The letter before Li Ziran left him perplexed. He could not tell whether it was real or fake, but the four words "Devouring Serpent" clung to his gaze like a magnet.
He feared the Deep Sea. Whether in his previous life or this one, he had never truly strayed far from land. He had always believed that a power base was an umbrella of protection; as long as he strictly followed its operating rules, he could move as freely as a fish in water.
Whether on the Wasteland or in Hippo Ancient City, Li Ziran had lived well according to established rules. No matter how great the danger he encountered, the situation across the continent remained stable. Even if he changed his base, he could still survive.
But the Deep Sea was different. It was not merely that the Elemental Tide weakened there; more importantly, it was unknown.
Over all these years, aside from the Demons carving out a place to survive, no one knew what existed in that region abandoned by the elements.
For thousands of years, records concerning the Deep Sea on the Red Soil Continent had been few and far between. Without power, there were no rules; without rules, there was no established way to survive.
Li Ziran did not like living purely by instinct. He preferred order. Even in utter darkness, he could live quietly by following order.
Just like the Elemental Tide: though it was unstable, some people could still manifest it through magic arrays.
If he were simply asked to sense the elements, he would be utterly at a loss, with no idea where to begin.
Li Ziran read Jones's letter once more. "Devouring Serpent" seemed to gleam with golden light, drawing in his eyes. He knew very clearly that he needed it.
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