Chapter 44: The Evil God Beneath the Deep Sea

In the depths of the ocean lies boundless darkness and profundity.

Buried in the sea are countless pasts, accessible only to those resilient enough to face absurdity and distorted truths with unwavering spirit.

Miss Vilyric descends deeper into the ocean, everything she sees and feels along the way is almost shocking.

【Ghosts】 inhabit the deep sea; their bodies are decayed and ruined, yet forcefully pieced together by some external power, turning them into pitiful prisoners who cannot escape eternally.

There are too many, far surpassing the total number of beings in the entire Emerald Sea Region; those who once invaded the islands of the sea are but a drop in the bucket compared to this place.

But they cannot leave the 【Ghost Sea】, nor are they allowed to possess their own will.

They are the forgotten past, buried corpses.

This strange place named 【Ghost Sea】, regarded as an uncharted graveyard of the sea by countless, now opens its mysterious veil before the eyes of the Priestess.

Golden 【Light】 descends into the deep sea.

So glaring, it starkly contrasts with the surrounding eternal darkness, yet countless 【Ghosts】 seem to ignore it, merely writhing aimlessly in the water with tentacle-formed bodies.

What… exactly is this?

Generations of divine realms have shattered, buried bones, and the unresolved grievances littered in the 【Ghost Sea】, where the peaceful and serene sunlight of the Emerald Sea Region seems surreal at this moment.

Miss Vilyric does not understand the reason for His actions.

The great evil god from the deep sea, now known by people as the Sea Goddess Vail, reveals its true face.

“Deep Sea Evil God Oktaviel…”

As she softly utters the true name she heard from the Life Goddess, beneath the illuminated sea bed of the Ghost Sea, Miss Vilyric sees that terrifying divine form.

Like a giant serpent, yet expanded a hundredfold, its tentacles stretch over ten zhang in width and disappear into the unseen; they climb upon the ocean floor, layering upon themselves, resembling the root system of trees, almost covering the entire visible area.

They writhe as if rooted beneath the deep sea, draining everything from this ocean as parasites, each massive tentacle adorned with countless moving, peculiar eyeballs; the unsettling sight could almost make someone with a fear of clusters faint on the spot.

These are all part of the body extending from the great evil god Oktaviel; the god uses its tentacles to encircle a vast domain in the ocean, confining the beings within from escaping, thus creating the so-called 【Ghost Sea】 above the tentacles.

The evil god’s realm, closed off as the 【Emerald Sea Region】, came from this origin.

“Gururururururu…”

At the moment the evil god’s true name is uttered, all the tentacles writhing densely beneath the sea bed, thousands upon countless eyes, almost all focus upon the slowly descending golden light in the sea; they seem to observe, seem to scrutinize, yet also… appear as hollow shells without will.

They do not take any substantial action, nor do they suddenly attack the girl within the golden light.

Because they are merely part of the evil god’s body.

Miss Vilyric knows this is not the gaze of the evil god itself; according to Rashid, its will has sunk into a deep slumber for some greater plan, which is why the 【realm】 has not descended into extinction in the past five years, maintaining a safe status until now.

Thus, that Willipol King dares to contact another deity he worships secretly, attempting to trip this evil god.

So… the 【Ghosts】 that should have remained sleeping in the deep sea are driven by certain powers to break away from their original cluster, rising to the surface to launch attacks on the beings of the Emerald Sea Region.

Like a territory suddenly losing its lord’s restraint, all manner of creatures that once dared not show themselves now emerge one after another.

The key to this lies in the interference from the power of another deity, which is the source of the 【Book of Truth】 held by Willipol and Rashid Bachiri, the former archenemy of the great evil god Oktaviel — the 【God of Truth, Surs Te】.

Miss Vilyric’s journey isn’t to seek the great evil god for accountability in its slumber; she truly seeks this 【God of Truth】, the core of the mysteries of this sea region, with even more critical aspects resting upon the latter.

He also resides in the 【Ghost Sea】, and just below this royal relic, at least “a part” does.

Because this was once the sunken site of another 【royal court】, and the Merman Tribe evidently had a deep connection with that 【God of Truth】 in the past; this is also why Willipol chose to hold the ceremony here, not merely by chance.

“Woo~~!!!”

A massive shadow a thousand meters away slowly drifts overhead, sweeping aside countless ghostly forms like rootless floating weeds, a resounding whale call resonates through the water, as if sending out a unique, melodious signal.

That is the Pirate King’s ship, Master of the Sea, known as the Azure Giant Whale named Ahei.

The Azure Giant Whale once was one of the followers of the 【God of Truth】.

Due to the 【Book of Truth】 inside it, this still youthful mythic bloodline awakens further, becoming the key for it to freely enter and exit the 【Ghost Sea】, helping the Priestess illuminate what should be elusive and hard to pursue — the traces left by the god.

“Buzz~~~”

A faint resonance reverberates from deep beneath the sea, captured by the divine aura the girl constantly emanates.

“This feeling… is it in the ocean?”

With white wings flapping, under the protection of the 【Feather Garment · Glarya】 that naturally parts the water, Miss Vilyric continues to descend deeper.

Speaking of which, this is already her second plunge into such a depth of ten thousand meters.

Compared to piloting Noah’s Ark, with a large crew aboard, this time, the Priestess does not use any magic to resist the pressure of the deep sea; the 【Feather Garment · Glarya】, while lacking the bewildering and extraordinary powers of other artifacts, provides silent and practical protection.

Just the baseline immunity to damage it offers already exceeds the normal upper limit of 【Radiant Protection】 defense; the ability to ignore all negative effects within the immunity threshold brings extraordinary convenience in many situations.

Even now, the terrifying water pressure that should deform iron balls around her is entirely blocked by this artifact, requiring Miss Vilyric to do nothing extra.

However, the dazzling golden light illuminating the radius of several hundred meters is not the power of the Feather Garment, nor is it a deliberate display by the Priestess, but rather a result of the active state of the 【Divine Spark】.

The divine spark resists some indescribable conceptual power in this deep sea.

That is probably the reason why no one can leave the 【Ghost Sea】 alive — the extreme terror of 【Distortion】; if the aura emitted by those mentally polluted beings merely makes the space within a certain range sticky, then in the ten-thousand-meter-deep sea, it’s likely that instant entry for any ordinary creature would forcibly twist and mutate its soul along with its body into a mad monster.

Undoubtedly, that belongs to divine power; judging by the direction of those distorted ghosts, it seems to stem from the influence of the great evil god Oktaviel… yet Miss Vilyric feels something is off.

Because in Xi Fu Lin’s descriptions, there seems to be a significant discrepancy between the authority of the great sea evil god and the creepy effects like this mental pollution; instead, it feels more like…

The law of 【Truth】.

“Hmm, it should be around here somewhere?”

Once she lands on the sea bed of the deep ocean, Miss Vilyric casually steps onto one of the massive tentacle’s surface, somewhat disgusted as she endures the slightly sticky feedback, meanwhile ignoring the myriad of peculiar eyeballs that are tightly watching her, and takes out her staff, beginning to tap it on the ground beneath her.

She is not worried that such contact will awaken the great evil god.

Firstly, that guy has already fallen into a deep slumber at a critical moment; for it, such touch probably feels less than a speck of dust landing on its hand; unless it’s an attack that genuinely threatens its true body or life, otherwise, it should be fine no matter how things unfold.

Of course, the most critical reason is — the Priestess is not afraid of Him at all! ~

   

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