Holding This Pearl, You May Command Sea Soul Masters at Will!

"Alright."

Yang Jian nodded without much hesitation.

He loosened his right hand. The dazzling golden Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in his palm seemed to sense its master's intent. The light on its shaft flickered slightly, and the entire spear dissolved into specks of golden light that vanished into the air.

Since the Sea God had personally appeared to apologize, his sincerity was certainly sufficient.

Yang Jian had only attacked Bo Saixi earlier because she had been too aggressive.

Now that the Sea God had personally stepped forward to make amends, continuing to press the matter would only make Yang Jian seem narrow-minded.

Besides, he would eventually become a god and ascend to the God Realm. They would inevitably see each other again then, so there was no need to make an enemy of the Sea God over a momentary grievance.

The more friends one had, the more paths there were. That principle applied in the God Realm as well.

"Thank you."

The Sea God offered his thanks.

He turned his palm upward, facing the sky.

At the turn of his thoughts, the seawater beneath his feet began to boil under his will.

The seawater surged up from the surface, which had already returned to calm, transforming into countless thin streams that rose from the sea and converged toward his palm.

Those streams traced countless gleaming silver arcs through the sea breeze, like a rainstorm flowing upward from below.

After converging in his palm, the streams began to swirl, compress, and merge.

A cerulean sphere of water slowly took shape in his hand. The seawater on its surface continued to spin at high speed; with every rotation, the sphere shrank slightly and its color deepened.

In the end, that mass of seawater was compressed to its limit, condensing into a transparent pearl.