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The Devil's Sea, known as the graveyard of ships and the cemetery of sailors, has swallowed countless vessels from ancient times to the present.
On the vast ocean surface, it resembles a vibrant green prairie, stretching endlessly in all directions.
In the distance, floating on the green expanse are fragments of wood—remnants of ancient sailing ships. Now, only a few remain, most having decayed or sunk to the seabed.
In ancient times, sailing ships relied solely on ocean currents and sea breezes to navigate. However, this area is perpetually calm, a rare windless zone that is an absolute forbidden ground for sailing vessels.
Once caught in its grasp, a ship would be ensnared by seaweed, much like an insect trapped in a spider's web, unable to escape. After exhausting their fresh water and food supplies, all would meet their demise here.
Thus, the Devil's Sea is also referred to as the Sea of Devil's Algae, home to countless legends of blood-sucking Demon Algae.
Suddenly, beneath the tranquil surface of the green seaweed, a massive object emerged, pushing aside the surrounding algae as it leaped from beneath the water.
Upon closer inspection, this vessel was enveloped in thick steel. If Xiar were present, he would immediately recognize it as a submarine!
However, it appeared much bulkier than the Aqua Star, resembling a portly figure with a protruding belly rather than a sleek and slender design.
Even more bizarrely, this submarine measured over fifty meters in length but lacked exhaust ports and showed no signs of the steam engines typical of its era. It was entirely out of place with the technological standards of its time.
At that moment, the hatch opened, releasing a powerful gust of wind as it began to exchange air.
Two men emerged, walking effortlessly on the smooth surface of the submarine. They stood at one end, gazing out over the endless Sea of Devil's Algae.
The leader wore a black mask and donned dark attire that obscured his features; only his cold and emotionless eyes were visible.
The other man was clad in chainmail, his imposing physique striking fear into those who beheld him. He carried two massive axes on his back.
The leader held a large, yellow-brown scale the size of a basin in his hand and gently tapped it, producing a crisp sound. "One Ultimate Form, a fallen Third-Level Spirit Master. Clearly related to the disaster that occurred with Morent. Unfortunately, we don't have time to track them down; otherwise, capturing a Third-Level Spirit Master would be enough to negotiate with those people."
"Captain, what do Hancock and the others want to discuss with us?" the burly man asked respectfully, bending slightly.
"I'm not sure. It’s probably just about dividing territories and warning us not to overstep," the leader replied calmly. "Alright, let’s hurry back. We can't afford any issues at our base."
"Those people are simply too arrogant. Why don’t we..." The burly man drew his massive axe, filled with intense killing intent.
The axe was nearly two meters long, taller than most people, but the burly man was no ordinary individual; standing close to three meters tall, he could wield this heavy weapon with ease.
"Shut up. Even if we raised a Sea Monster, it wouldn't be enough against those people. Especially that one; the divine tree they possess is not something we can provoke!" the leader scolded as he turned and entered the submarine.
"The divine tree... that Great Banyan Tree is incredibly powerful, occupying such a vast area," the burly man scratched his head and squeezed inside, shutting the hatch tightly behind him.
The submarine slowly descended, navigating beneath the endless green plains, treating the terrifying Devil's Sea as if it were their own backyard.
The seaweed that had been pushed aside gradually spread out again under the violent waves, covering this area but remaining much sparser than elsewhere.
…………
On a rocky shore, Xiar hurriedly jumped off the boat and walked into the vast forest of rocks.
Roar~!
A giant beast stepped out from thin air, its golden mane flowing in the wind. Its massive body, five meters long, lunged toward him in an instant.
However, it did not attack; instead, it lowered its front limbs to the ground and rubbed against his waist while emitting a loud purring sound that was more deafening than even the loudest human snorer.
"Alright, get up and step aside. Let me see what you've brought back." Xiar reached out and patted its massive head.
The Hunting Lion, a terrifying killer of the Totem Beast, now appeared before him like a docile kitten—provided one ignored its colossal size!
Xiar jumped over its front paws and walked toward the triangular corner, where a human lay quietly.
The Hunting Lion stood up, its enormous body blending into the surroundings, and in an instant, it vanished again, transforming into a faint shadow that silently stood guard nearby.
Xiar crouched down in front of the person lying there, reaching out to check his heartbeat and breathing. "Hmm, he's quite damaged. He needs some recovery."
The man before him was about two meters tall, with a muscular build reminiscent of a Terminator warrior, but his eyes were tightly shut, and his breath was very weak.
More concerning was the barely perceptible mental fluctuation he emitted, as if he were on the brink of death yet somehow holding on.
This was the Clone Body that the Hunting Lion had retrieved from the laboratory—Leslie's Clone Body!
The Clone Body had been carried by the Hunting Lion across thousands of miles to reach this location.
If it weren't for the soul connection between them, the Hunting Lion would not have been able to find Xiar with such precision over such a long distance.
"Well done," Xiar said as he gave a light pat to his invisible pet, offering simple encouragement.
The Half Totem was still considered a living creature and fundamentally different from a Common Totem; they needed to hunt for their own food.
Fortunately, the soul connection proved reliable enough to allow this Ultimate Form Half Totem to brave the elements and rush all the way here.
Purple light flickered in Xiar's eyes as a gray seed quietly formed in his palm, covered with a layer of fine scales—it was the Source Energy Parasitic Seed.
After Leslie's self-detonation, Xiar was astonished to find that the icon on the Attribute Panel had not disappeared; it had merely dimmed significantly.
At the same time, a grayish-white radiance flowed into his forehead, merging with the Skill Icon on the Attribute Panel.
In a hurried glance, Xiar discovered that it contained Leslie's soul!
Source Energy Parasitism—what was being parasitized was the soul, not the body!
In other words, as long as he provided a suitable body for the other party, he could be resurrected!
What could be more suitable than the Clone Body of the individual?
"Then, Awaken, my warrior!"
The seed fell into the other’s mouth and instantly burst forth with a blinding gray light, completely enveloping him.
Crack! Crack!
Strange sounds rose and fell in succession, like seeds cracking open and sprouting roots.
After a while, the other slowly opened his eyes, rose from the ground, and knelt before him!
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