Chapter 891: Chapter 143: In a Daze (Extra for Alliance Hierarch, Passerby-Jun who is adding soy sauce)
Gao, swamps and rivers.
Jie, everything.
To see all is to know all, and to know all is to be omnipotent.
Wherever there is water flow, Gao Jie knows everything.
Wherever there is water flow, Gao Jie can do anything.
This was what he emphasized and what he needed the world to remember.
Cang means the "granary" of water, a storehouse that nourishes countless beings.
However, the Cang Sea, despite its beautiful name, is not at all pleasant.
Perhaps a very long and ancient time ago it was, but at least in the eras with written records, it has always been so harsh.
Yes, harsh is exactly the right word to describe it.
Perhaps it is more fitting to describe it this way—the Cang Sea is indeed the "granary" of water, but the countless beings living there are, in fact, the food of the Cang Sea.
The Cang Sea is like a greedy giant beast, devouring the lives of innumerable creatures.
Frequent soul-eroding tsunamis, the irregularly appearing Eternal Darkness Maelstrom, the world-ending thunder that sweeps across thousands of miles as soon as it appears...
Too many dangers.
Although the Cang Sea is boundless and can carry countless beings, the places where one can live in peace are few and far between.
The Sea Clan has never stopped exploring the Cang Sea, yet often they can’t find a new pure land even across hundreds or thousands of years.
So why, despite the difficulty in reproducing and a far lower potential for warfare compared to the Human Race, is the Sea Clan so eager for war in the Lost World?
Because they are desperate to return to the real world!
And because... the Cang Sea doesn’t have that many resources, dying in the Lost World is still more worthwhile than dying in the Cang Sea.
In the deepest part of a certain sea area, lies a long mountain range.
But the occasional rise and fall inform bystanders that this isn’t a still mountain range but some kind of colossal living thing.
Upon closer observation, or perhaps only then one realizes, it should be a dragon, for its form is so elongated, with horns at the peak and a tail at the far end.
However, it is so different from those dragons that exist within the stories of the real world.
Not to mention the ferocious bony spurs along its body, or the two long whiskers with the edge of a sword blade.
Just take the scales—the places that should be scales are shockingly eyes with vertical pupils!
The whites of the eyes are pitch-black instead, the pupils are blood-colored diagonal lines crossing.
These vertical-pupil eyes, scattered across the dragon’s body, some open, some shut, continuously more eyes growing out.
He is Gao Jie.
He has not moved from this spot for many years.
Because beneath his mountainous body, there lies a huge Eternal Darkness Maelstrom.
Should he leave, within a territory of ten thousand miles, all living beings would immediately be devoured.
This is the largest Eternal Darkness Maelstrom discovered by the Sea Clan in nearly ten thousand years.
Because this sea area is one of the rare habitats of the Sea Clan, a flourishing land for them.
Gao Jie suppresses it with his own body to keep it existing.
Over the years, this sea area has become even more prosperous. Few Sea Clans know that if Gao Jie were to turn over one day, they would all perish.
The soul self-destruction of a soldier-level Sea Clan in the Lost World, the agony of a commander-level Sea Clan upon the End of the World Platform of the Near Sea Archipelago, he saw it all.
But he made no response.
He had to deal with countless pieces of information at all times, and these two were insignificant.
Only the fate of that commander-level Sea Clan seemed somewhat peculiar; he was about to spare a thought to watch, but regretfully it was swiftly snuffed out.
Wondering who among his acquaintances it could be, he thought this with one-millionth of his attention.
But soon even that thought was put to another use. For it didn’t matter who it was, in the harsh environment of the sea, the Sea Clan had far too many important matters to attend to. Every thought of his was extremely precious.
The future of the Sea Clan...
There seemed to be a voice saying—"The future of the Sea Clan..."
But that voice was too distant now.
Gao Jie took a long breath, creating a chain of huge bubbles.
Unaware of how many years had passed in a daze.
