The surrounding seawater grew even dimmer. After the light from the sea surface had been diminished countless times, almost nothing remained by the time it reached the deep sea.
Only the colorful glow emitted by the tentacles remained nearby. The glow extended farther down toward the seabed. Mo Ling probed with his vision and found that he could not detect the roots of the tentacles at all, so he withdrew it.
The place the tentacles were taking him now was not their roots, but another direction in the deep sea.
In the murky seawater, the flickering colorful light revealed only churning bubbles. The strange gurgling sounds, combined with the profound darkness, could summon the deepest fears within a person's heart, but Mo Ling did not feel afraid at all.
Wrapped up by these tentacles, he instead felt an unusual sense of security.
He became even more certain that the tentacles bore him no hostility. They might even "know" him, which was why they treated him so well.
"But how could I know a tentacle?"
Mo Ling quickly searched through his memories, trying to find information about these tentacles, but no matter how hard he looked, he found nothing. He was certain he had never seen anything so strange, nor had he ever had any contact with it.
"Could it simply have no hostility toward humans?"
Mo Ling could not make sense of it either. Where had those pickles and mineral water come from?
This was the deepest part of the Abyss. Perhaps no one had ever reached it before, and it was not an environment where humans could live. Yet a strange creature in such deep waters actually knew humans and even used human items?
Mo Ling even suspected that he had been knocked unconscious by the waves and was