Snail Mother Lady

The Hu Mang made a Buddhist hand gesture and gently pressed it onto the surface of the chime.

The clear, crisp sound of chimes echoed across the sea.

The sound of the chime flowed like a clear spring, carrying a cleansing power that slowly seeped into the distorted sea; the blurry faces slowly twisted and dissipated in the sound, like morning mist dispersed by sunlight.

"Buddhist methods do seem to have a special effect on these sea monsters."

Hu Mang observed silently, and while he struck the Clear Resonance Chime, the other two monsters did not take the opportunity to attack.

Soon, mist seeped from the sea surface, turning the entire sea into a vast expanse of white.

After the fog dissipated, only the Faceless Sea Lord remained floating on the sea surface, and his eerie, swirling face of flesh and blood surprisingly gained a touch of serenity.

"This thing is indeed as docile as I remember, but Zhao Longbo overstimulated it, which caused it to go berserk. I used the Clear Resonance Chime to help it sleep, and it fell asleep again."

"Since it can appease the other party, this thing can definitely be used as a large-scale Curse launcher."

With a thought, Hu Mang sent out more than a dozen water ghost arms that emerged from the water and pulled the faceless ancient corpse into the sea. The corpse did not offer the slightest resistance during the process.

She's sleeping soundly.

One is done.

Hu Mang's gaze fell in another direction.

"What are your thoughts, Whale Marquis? Don't you want to go back and catch up on your sleep?"

In his Yin-Yang Eyes, the blank area was covered by a vast Ghost Haunt, and within the Ghost Haunt, a corpse whale was stretching out its enormous form in mid-air. The corpse whale's gray-white surface was covered with dense ghost arms, as dense as a forest, slowly stirring in the mist of the Ghost Haunt. As these stirrings occurred, bone powder from within the Ghost Haunt continuously fell into the seawater.

The Whale Marquis sat on the back of the corpse whale, his long silver hair fluttering in the wind, like a high and mighty god looking down at everything below.

Although his strength is comparable to that of the Faceless Sea Lord, this Whale Marquis possesses intelligence. However, the two cannot communicate due to a language barrier; the other party can only speak the language of an ancient kingdom from countless years ago.

"If you don't want to catch up on sleep, I have a good place for you here," Hu Mang said with a smile.

"I wonder if Whale Marquis has ever heard of the 'Mist Tide Secret Pavilion'? There are several beings there similar to Whale Marquis."

After speaking, Hu Mang transmitted information about the "Mist Tide Secret Pavilion" to the other party using his Divine Sense.

Soon, the voice of Whale Marquis echoed in his mind. Although it was still a bit stiff, it was standard Heavenly Gate language.

"If... you... can..."

Hu Mang let out a soft "Eh?", realizing that this guy could speak modern language, but he quickly realized what was going on.

With so many corpses on this marquis's body, there must be one or two unlucky ones who came from Heavenly Gate.

"Since Whale Marquis has no objections, I will have someone inform him immediately."

No matter how bizarre or cult-like their activities may be behind the scenes, these dominant forces in Nanyang are always supported by a massive business of living people.

Wanshun Sea Hall is an import and export trading company for more than a dozen small countries, while Mist Tide Secret Pavilion is an auction house and exchange covering the entire Nanyang and even the East Sea.

During the Dragon Blood Tide, Hu Mang had seen their trade fair, but he hadn't participated.

For these sea monsters, collecting sea treasures is definitely much easier than for living people, and the Mist Tide Secret Pavilion is also the only channel in the Nanyang that can reliably produce "High-Grade Spirit Stone".

The Mist Tide Secret Pavilion arrived faster than the Hu Mang had anticipated.

Just one day later, a hazy mist began to cover the horizon, as if slowly painted by invisible brushstrokes, spreading from the horizon where the sea meets the sky.

Moreover, this fog didn't just cover the area around one Java; it enveloped the entire coastal waters of Java. The fog moved, spread, and permeated slowly like a living thing, shrouding the entire coastal area in a hazy gray. The seawater, reefs, and sky all seemed to be covered by a semi-transparent veil, carrying an indescribable blur and distortion.

"Ghost Haunt realm of such vast scale."

Hu Mang frowned slightly. He had seen the Ghost Haunt before, and even used Ghost Haunt himself, but he had never seen Ghost Haunt with such a vast scope. The mist covered the entire nearshore area, like an invisible giant net that enveloped everything. He could feel the Yin Qi contained in the mist, like countless tiny rivers flowing slowly in the air, carrying a cold and heavy texture.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, as if something was about to emerge from it.

Whale Marquis also opened his Ghost Haunt, revealing an enormous corpse whale. Whale Marquis closed his eyes, but faces emerged from the surface of the corpse whale, with hundreds and thousands of mouths opening and closing, seemingly communicating with the beings in the mist.

Finally, the negotiations were successfully completed. Whale Marquis opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips. He turned and nodded to the Hu Mang, tossed something over, and his massive body disappeared into the mist.

At the same time, a card shot out from the mist, and a hoarse, aged voice rang out.

"Thank you for making the connection, Martial Hall Master. From now on, you will be a VIP guest of our Mist Tide Secret Pavilion. Please feel free to let us know if you need anything."

