Chapter 309: Heavenly Disaster and Storm

The purple fluorescence in his pupils faded, Leiketon frowned slightly, and this coral palace, in the view of the All-Seeing Eye, turned into a brilliant radiance, dazzling to the point of being somewhat glaring.

He turned his head to glance at Sasilier, whose expression remained unchanged, and after pondering, he said:

"This palace itself seems to be equivalent to a special magical item?"

Sasilier looked around and then lightly nodded, saying:

"These corals themselves are products that mutated after absorbing certain traits; when they gather together, some of their characteristics are amplified, making them seem even more miraculous."

As he spoke, layer upon layer of faint shadow welled up from his feet, rippling outward like water waves.

Ding—ling—ding—ling—

The flowing shadows collided with the surrounding coral, bursting forth with a wondrous rhythmic sound, like the rising and falling of a song that joined together.

Leiketon had a vague bad premonition; he slightly raised his hand, and fragments of starlight appeared around him, enveloping him in an attempt to block out those sounds.

But the effect was surprisingly poor; he even felt that the sound echoing in his ears showed no sign of weakening at all.

"Even if we completely isolate our own spirituality while inside this coral palace, we cannot easily avoid these sounds; this is a 'communication' on the spiritual level."

"When we are inside this palace, this 'communication' has already been formed."

Sasilier's voice remained calm, carrying a feeling that immerses body and mind; Leiketon felt that his dazed, lost state caused by the palace's reverberating sounds was somewhat alleviated.

After a brief hesitation, Leiketon extended his left hand forward, making a grasping motion.

A swan was pulled from the void by him, its beak still holding a stalk of nettle; it flapped its wings, broke free from Leiketon's palm, and dropped the nettle stalk in midair.

The nettle fell to the ground, and upon contact with the blue-and-silver-white coral, it quickly took root and merged into it.

Inside the coral palace, the ding-ling echoing sound vanished abruptly, as if a television had been muted.

The palace's walls, floor, and decorations simultaneously twisted and shuddered for a moment; these corals seemed quite unsuited to this soundless state.

Where the shadows manipulated by Sasilier flowed, black illusory things separated out from the coral.

They seemed to be a combination of the coral's inner depraved thoughts and shadows; after forming, they quickly collapsed, dissolving into a patch of gloom, and also stained the surrounding coral with a layer of sticky blackness.

Is this coral palace alive? Or is Sasilier's "depravity" effective not only on living things but also on lifeless dead matter? A flicker of doubt crossed Leiketon's mind, and he curiously observed the palace's subsequent changes.

Those corals stained with a layer of sticky blackness either corroded and broke apart instantly, or became depraved and turned to attack their own kind around them.

The entire coral palace underwent violent shaking, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

The coral clusters forming the palace spread out layer by layer, as if intending to forcibly dismantle the palace and let the deep-sea seawater flood in and submerge everything inside.

A somewhat translucent, fleeting figure appeared beside Sasilier; her ears were slightly pointed, bearing obvious elf features, and her brown eyes stared blankly at the scene before her.

The next moment, she slightly opened her lips and emitted a pleasant sound with a unique rhythm, naturally making people's hearts feel light and joyful.

She seemed to be communicating with the coral that makes up this palace. Leiketon's pupils swirled with purple light as he earnestly observed the changes around him.

The coral that had been spreading out layer by layer suddenly halted its motion, then began to slowly reassemble.

"Gao Xinamu has already transferred his remaining consciousness from here."

Sasilier's voice sounded calmly, and he seemed not surprised by this.

Woo—

Inside the palace, which should have been windless, a rustling wind sound emerged.

As time passed, the sound grew stronger, gradually turning into a terrifying sonic boom, mixed with the wailing of the wind domain.

Leiketon's body instantly turned transparent, becoming a statue formed from countless gathered specks of starlight.

Under the violent impact and tremor, that statue shattered instantly, and brilliant starlight instantly suffused the palace's hall, rising and falling within the gradually forming storm.

Sasilier's body also suddenly turned insubstantial, becoming a surging shadow that rapidly expanded to envelop the entire coral palace.

The specks of starlight floating within the palace swiftly dove into the Spirit Realm, began to reaggregate, and revealed Leiketon's silhouette.

He slightly distanced himself from the Spirit Realm region corresponding to the coral palace; his pupils swirled with purple light, and his gaze easily pierced the Spirit Realm to see the scene in the deep sea.

