The two sat in silence by their tent, their gazes fixed on the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore, lost in their thoughts.
Early the next morning, as soon as the first light touched the horizon, Luo Yu and Gu Mo entered the sea from a secluded spot. With the water-repellent pearl in Luo Yu's palm spinning, the sea water miraculously parted to both sides, revealing a clear path into the open ocean. They stepped forward, and as they did, the sea behind them seamlessly closed, returning to its undisturbed state. Gradually, they ventured deeper and deeper. Initially, the morning light still managed to pierce the surface, illuminating the seabed. However, as they descended further, all visibility vanished, replaced by a profound, pitch-black darkness – a realm where sunlight could not penetrate. The deepest parts of the sea were imbued with an undeniably mysterious aura.
