A vast underwater space, surrounded by transparent waters, with corpses floating everywhere,
yet due to the lower water temperature, their bodies are well-preserved. Their expressions are serene, so serene that it feels as if they've merely fallen into a deep slumber…
Zhou Xuan's divine soul stood at the bottom of the sinkhole, using his perception to envelop the corpses, subsequently condensing in his mind an image—a map pinpointing the precise locations of all the corpses.
Once the map had formed in his mind, Zhou Xuan ascended again in his day trip, reaching the shore. His soul did not manifest visibly but silently transmitted his voice to Si Yuer.
"Yu Er."
"Brother Zhou?" Si Yuer was intimately familiar with Zhou Xuan's voice; hearing just two syllables was enough for her to determine his presence by her side.
