187: Chapter 184 The Vast Seabed and Disaster

"Choose this."

The reason is simple—although the Sleeping Pendulum's time multiplier is slightly worse than that isolated Bloodline.

But it is a wonder item, not a Bloodline or talent fused into oneself.

Its function is simple, and the risk is low. Moreover, it consumes energy, not lifespan, not Mental Energy, not some messy, random price.

"Consumes energy?" Yang Hang's lips curled slightly.

He sat upon an energy pool of essence, energy, and spirit produced daily by 3.6 billion Fate Platform users; compared to the meager consumption of the Sleeping Pendulum, the energy stored in the River of Causality was almost infinite.

The innermost one-ninth time flow rate of the Sleeping Pendulum—nine days pass in the outside world, and he has spent eighty-one days inside.

Nearly three months.

It is enough for now.

If it is not enough, he can consider that isolated Bloodline at that time.

The two do not conflict.

Perhaps they might even stack.

"Hiss~" Thinking about it this way, fusing an external Bloodline does not seem like such an unacceptable thing after all.

After all, if the effects of the Sleeping Pendulum and the isolated Bloodline can fully stack, that means one day of his seclusion is equivalent to two hundred and sixteen days.

I have to say, Yang Hang was tempted.

Next.

Yang Hang anchored the eighteenth-day treasure chest, precisely controlled by the Power of Causality, and the Gold Tier sunken sea treasure chest materialized.

Open chest.

A palm-sized, bronze-colored pendulum clock lay quietly at the bottom of the chest.

There were no numbers on the clock face, only a slender pendulum with a dark golden sphere hanging at the end.

The surface of the sphere was engraved with extremely fine time patterns, slightly flowing under the light of the Karmic Void Realm.

Store in space.

And then—the nineteenth day.

Yang Hang wanted a talent that enhances the ability to comprehend rules.

He used the nineteenth-day treasure chest to anchor Rule Affinity.

The effect of this talent was as straightforward as it could be—increasing the holder's affinity with all rule-type abilities.

Energy rules, spatial rules, Karma rules... all talents involving the "rule" level would see a significant improvement in comprehension speed and control precision.

There was no need to hesitate; this was an auxiliary talent tailored for him.

Open chest, directional Ability Crystal obtained.

Then the twentieth day.

Yang Hang locked his target on Vector Manipulation.

This was not the pure energy talent he usually chose.

Vector Manipulation was a highly restrictive, specialized talent—only targeting the manipulation of vector-form energy.

Direction, magnitude, decomposition, synthesis.

Precisely because it was specialized, its depth in a single field far exceeded those "jack-of-all-trades" talents that could do "a little bit of everything."

This was the depth Yang Hang wanted.

He did not need another jack-of-all-trades.

He needed a drill to bore into a specific facet of energy rules and dig out deeper things.

Drawing inferences, breaking the surface from a single point.

Open chest. Directional Ability Crystal obtained.

For the twenty-first day's treasure chest, Yang Hang chose Thermal Analysis.

To be precise, it was a three-volume set of knowledge analysis books—《Thermal Analysis: Beginning》, 《Thermal Analysis: Continuation》, 《Thermal Analysis: Transition》.

It was also niche, also a deep excavation of a single field.

Thermal energy is one of the most basic forms of energy expression, from microscopic particle movement to macroscopic stellar combustion, thermal energy is everywhere.

Thoroughly understanding thermal energy is equivalent to opening up a channel at the lowest level of energy rules.

Open chest. Three volumes of analysis books obtained.

The four treasure chests were materialized.

Yang Hang looked at the Sleeping Pendulum, three Ability Crystals, and three volumes of analysis books in his hands, not rushing to use them all.

Greed leads to indigestion.

He only took out the directional Ability Crystal for Rule Affinity and pressed it into his brow.

A gentle, warm power seeped into the depths of his consciousness.

There were no violent changes, no earth-shattering perceptual revolutions.

Just—the moment Yang Hang closed his eyes, he could feel the "rule veins" of the surrounding space becoming clearer.

It was like observing something through a layer of frosted glass, and the glass suddenly became a third thinner.

"Enough! The rest can be done step by step."

Yang Hang opened his eyes and tossed the Vector Manipulation Ability Crystal and the three volumes of Thermal Analysis books into the corner.

The personal enhancement plan had been implemented.

Next, only the Farm Realm remained.

"Alola."

The life ring glowed faintly, and the white model projection condensed.

"Present, Master."

"Two things. First, go to my Fate Platform Divided Soul and apply for temporary karma points and permission to use the Trading Realm. Go to the Karmic Trading Realm and search for and purchase all land vegetable seeds on sale, regardless of type, buy as many as there are. Second, buy all planting-related analysis books, manuals, and knowledge books in the Trading Realm, and learn them all."

"Received. Estimated procurement time is four minutes, learning time is three minutes."

"Go."

The white model projection dissipated.

Yang Hang stood up, stretched his shoulders and neck, stepped to the side of the Houseboat, and looked down at the deep sea surface beneath his feet.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.

The Farm Realm needs a real piece of land.

