Not far away, the golden-haired girl hovered calmly above the blood-soaked sea, her posture relaxed, her expression unmistakably bored.
She let out a small sigh.
"Sigh… I got so bored fighting you," she said casually, as if discussing the weather.
"So I removed the barrier that was isolating energy."
She swept her gaze across the ocean, her eyes passing indifferently over the drifting corpses.
"Tsk… tsk…"
"You really are a million-year-old soul beast."
Her tone carried mockery—yet also disappointment.
The Demon Whale King's pupils shrank.
Among the corpses, one body stood out.
A particularly massive Great White Shark lay split open, a horrifying hole torn cleanly through its torso. Its once-majestic aura had completely dissipated.
Xiao Bai.
The leader of the Demon Soul Great White Shark Clan.
Qian Renxue glanced at it briefly.
"Tsk… tsk… even the leader is dead," she murmured.
"Will the Sea God get angry enough to make a move himself, I wonder?"
The Demon Whale King's chest rose and fell heavily as he forced himself to calm down.
"This sea area…" he said slowly, his voice deep and strained,
"is not trespassed by any other species."
His gaze sharpened.
"They appeared here… was this your doing?"
"Was I… under some kind of illusion from the beginning?"
Qian Renxue laughed softly.
"Ah—took you long enough to understand."
Before he could react—Something horrifying happened.
Eyeballs began to grow out of her face.
They forced their way through flawless skin, opening and swiveling unnaturally, each pupil locking onto him with merciless focus.
Yet her smile did not change.It remained gentle and amused.
The Demon Whale King felt a chill colder than the deepest trench crawl through his soul.
Then—She spoke again.
But it was no longer a single voice.
It was an overlapping chorus, male and female, young and ancient, calm and mad—all speaking in perfect unison.
"No..."
"It's not your time to come out."
The pressure released by her in that instant almost crushed him.
In utter shock, he watched as the girl calmly raised her hand and pressed the eyeballs back into her face, one by one, as if tidying something inconvenient.
They vanished and her face returned to perfection.
Yet now—
The Demon Whale King felt as though he were staring at a creature far more terrifying than any god.
His voice trembled as he spoke.
"What… what kind of creature are you?"
"You cannot be human."
Qian Renxue sighed again, clearly uninterested.
"Sigh… I've wasted enough time already," she said lightly.
"Someone might be running here by now."
Before he could respond—She vanished.
The next instant— She appeared directly beside him.
Her hand landed gently on his head.
The Demon Whale King's entire body froze.
It was as if his will had been forcibly seized.
As if something far above his level had casually taken control.
By the time sensation returned—
The terrifying golden-haired girl was gone.
Only the blood-red sea remained.
And the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, trembling in silence, realized—
He had survived.
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Captain John and Cain struggled desperately to keep the ship steady as towering waves slammed against the hull from all directions.
The mast groaned and sails strained violently.
The deck was drenched as seawater poured over it again and again.
Moments ago—
They had witnessed a slaughter.
From afar, they had seen the Deep Sea Demon Whale King erupt from the ocean like an ancient calamity, his overwhelming aura tearing through the sea itself. What followed was not a battle, but an execution.
The Demon Soul Great White Shark Clan—once revered as the guardians of Sea God Island—had been annihilated in mere moments.
Blood dyed the sea.
Even now, fragments of fins and shattered scales floated past the ship.
The sailors stood frozen, faces pale, hands gripping ropes and railings with white-knuckled fear.
"What… what just happened?" someone muttered hoarsely.
Most of them were utterly confused.
They could not understand why the entire Great White Shark Clan had suddenly appeared in this region. The last time they had seen those powerful sea soul beasts was when the ship passed near the waters of Sea God Island.
Yet now—it seemed their entire clan has been slaughtered.
Cain swallowed hard, his throat dry.
"Captain…" he said quietly, his eyes never leaving the blood-stained sea.
"This wasn't supposed to happen."
Captain John did not respond immediately.
His hands tightened around the ship's wheel as another wave rocked the vessel violently. His heart pounded with lingering fear—and confusion.
Then—A calm, familiar voice echoed directly inside their minds.
"Follow the path I have marked on the nautical chart."
Captain John stiffened.
"You will find a new continent in that direction," the voice continued, unhurried.
"It is called the Sun and Moon Continent."
The voice faded as suddenly as it had appeared.
Captain John and Cain spun around instinctively, searching the deck.
They did not find anything, only the whistling wind and the crashing waves, as if the words had been nothing more than a trick of the sea breeze.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then, without exchanging a word, both turned and rushed toward the cabin.
Inside, the nautical chart she had left behind lay neatly spread across the table.
Captain John leaned over it, his hands trembling slightly.
There— A route had been carefully marked.
It bypassed known death zones, avoided ancient sea soul beast territories, and cut through regions no human navigator had ever dared to map.
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(Author notes: What realm of madness is Qian Renxue currently in?
In visionary pathaway it is very hard to discern madness, afterall this pathway rules mind itself . Think the sequence which rules the world with mind goes mad is itself terrifying.)