Early the next morning, Loa and Wangcai left Adonis and flew toward the Sea of Ruins.
Morning in Adonis City was entirely different from morning in Kapa City. Here, a faint, salty dampness from the sea always hung in the air.
The sea beneath their feet was a deep, dark purple, forming an eerie contrast with the rather dim light of the Nether Sun overhead.
The waves surged far more slowly than those of an ordinary ocean. Each crest looked like a slow-motion replay, heavy and viscous.
Occasionally, a string of bubbles rose to the surface. When they burst, they released not ordinary water vapor, but wisps of barely perceptible soul remnants.
Wangcai stopped a thousand feet above the sea and frowned down at the dark-purple water beneath him. "Boss, why does the Sea of Ruins feel so murky? It looked pretty nice from far away in the city, but up close, it feels a bit like a pot of soup that's been cooking too long."
"This is a place for processing soul impurities to begin with. Apart from this Ruins Sea region, the rest of the Nether Sea is still clear," Loa said.
"That's true."
"Let's go. We'll head into the deeper parts of the coastal waters first." With that, Loa took the lead and flew toward the deep sea.
After they had flown for roughly two hours, the water began to darken gradually from dark purple, changing from translucent to an almost opaque, inky purple.
The air grew heavier, and even breathing carried a faint chill-not a chill of temperature, but one felt in the soul.
The farther one ventured into the Sea of Ruins, the greater the concentration of the Death Law became. This chill was its direct manifestation in the material world.
Just then, the sea