Core of the Sea of Oblivion.
In the dark center of the Sea of Oblivion, the massive skinless Long is slowly circling Zhang Rongfang, continuously crawling, speaking words persuading him to activate the passage together.
Its voice is sometimes gentle, sometimes resounding powerfully, sometimes like a family member able to evoke resonance, full of strong persuasiveness.
Zhang Rongfang stands at the center, his wings slowly flapping, lost in thought.
The sky grows darker; the Sea of Oblivion never has sunlight shining upon it, only a faint glow from Taoyuan projecting downwards, extremely hazy.
But such glow fluctuates with the gray-black mist steaming from the sea surface.
Periodically, innumerable gray-black giant hands fly out from the sea, forming a tide-like impact, rushing upwards.
These densely packed black hands seem to want to grasp something, uselessly waving upward repeatedly.