"Anything you need is fine? Is there anything that can deal with that mother conch shell at my feet?" Hu Mang said.

The other party did not answer, and the ghostly mist vanished like a whirlwind, faster than anyone else.

Clearly, as members of their own kind, they are quite perceptive of the strength of their opponents.

This Withered Tide Snail Mother monster, capable of corrupting Longbo's bloodline in an instant, is absolutely ferocious.

The good thing is that this thing seems to have some intelligence. From beginning to end, it only took the initiative to attack once when facing Zhao Longbo. Most of the time, it was as Zen as the Faceless Sea Lord, simply letting its aura cover the surroundings. But even so, it was stronger than the initiative of some sea monsters.

"Withered Tide Snail Mother-- "

According to the memories of the Ghost Dragon Vein, this Snail Mother was a Law Power sorceress from Nanyang in her lifetime, whose fame resounded throughout the world. After her death, she was buried at the bottom of the sea with thousands of conch shells.

Such a powerful being in life will surely become even stronger after death.

After all, while most monsters relied on instinct to absorb and exhale Spiritual Qi, she was already able to cultivate on her own.

But no matter how strong he is, he still has to deal with it, and the other party seems to be waiting for him as well.

"Snail Mother Lady, why don't we go outside and have a chat?" Hu Mang said solemnly, his Buddhist light growing brighter, clearly indicating that he was unleashing his full Buddhist power.

As the Hu Mang spoke, the enormous fleshy conch finally rose slowly from beneath the sea.

The seawater parted, revealing it as a massive mountain of flesh rising from the seabed. It was entirely grayish-white, with spiral grooves covering its surface. Dark green mucus seeped from these grooves, flowing slowly along the fleshy walls like countless tiny rivers.

Every inch of its surface is covered with countless conch shells, which are embedded in the flesh like scales. Some of the shells have become one with the flesh, while others are still slowly wriggling, like countless eyes twinkling in the darkness.

A crack appeared at its top, from which a light of an indescribable color seeped out, like a giant eye opening its eyes.

As she appeared, a terrifying aura erupted, sweeping in all directions like an invisible tsunami.

As if the sky had collapsed, the Buddhist light surrounding the Hu Mang was compressed to almost disappear in an instant.

The Clear Resonance Chime in his hand fell silent; its originally crisp sound abruptly stopped, and the surface of the chime gleamed with a grayish-white luster.

The sea no longer surged, the sky no longer roared, and even the movement of the air seemed to freeze; the whole world was as if a mute button had been pressed, leaving only a bottomless, deathly silence.

In his mind, Hu Mang seemed to hear the sound of a cassock being torn.

He looked down and saw that the bottom of his Binary Kasaya had been torn open with a huge tear, and his body felt cold.

A Curse aura seeped in through the crack, making my skin itch all over, as if something was about to grow out of it.

"Damn it, weren't they saying that Nascent Soul Nascent Soul couldn't emerge from Nanyang? How come even Spirit Transformation have appeared?!"

The strength of this Snail Mother- shaped being before us is definitely not just at the Nascent Soul!

Fortunately, the Hu Mang had made ample preparations before arriving. Upon seeing the situation, it immediately activated the Vajrayana, its body transforming between form, emptiness, and reality.

His physical body, like a reflection on a shattered surface of water, slowly blurred, distorted, and then became clear again. The aura that had originally been crushing him like an invisible tsunami now seemed to pass through his body as if piercing through nothingness, leaving no trace.

The Buddha's light on his body disappeared, leaving only a faint glow.

The pressure on the Hu Mang's body suddenly eased.

This strange phenomenon also prompted a questioning Divine Sense from the Snail Mother on the opposite side.

Divine Sense?

Has this priestess cultivated Divine Sense?

After bypassing the tsunami-like underwater Curse pollution, the Hu Mang could already sense the other party's presence. There was no resentment, no chaotic thoughts, and the emotions were quite peaceful.

"Hello, Snail Mother Lady?" Hu Mang tried to greet her.

"Hello, caller from the Saha Continent."

The voice was unexpectedly pleasant, like jade that had been soaked in a cold spring in a mountain stream, yet as the words fell, a warm and gentle undertone spread out.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"I can hear many, many sounds underwater, including the language and writing of you Heavenly Gate people. However, I cannot communicate with you because not everyone is like you, able to withstand the Snail Mother Tide Sound '."

The Snail Mother Lady quickly became puzzled again.

"But in the voices I hear, it seems that the callers of the Saha Continent all have something mixed in with them that makes me uncomfortable. The stronger the Buddha's power, the deeper this feeling of discomfort. Why don't you have it?"

Hu Mang hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to tell the truth.

"Because the Buddhist power within me is something I cultivated myself, while those who invoke it, including those so-called 'masters of liberation' in Sumatra, have most likely been infected by karma."

"So it's karma, huh? That's quite a troublesome thing," the Snail Mother Lady seemed to know about it, then changed the subject with great interest, "You just said that your Buddhist teachings were cultivated on your own?"

"That's right."

Do you think I'm capable of cultivation?