The waters of the Great Chasm had undergone a complete upheaval. The sea ahead was crimson, and even through the treasure ship's restrictions, everyone aboard could feel waves of scorching heat drawing near. Their expressions grew increasingly tense.
Seeing that the Water-Devouring Tribe child and the Eight-Legged Sea Demon were nowhere to be found, Shen Luo withdrew his gaze and looked ahead of the bow.
Even under the suppression of the South Sea Dragon King's formidable magic power, the tangled, chaotic currents remained difficult to calm. From time to time, the rotting remains of sea beasts of various sizes floated up through the water.
Most were already nothing but white skeletons. Some of the enormous carcasses still had flesh clinging to their bones, but it looked severely corroded, with a grayish-white hue.
Ao Qin showed no surprise at the sight before him. Instead, he seemed somewhat excited.
About a quarter of an hour later, Shen Luo suddenly noticed that the treasure ship's course had begun to veer, sliding uncontrollably to the right.
At the same time, he noticed that the chaotic, crisscrossing currents had vanished, replaced by several immense, orderly currents curving to the right.
He rose and walked slowly to the bow, lifting his head to gaze into the distance. What he saw left him astonished.
An enormous whirlpool had formed in the vast sea. At its center, an immensely thick pillar of crimson fire shot upward, straight toward the surface of the Great Chasm.
At that moment, anyone watching from the Ten Islands outside the Great Chasm would have seen the center of the island-ringed inland sea churning as though someone had thrust a sky-supporting pillar into it and begun stirring, raising terrifying waves.
Amid those waves, a mass of blazing fire burst through the surface like a