Sea God!

A calm, aged voice, yet carrying an indescribable ancient aura, resounded directly in the minds of everyone in the room, not through their ears, but reaching their very souls:

"Hmm... I don't know how much time has passed, but I've finally found a blood that tastes good. And I've finally found a physique that can withstand the Vast Sea Power."

The voice carried a languid quality, like someone awakening from a long slumber, and a hint of barely Frisk... satisfaction.

Before the words were finished, the faint blue phantom vanished like smoke, and with a flash of blue light, it disappeared once again into the triangular shape of the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud shrouded in blood light below.

Immediately afterwards, the intense, overwhelming crimson aura on the triangular body suddenly receded like a tide, instantly restoring its original deep, pure azure color.

At the very core of the triangular pyramid, a faint red light flickered briefly, like a breath, before disappearing as if it had never existed.

Without that suction force, the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud immediately detached from Lin Xia's forehead.

It first gently landed on Lin Xia's shoulder with a soft thud, then rolled down his shoulder and arm, finally settling steadily in his outstretched, still somewhat limp palm.

At this moment, it lay quietly, looking exactly the same as before, except for a barely perceptible trace of red at its core, as if the terrifying blood-red phenomenon just now was merely an illusion.

At the same time, the wound on Lin Xia's forehead closed and healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye the moment the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud was removed. The redness and swelling subsided quickly, leaving only a shallow white mark, which soon disappeared without a trace.

His breathing was still weak, but it seemed a little more steady than before.

However, Lin Xia remained in a deep sleep, unresponsive to any calls or touches from the outside world.

In the Abyss of coma, Lin Xia's world of consciousness was in complete chaos.

He felt as if he had been plunged into an invisible, enormous vortex, with an immense and irresistible suction force tearing at his body and soul!

This power did not come from the outside, but rather from the depths of his own being, as if something was greedily Absorb everything from him.

"No..."

All that remained in my consciousness was an instinctive resistance, but this resistance seemed so pale in the face of absolute attraction.

His "body" was constantly stretched and twisted in this void, and his Spiritual Origin flickered like a candle in the wind, becoming weaker and weaker.

His senses of everything around him were fading—colors, sounds, temperature... even his awareness of "self" was becoming blurred, as if he were being completely decomposed and assimilated by this vortex, heading towards utter nothingness.

Just as Lin Xia's consciousness was about to completely dissipate in this boundless weakness and pulling sensation, sinking into eternal darkness—

Buzz!

A strange, indescribable, warm power surged forth from the depths of his heart without warning!

This power is neither Soul Power nor Nature Power; it carries the vastness and inclusiveness of the sea, and also contains a trace of divine majesty and coolness.

Like the first clear spring thawing in early spring, it carries vibrant life, gently yet firmly flowing upstream, slowly pouring into his nearly dried-up and chaotic Sea of Consciousness.

This refreshing power was like sweet rain falling on a parched desert. It did not directly resist the terrifying suction force, but rather coexisted with it in a miraculous way, and quickly combined with Lin Xia's core consciousness.

In an instant, an indescribable sense of clarity dispelled the heavy gloom that had shrouded my consciousness!

Although the feeling of being torn apart still lingered, and the pain of having his soul Absorb had not disappeared, his "thoughts" were clearer than ever before!

He couldn't sense the outside world—the room, his companions' calls, Qian Renxue's anxiety... but he could "see" inside his own body in a way that transcended his five senses!

His consciousness seemed to transform into the finest ray of light, traveling through his own network of meridians.

He could clearly "see inside" the path of blood flowing through his veins, like an underground river carrying the rhythm of life.

He could "sense" each powerful heartbeat, pumping blood containing faint Soul Power and Life Energy throughout his body.

He could even "see" the most subtle changes in the internal organs—the imperceptible expansion and contraction of the lungs, the gentle swaying of the liquid in the stomach, the silent metabolism of liver cells... everything was clearly visible, as if he were observing an incredibly detailed internal landscape of life.

This state of introspection is mysterious and stable.

Time loses its meaning in this pure inner perception; it seems to pass in an instant, yet also as if a long period of time has gone by.

Lin Xia's consciousness was immersed in this unprecedented self-insight, and weakness and pain seemed to become background noise.

His consciousness remained hazy, as if shrouded in a thin mist of the deep sea, but at its core, it retained a crystal-clear clarity brought about by the Vast Sea Power.

After an unknown amount of time, the persistent feeling of weakness and the pulling sensation on the soul began to slowly subside, like the receding tide.

The hazy mist that enveloped the core of consciousness gradually dissipated.

Lin Xia's consciousness, like a diver rising from the deep sea, gradually re-coalesced and became clear again.

Perception of the outside world is like a curtain being drawn back, beginning to return.

Hearing was the first thing to be restored.

It was no longer the sound of blood rushing through my body, but rather the indistinct, choked whispers and suppressed breathing from the outside world.

"Xiao Xia, wake up..."

"Lingling, do you still have enough Soul Power? Hang in there a little longer!"

Next is touch.

He felt himself lying on the ground, his back pressed against the cold floor.

A warm, Limber hand held his hand tightly, the palm slightly damp and trembling.

Another gentle, warm force continued to envelop his body.

Finally, let's return to the visual aspect.

Lin Xia's heavy eyelids trembled slightly, as if she had used all her strength to finally pry them open a crack.

My vision gradually focused from a blurry darkness.

The first thing that caught his eye was the room's high ceiling, carved with the Spirit Hall's emblem, and the Soul Guidance Lamp embedded in the ceiling, emitting a soft white light. The light wasn't dazzling, but it made his long-closed eyes feel a little sore.

Consciousness has fully returned.

He... woke up.

Lin Xia took a slow, deep breath, her chest rising and falling. Fresh air filled her lungs, carrying a scent unique to the room, a mixture of the carpet and Ye Lingling's Martial Soul spirit.

The feeling of weakness in my body receded like the tide, replaced by a strange sense of clarity, as if all the meridians in my body had been cleansed by the Vast Sea Power. Although my Soul Power seemed to have been greatly depleted, my spirit was exceptionally full, even more alert than before I fell into a coma.

Lin Xia slightly turned her eyes, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings.

Qian Renxue knelt beside him, her beautiful face filled with unprecedented tension and worry. Her golden eyes Lock-On on him, and only when he opened his eyes did her taut jawline seem to relax slightly for a moment.

Hu Liena knelt on the other side, holding his hand tightly. Her charming fox-like eyes were red and swollen, and her face was still wet with tears. When she saw him wake up, she was overjoyed. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but she was too excited to make a sound.

Xie Yue, Yan, and Dugu Yan stood around, their faces beaming with relief and elation.

Ye Lingling kept her eyes closed, focusing all her efforts on maintaining the treatment of the Nine Heart Begonia. Her smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, clearly indicating that she had exhausted herself.

In his outstretched right hand, the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud that had triggered everything lay quietly in his palm, its warm blue light shimmering softly, as if the breathtaking events of just moments before had never occurred.

Only the lingering coolness in her palm and the subtle sensation left after the wound on her forehead disappeared reminded Lin Xia that it was not a dream.