...
...
Though it’s said that without reaching the Outer Building one should not venture out to sea, the army stationed in the Lost World couldn’t possibly all be Outer Tower Cultivators.
To protect themselves, the soldiers formed military formations, with a few powerful Outer Building cultivators leading the way, ensuring they would not lose their path. Of course, if they were unfortunate enough to get lost, that would just be their bad luck.
Jiang Wang had been waiting near the outskirts of the Floating Island for nearly two days and nights, and Granny Bizhu was very patient, never making an appearance. Or perhaps she had chosen not to wait near the Floating Island and had gone directly to hunt the Sea Clan.
But it didn’t matter, even if it was the latter possibility, she, being of the External Building Environment, needed to return to the Floating Island to recover. With the protection of starlight, an Outer Building Environment cultivator could resist alienation for a longer period. He didn’t know how long Granny Bizhu could last, but it was certainly longer than him.
During the time spent waiting in ambush, many distracting thoughts arose. For instance, whether Granny Bizhu had already left, whether this waiting had any meaning, how much longer Zhu Bijing could endure on the End of the World Platform...
Jiang Wang struck down each of these thoughts in turn.
He believed strongly that he had made the best choice and that all that remained was to leave it to Heavenly Will. When making any decision, it was most detrimental to be indecisive.
A patient wait, a resolute wait.
Just cultivate quietly; just work hard in silence.
Every bit of strength gained increased the possibility of victory.
The speed at which the three thousand Hidden Snakes were exploring the Inner Mansion was quite impressive.
Before the end of the second long night of waiting approached,
a black Hidden Snake suddenly started swimming frantically around the corner of a wall in a room extended from the Inner Mansion, clearly agitated.
Jiang Wang’s consciousness descended directly through this Hidden Snake, coming into contact with a new secret treasure.
It was not the first Secret Treasure he had found in the second Inner Mansion.
Secret Wind Chasing.
The effect was to increase one’s speed by ten percent including both agility and striking speed, lasting for a quarter of an hour.
Still, it was not the Secret Treasure he most desired. With the second treasure, he actually still wanted something related to the fire element.
Better to focus on one powerful weapon than to moderately strengthen all. Rather than enhancing a little bit of everything, it was preferable to max out the fire-element’s killing power. If one could unleash a Flame Flower Burning City like Zuo Guanglie, why would they need any other Dao Techniques as support?
The previous times he had passed on choosing a treasure were for this reason.
But this time he didn’t hesitate to take control. With the great battle imminent, seeking perfection would only delay him. Any addition to his fighting strength was valuable. Moreover, the effects of Secret Wind Chasing were excellent, very suitable for combat.
In these two days, he had taken control of seventeen more sea beasts. But altogether, he controlled only forty-four. Some of them had been casually slain by Human Race cultivators emerging from the Floating Island. Others had been killed by passing Sea Clan members.
Jiang Wang did not intervene to stop them. If they were killed, so be it.
He had chosen a range too vast to cover every position by himself. He could only select the routes the human cultivators were most likely to take based on his observations and then use the perspective of these giant sea beasts to help with surveillance.
Even so, he couldn’t guarantee that he would definitely spot Granny Bizhu.
Fortunately, most Floating Island monks traveled in groups, only he and Granny Bizhu had come on this mission to redeem themselves from sin, so it was impossible for anyone to help them. With Wei Xun’s order in place, no one would dare to do so.
He just needed to focus on the lone cultivators, which undoubtedly greatly narrowed the range.
The one thing Jiang Wang could be certain of was that the old devotee surely wanted to kill him and seize his treasure. She was willing to sacrifice the young followers she had raised from childhood to snatch resources; now that she had to start over, it made no sense not to target him, a lucrative prize.
This was his reason for persevering in the ambush.
As man plots for the tiger’s hide, the tiger too schemes against the man.
It remains to be seen who skins whom or whom the tiger devours.
