Chapter 210: Faith Surges, The Sea Princess's Ultimate Leap
Abyssal despair, like the thickest, coldest tide, engulfed every corner of the vast ocean.
Ever since the tragic scene reflected in the consciousness of all marine creatures dissipated, dead silence became the main theme.
The terrifying figure of the Demon Emperor obscuring the sea abyss, the Sea Princess being sent flying like shattered Glass and embedded in the rock wall, her life force weak in her final moments... it was like the sharpest ice pick, piercing through the last line of defense in the hearts of every marine creature.
The guardian had fallen, and evil would spread and devour everything unchecked. In the future, only a cold, desperate abyss ruled by darkness remained.
However, in this darkest moment of boundless despair, an emotion originating from the deepest, most primitive, and purest part of life's instinct, like magma buried deep underground, began to churn and surge violently under immense pressure, finally breaking through the frozen ground of fear and erupting with a roar!
It was not organized prayer, nor ritualized chanting, but the most instinctive call and yearning from the deepest part of the souls of billions of living beings in desperation, directed at the one figure who had once brought light!
"Your Royal Highness, the Sea Princess... don't die..."
"Save us... save the ocean..."
"Light... we need light..."
"Come back... our Princess... our guardian god..."
These thoughts, as weak as candles in the wind, as scattered as grains of sand in the Ganges, came from panicked schools of sardines, from trembling lanternfish, from giant mantis shrimp lurking in caves, from killer whale tribes cruising the open ocean, and even more so from every grief-stricken Merfolk Clan citizen. They were chaotic, weak, and filled with the tremulous tones of despair.
But at this moment, under the common shadow of doomsday sweeping across the entire ocean, these originally scattered, weak thoughts unexpectedly produced an incredible resonance and convergence!
Like trickling streams eventually returning to the sea, like scattered sparks gathering into a torch.
Strands, wisps, patches... formless yet real 'thoughts' began to rise from all directions of the ocean, from the hearts of every creature shrouded in fear.
They penetrated the thick seawater, ignored vast distances, and followed the profound connection in the unseen world to the origin of the ocean and to that fallen figure, converging madly towards the same direction—that shattered underwater battlefield, that dying azure figure—the Sea Princess!
Initially, it was just a faint fluctuation at the soul level.
But soon, quantitative change led to an incredible qualitative change.
Centered around the shattered rock wall where the Sea Princess lay unconscious, the sea area within hundreds of miles began to emit a hazy, warm, azure glow. This light was not dazzling, but carried a gentle, soothing power that seemed to dispel the chill in the soul.
The light grew stronger and its range wider.
Gradually, a strange phenomenon visible to the naked eye appeared.
Countless firefly-like specks of light emerged from deep sea trenches, from colorful coral reefs, from plankton communities, and even precipitated from the seawater itself, drifting from all directions like metal filings attracted by an invisible magnet.
Some of these light specks were pure sky blue, representing the most devout prayers of the Merfolk Clan; some had a faint golden hue, representing the gratitude and faith of powerful Sea Soul Beasts that had been saved; and more were countless milky-white starry halos, representing the most simple hopes of countless ordinary marine creatures.
They gathered more and more, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, forming spectacular currents of Power Of Faith, drawing countless warm light trails in the dark deep sea, finally all surging towards the faint azure halo embedded in the rock wall and corroded by dark red evil energy—where the Sea Princess was located.
The Power Of Faith had become so dense that it was visible to the naked eye, like a substantial torrent!
They gently and firmly enveloped the Sea Princess's broken body, like the softest veil, or a mother's warm embrace.
The evil energy belonging to the Demon Emperor, which had been continuously eroding her life force, rapidly melted and retreated like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, emitting soft 'hissing' sounds under the flushing of this pure and vast warm current of faith.
The Sea Princess's pale face, as white as paper, began to regain a trace of color under the nourishment of this warm current of light.
Her terrifying wounds, deep enough to expose bone and even damage the origin of her internal organs, began to visibly squirm, grow, and heal under the nourishment of the Power Of Faith. Broken bones were pulled, reconnected, and reshaped by an invisible force; her depleted Soul Power origin was like a dry riverbed receiving sweet rain, revitalizing with a faint trace of life.
In her unconscious state, the Sea Princess's tightly closed eyelids trembled ever so slightly.
It was as if her consciousness, drowning in the endless dark and cold deep sea, was slowly lifted by a warm and majestic force, floating towards the light of the surface.
