The silent seabed of the deep ocean.
Murky currents.
A figure sat cross-legged amid the currents without any support, letting the water flow over him.
His silver robes were rigid, covered in patterns rich with an exotic flavor.
His skin still seemed supple, and his eyes, brilliant as stars, seemed frozen in a single moment, gazing quietly at some spot.
Only his brows were faintly knitted, as though he had encountered an insoluble problem, or perhaps harbored some irreparable regret.
The figure sat there all alone on that nameless seabed.
There was no one else.
No friends.
No Spirit Beasts.
And no family.
As though for a thousand years, ten thousand years, he had remained here, forever unchanged.
Wang Ba floated before this long-silent figure, looking at that middle-aged face that seemed frozen in the river of time. Inexplicably, he sensed an enduring loneliness, sealed away by seawater for countless years, echoing through these ocean depths for countless years.
Just then.
"Wang Ba!"
"Ya!"
Two urgent cries blurred amid the surging water and rising bubbles.
Yet they startled Wang Ba out of that distant feeling of loneliness.
He hurriedly looked behind him.
There, several steps away, amid the churning currents behind him-
With half her body being dragged rapidly by the turbulence, Qin Lingxiao clutched the Burrowing Sea Otter's hind legs in panic, pulling its already short legs taut.
The Burrowing Sea Otter's eyes were wide, its forelegs desperately clutching its Blue-Black Token. It strained to lift its neck, crying, "Ya, ya!" Countless bubbles immediately poured out.
The Blue-Black Token glowed faintly, suspended in place without the slightest movement.
Wang Ba glanced at the similarly glowing Command Token in his own hand, then immediately activated the Mother Qi of Ten Thousand Arts.
Yet the great hand that normally spanned several