of another huge rock about a hundred meters away from the stone pillar where Kraken was hiding. His ice-blue eyes were as sharp as knives in the darkness, and he scanned the surroundings vigilantly. The dark mark on his forehead flickered slightly, as if he was trying to sense something.
The two eyes seemed to collide for a moment in the absolute darkness.
Little Moyuan's body shook violently! He felt it clearly! That resonance originating from the depths of his soul, that had the same origin as "Wither", but was more domineering and condensed, and even mixed with a hint of... a cold, sharp, and strange aura full of fatal threats, was right ahead!
It's not Master pure "withering".
Nor any other known Soul Beast.
Rather, it is a kind of... familiar and strange, kind and dangerous, as if it is forcibly pieced together from countless fragments... a contradictory existence!
His breathing almost stopped, and his huge body trembled slightly due to excitement and tension. Is it it? The target of Heavenly Tribulation? That "new" existence?
Little Moyuan's heart was beating wildly, and in his ice-blue eyes, the blood that had accumulated for three years seemed to be burning again. Hatred, expectation, vigilance, fear... countless emotions were intertwined and surging.
He remembered Uncle Tieshan's instructions: just watch, don't get close, don't expose, and leave immediately if there is danger.
But... that breath... is there! So close!
Slowly, extremely slowly, he leaned out a little bit of his body from behind the giant rock. With his ice-blue eyes, he tried Penetration the darkness to see clearly the true face of the source of the aura.
At the same moment, Kraken, who was hiding behind the stone pillar, also saw part of the outline of the young Demon Whale through the Rock gap, as well as those... ice-blue eyes that seemed to be burning with dark flames even in absolute darkness.
The moment when their eyes met.
It's as if someone from the past quietly meets today's meeting in the deepest part of the darkness that no one knows.