Noticing the source of that sensation, Guding swiftly darted forward, almost instantly appearing near the area of his perception.
Upon arrival, Guding glanced around and finally focused his gaze near a piece of seabed rock.
"Is it this rock that's giving me special sensations?!" Guding was a bit puzzled. "But shouldn't the inheritance always be in the form of fish?"
Just as Guding was surprised, a little fish slowly swam out from the crevice in the rock.
It was a small golden fish, only the size of Guding's pinky. In this lightless deep sea, if one didn't look carefully, it would indeed be somewhat difficult to notice it.
"Why is there still such a small fish so deep in the sea?! Just now, those tens of thousands meter-long giants couldn't dive this deep..." Guding was somewhat confused.
"What are you looking at? Don't you want the inheritance?" An elderly voice suddenly reached Guding's ears.
Guding froze for a moment, then asked the little fish, "Are you the one speaking?"
