Late at night, the blackness of the Forbidden Sea grew even deeper. Using the naked eye, it was impossible to see more than a foot or two before everything was swallowed by inky darkness. Stretch out your hand and you would have a hard time seeing your fingers.1

It was similar with the temperature. As night fell, the wind over the sea grew colder, screaming between the sea and the heaven as it blew northward. The cold wind carried a fishy smell, plus something rotten and decayed, almost like a sick old person with one foot in the grave, whose every exhalation contained an aura of death. That aura swirled about, combining with the cries of various unknown sea beasts. The night was full of mystery and fear.0

It was the same with the dark currents under the surface of the water. They were more violent than they were during the daytime. On the surface, they gave birth to huge waves. Under the surface, they created numerous powerful vortexes. Over the countless years that had passed, nights were always like this on the seafloor. No one knew why the whirlpools formed. They only knew that they were essentially a natural occurrence in the Forbidden Sea. It happened that way over and over again, seemingly without end.2

At the moment, a whirlpool rumbled through a particular area, kicking up silt to reveal numerous marine trenches that were almost like...0