Ordinarily, seeing the remains of some creatures in the deep sea should have been a common occurrence.
But Ye Yuan did not think so. There were simply too many biological skeletons in this place.
Ye Yuan followed the direction of those skeletons and searched onward.
He wanted to find where the skeletons ended and see what exactly had happened here.
The farther he went, the deeper the water became. The seafloor sloped downward into pitch-black depths.
Ye Yuan estimated that he was now more than eight thousand meters below the surface.
Along the way, he had not found a single living creature. This was far too unusual.
Just when Ye Yuan thought he would never find the cause of these creatures' deaths,
he saw something at the edge of his perception that even someone like him, who had spent years beneath the sea, found impossible to believe.
At the edge of his perception, on the slope of the seabed, there was a plant growing from the ocean floor.
By all reason, how could plants grow on the seafloor at such a depth?
Yet the scene before him had overturned Ye Yuan's understanding.
The unknown plant looked as crystal-clear as jade.
Against the pitch-black seafloor, it appeared utterly strange and abrupt.
The plant was around a meter tall and looked like a small sapling.
Two green fruits grew on the sapling, though he had no idea whether they were edible.
Both its trunk and leaves were white, giving it a sacred air.
Ye Yuan had never heard of this kind of plant. He believed that not only he, but even veteran marine scientists would know nothing about it.
After all, a plant growing eight thousand meters underwater while looking so sacred would find it hard not to become famous.
Ye Yuan