Finally, under the continuous infusion and call of the Power Of Faith, vast as the sea and pure as fresh snow, the Sea Princess's almost dissipated consciousness re-coalesced.
Her long eyelashes, like azure seaweed, fluttered a few times and slowly opened.
At first, her eyes still held the confusion and disorientation after intense pain, but soon, they were replaced by an unprecedented warmth and fullness that permeated her senses.
"This is..." the Sea Princess murmured weakly, her voice hoarse and barely audible.
She felt it.
She felt the warm power flowing around her like liquid sunshine, enveloping her. It wasn't simple Soul Power or life force, but a grander, more fundamental collective of endless reliance, prayer, and beautiful anticipation.
The Power Of Faith.
So vast, so pure, so warm.
They spontaneously poured into her body, repairing her riddled injuries and nourishing her nearly depleted soul core.
Her injuries were miraculously improving, her strength was slowly recovering, even purer and closer to the essence of the ocean than before she was injured.
The Sea Princess was stunned.
She struggled to turn her neck, her aquamarine eyes piercing through layers of dense, inseparable currents of faith, as if'seeing' into the distance—seeing countless marine citizens who, in despair, still reached out their invisible hands to her, conveying their meager but firm belief.
Those weak fish and shrimp, those powerful Sea Soul Beasts, those grieving Merfolk Clan compatriots... their fear, their anticipation, the heavy trust they placed in her as their last hope, surged into her heart like a tide.
First, disbelief.
Such a massive amount of Power Of Faith, such spontaneous and pure convergence, was rarely heard of even in ancient legends, in the Merfolk Clan's records of the Sea God's glory. What kind of despair would be needed as a fuse, and what kind of faith as fuel, to ignite such a raging fire of faith?
But then, that disbelief melted like ice and snow under the sun, replaced by an unprecedented, calm-as-the-deep-sea yet hot-as-the-earth's-core determination.
This belief was so heavy, carrying the last hope of billions of marine creatures.
This belief was also so warm, giving her strength that transcended pain and limits.
"Everyone..." The Sea Princess's voice was still weak, but it echoed clearly in her own consciousness, carrying a resolute determination, "Have you entrusted your last hope... to me?"
She gently closed her eyes, no longer'seeing,' but using her entire body and mind to feel, accept, and embrace this surging torrent of faith.
"I... have received it."
"This anticipation, this trust, this weight of entrusting all future to me..."
Within the rock wall, her broken delicate body straightened slightly. Although the movement was still difficult, it carried an undeniable firmness.
"I, the Sea Princess, swear by the blood of the Merfolk Clan, by the name of the Ocean's Favored One—"
"I will never let you down!"
"I will never let darkness devour our home!"
"I will never let everyone's anticipation... fall short!"
The silent oath resounded powerfully deep within her soul, resonating most strongly with the surging Power Of Faith around her!
As if responding to her oath, the current of faith that had merely been gently enveloping and nourishing her suddenly became turbulent and active!
They no longer just poured into her body but began to perform a deeper, tighter fusion and construction with her as the core.
More and more specks of faith light converged from all directions, reaching an astonishing peak in speed and density. They swirled, intertwined, and layered, forming an increasingly thick and condensed—
Cocoon of Light.
A giant cocoon of light composed entirely of the purest, most surging Power Of Faith!
The cocoon of light was a perfect oval, glowing with a dreamy interweaving of azure and golden halos. Its surface seemed to have countless tiny runes, representing the prayers of different marine creatures, flickering and appearing and disappearing.
It floated silently before the broken rock wall, replacing the Sea Princess's previous faint aura, emitting a majestic, sacred fluctuation that nurtured infinite vitality.
Inside the cocoon of light, sight could not penetrate, nor could divine sense.
One could only vaguely sense that some kind of unique transformation, beyond mortal comprehension and touching the essence of life and laws, was occurring within.
The Sea Princess's aura had not disappeared; instead, it had completely merged with the entire cocoon of light and with the vast, sea-like torrent of faith, becoming one and indivisible.
Her life form, the essence of her power, and even her connection with this ocean were undergoing a fundamental leap towards a higher level.
The cocoon of light pulsed gently like a heart, accompanied by an ancient and mysterious rhythm. Each pulse caused the seawater within hundreds of miles to undulate, emitting an increasingly strong pressure and sacred aura.
That aura was no longer just powerful; it also carried a sense of inclusiveness, vastness, warmth like a mother's embrace, and a gradually awakening majesty belonging to the ruler of the ocean.
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