Now that Xuanxi was an envoy, her true form split from the corpsefish.

“You’re… from the North Sea water spirits?” The flood of her memories and experiences astonished Lu Yun.

North Sea water spirits were very much different from the monster spirits that currently inhabited the sea. The former had long since vanished, their ancestral home taken over by the latter.

He turned to the bronze outer-coffin. Clearly, his new envoy knew who the burial vessel contained. Back in the day, she’d willingly walked into Wayfarer’s scheme in order to pass down instructions for the ritual to revive the one within.

“Yes, master. I am one of the shark spirits of the North Sea. I was the princess’ close subordinate, once upon a time.” The watery envoy quietly lowered her head. “She was the very first Dusk River God, but died in a fight with the terrible restriction...