Two days passed.
Over those two days, the Abyss Nautilus kept descending. Apart from a few warnings from its instruments when they detected enormous obstacles, nothing unusual happened.
Those obstacles were most likely enormous marine creatures such as Leviathans or sea monsters. The Nautilus noticed them from far away and chose to go around rather than risk making contact.
Making progress was the priority now, after all. They needed to avoid whatever battles they could and strive to enter the Abyss and reach Miskatonic University as soon as possible.
Yang Yi spent most of his time during this period in Meditation, because space here was too limited, leaving very little he could do.
Right now, for instance, he held a shield in one hand and the Greatsword in the other, eyes closed as he imagined dueling a comparable opponent, repeatedly working through the course of the battle.
It was like playing chess against himself, improving his combat awareness and mental experience.
Communications had not been cut off. Although they were already deeper than Garbage Island, Yang Yi remained in contact with the various Player Islands. He knew they would rendezvous with the Gale in less than twenty days. As for what arrangements they would make then, Yang Yi could offer no input. They would have to judge the situation themselves.
The good news was that the number of Rotting Whales in the Abundant Sea had noticeably decreased. Xu Da had gone in on patrol and reported that finding. However, the Rain of Gourmet Food had not stopped, and he had heard that crying too, so he withdrew rather than risk venturing deeper.
Yang Yi stopped his Meditation. The faint, intermittent crying was still there, but as long as he paid it no attention, it grew quieter and quieter, blending directly