That coral palace seemed to come alive; its surface became smooth and viscous, like the skin of a marine organism, as some corals continually gathered and spread outward, thickening into tentacle-like forms, with bird-like feathers appearing in the gaps.

In this sea area, electric light continually flashed; the silvery-white radiance dispersed much of the darkness for a time, and even the heavy shadow covering the coral palace became considerably more transparent.

Amidst the sizzling sound of the silver-white electric snakes darting about, there was a faint singing voice with a wonderful rhythm, as if it could soothe all restless things.

As the constantly darting electric snakes slowed their frequency, even the mutation speed of the coral palace eased.

The surrounding seawater began to slowly surge, circling the coral palace; its speed gradually increased, ultimately forming a vortex that firmly imprisoned it.

The shadow covering the coral palace writhed quickly, its color growing ever darker.

In the end, it turned into a stretch of black, viscous, depravity-filled "ocean."

The coral palace's mutated thick tentacles and bird feathers all became coated with a layer of sticky black liquid, gradually dissolving.

The song echoing across the surrounding sea grew ever louder, a pleasant, high-pitched female voice.

The melody she hummed seemed capable of bewitching even the icy seawater and seabed silt, causing these lifeless objects to move according to her will.

As that song grew louder, the expanse of shadow-formed, depravity-laden "ocean" surrounding the area quickly dissipated.

Sasilier, shrouded in a layer of shadow as substantial as matter, stood silently in the seawater, ignoring the swiftly flowing water around him and the terrifying pressure of the deep sea.

As the shadow receded, the coral palace that had been veiled finally revealed its original appearance:

Layers of brightly colored coral stacked together, intricately arranged, swaying gently in rhythm with the water's flow, as if a living thing were breathing.

Over time, specks of azure light emerged from the coral composing the palace, drawn as if by attraction to gather in the same place.

Following those points of light, Leiketon saw the beautiful figure singing there; her form was somewhat illusory and fleeting, yet it blended perfectly and naturally with the surrounding environment, as if it were meant to be.

Gao Xinamu actually integrated that heavenly-disaster trait into the entire coral palace—no wonder, when I earlier used the All-Seeing Eye, I could see nothing; pondering this, Leiketon's gaze drifted toward the distance.

The consciousness of Gao Xinamu fused with that heavenly-disaster trait should probably be considered the main body; I wonder what fate awaits the portion of his consciousness scattered outside—will it be assimilated by this dominant part, or become a completely independent entity?

In less than a minute, the points of light extracted from the coral palace were all merged into Gao Xinamu's consciousness.

His spiritual form, though still illusory, was no longer as fleeting as before; only his gaze remained in a dazed, vacant state.

His hair, tied up in a high bun, hung loose and swayed casually with the water's movement, occasionally streaked with silver-white lightning.

The surrounding seawater was like an extension of His robe, appearing extremely harmonious around her.

Looking at the Gao Xinamu that bore the trait of natural disaster, Lei Kedun felt an inexplicable tightness in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

His premonition had just surfaced when he noticed the herded Gao Xinamu's gaze clear for an instant, and the aura of the Storm Path Angel was unleashed without concealment.

The surrounding seawater instantly churned turbid, and a mighty, angry gaze poured down from the infinite heights.

". Lie Aodeluo."

Sasilier's low voice sounded in Lei Kedun's ear.

Lei Kedun turned his head to look, and Sasilier had at some point also entered the Spirit Realm, coming to stand beside him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Violent thunderous roars echoed across the seabed, thick as water buckets, silver-white bolts of electricity fell from the high heavens, carrying an intensely substantive aura of violent destruction that surged into the sea, enveloping the entire region where the Coral Palace stood.

The spectacle was grand, but it likely couldn't inflict damage in the deep reaches of the Spirit Realm; Lei Kedun muttered silently to himself.

He silently gazed beyond the Spirit Realm, shrouded in black shadow, as the silver-white electricity engulfed everything, submerging all, destroying all!

The Luosi De Archipelago, the 'City of Generosity' Baiyamu.

The Diocesan Bishop of the Sea Wave Church, Qiao Ge Li, gazed solemnly out at the sea:

"Is that. my lord's aura?"

"Who brought down the divine punishment?"

(End of chapter)