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The Changyuan Trench, ten thousand meters below, lies in silence.
A gigantic blue light pillar rises up, piercing the dark seawater above.
The sunken ancient city, spanning several miles, is enveloped in a faint blue light.
Collapsed stone columns, statues covered with seaweed, and various relics left by ancient civilizations reveal their weathered contours.
At the source of the light pillar, at the edge of the volcano, Fang Cheng sits cross-legged.
As his comprehension of the Inner World concludes, the phenomena flowing around him begin to converge.
Fang Cheng slowly opens his eyes, and a fleeting glimmer of gold passes deep within his profound pupils.
At the moment he opens his eyes, a tremendous aura sweeps outward with an air-buzzing resonance.
Near the volcano's mouth, Merfolk guards holding spears instantly freeze in place.
Their bodies, covered in blue-gray scales, tremble uncontrollably, their weapons clattering down onto the hard basalt.
