The sound of the tide roared in his ears.
The Fishman youth slowly opened his eyes and found himself once again in the midst of a giant whirlpool.
The massive current swirled around him but had no effect on him.
He kept sinking.
The deeper he went, the dimmer the light became.
A huge black shadow, like a mountain, stood deep at the bottom of the sea, waiting for him.
"I prayed again in my sleep..."
"This is a scene guided by the Spiritual Navigation Divine Arts..."
The consciousness of the Fishman youth was not clear, his thinking speed was dozens of times slower than normal.
The shadow of the mountain was swallowing him.
A sense of horror built up deeper and deeper in the heart of the Fishman youth.
"No, I don't want to keep sinking..."
"This means I am getting closer and closer to the divine Mei Lan."
"Wake up, wake up quickly!"
He roared in his heart.