Beneath the Magic Sea, there are seabeds, mountain ranges, and gentle continental shelves.

What he needed was a seabed that was large enough and flat enough to directly peel the whole thing off the seabed using spatial control and store it in the independent space he had created.

Yang Hang leaped and plunged into the sea.

The power of his Stellar Body made him unaffected by any water pressure in this deep sea.

A depth of tens of thousands of meters was like wading through a small stream to him.

He traveled across the seabed using spatial transition, his Divine Sense sweeping in all directions like a tide.

One seabed after another passed through his perception range.

Mountains rolled continuously, canyons were bottomless, and volcanic craters spewed scorching magma.

Occasionally, there were flat areas, but the area was too small, at most a few hundred thousand square kilometers, and interspersed with gullies.

Not enough.

The scale was too small.

Yang Hang felt that since he was going to do it, he should try to get one as large as possible.

He continued to search.

One hundred thousand li... two hundred thousand li... three hundred thousand li...

At the bottom of the sea tens of thousands of meters deep, light disappeared completely.

Only the faint golden light emitted by his Stellar Body, which he deliberately controlled, illuminated the surrounding few hundred meters.

Countless deep-sea beasts fled in panic, not daring to approach.

Hundreds of thousands of li away.

Yang Hang stopped.

His Divine Sense locked onto a piece of seabed.

Tens of thousands of meters deep, an abnormally neat and flat continental shelf lay quietly there.

Over three million square kilometers, the surface had almost no undulations, as if it had been naturally smoothed by some power.

Yang Hang looked at it with some hesitation.

Was this seabed continent a bit too big?

Did his Farm Realm need one this big?

Or should he take a portion first?

Yang Hang hovered above this seabed, pondered for a moment, and his Divine Sense spread out like a tide, covering the entire continental shelf.

Every inch of ground, every crack, and every rock of the more than three million square kilometers was clearly visible in his perception.

Then, he began to act.

Three spatial operations—spatial division, storage, and expansion—operated simultaneously.

Following a depth of three thousand meters below the surface of the seabed, Yang Hang began to "devour" this entire continental shelf bit by bit, peeling it away from the physical space of the Magic Sea, and storing it into the independent space he was simultaneously opening and expanding.

The seawater turned upside down, like boiling water.

When tens of thousands of square kilometers of seabed plates, three thousand meters thick, were being torn away from the seabed every moment, the chain reaction produced was terrifying.

Seawater poured madly into the huge cavity being formed.

An unprecedented, heaven-shaking tornado rose from the bottom of the sea, tens of thousands of meters deep.

Not one, but hundreds or thousands.

Each was tens of kilometers in diameter, rushing straight from the seabed to the sea surface, shredding everything in its path.

Countless sea beasts fled in panic.

Low-tier ones couldn't react in time and were torn apart directly by the tornado.

Mid-tier ones struggled desperately, most of them buried within it.

High-tier sea beasts managed to escape with their strong physiques, but were also shaken until they bled from their seven orifices.

There were even two super high-tier overlord-level sea beasts—an abyss dragon over forty meters long and a giant sea turtle covered in black shells—affected by this unprovoked disaster.

After struggling for dozens of seconds at a certain distance from the center of the sharpest inner wall of the tornado, they were directly torn into fragments and blood.

Yang Hang was expressionless.

His attention was entirely focused on the precise operation of spatial peeling.

Bit by bit, layer by layer, like cutting a cake with a scalpel.

He couldn't rush.

The volume of over three million square kilometers was too large; even for him, it would take some time.

But while Yang Hang was fully focused on devouring the seabed with space, the sea surface tens of thousands of meters away was quietly undergoing changes.

First, a slight tremor.

Then, surging waves.

Until Yang Hang reached the halfway point of devouring the giant seabed.

It was—monstrous waves.

The closer to the center, the higher the tsunami.

Ten meters, thirty meters, fifty meters—at the highest point, a tsunami wall nearly a hundred meters high rose from the ground, and one giant sea vortex after another swept in all directions with an irresistible force.

Within the range, countless Survivors' Houseboats were like leaves in front of the giant waves.

Yang Hang's Divided Soul received the abnormal alarm transmitted by the Fate Platform Divided Soul—he was stunned for a moment, his Divine Sense instantly retracted from the seabed, and probed toward the sea surface tens of thousands of meters away.

The scene he perceived made his pupils shrink, and he suddenly stopped devouring.

He saw that above the Magic Sea, countless monstrous waves and terrifying deep-sea vortexes were rising.

Countless Houseboats were overturned, torn apart, and swallowed.

Countless Survivors were struggling, screaming, and sinking in the waves.

Yang Hang didn't think for another second.

His body shot out, piercing through ten thousand meters of seawater, and rushed out of the sea surface in a fraction of a second.

The scene before him—between heaven and earth, there were only waves and vortexes left.

The tsunami wall, which had already absorbed the surrounding energy and expanded rapidly to a height of over two hundred meters, surged from all directions to cover everything, accompanied by endless terrifying deep-sea vortexes swallowing everything.

Countless broken wood, wreckage, and—people—floated on the sea surface.

Yang Hang did not hesitate at all, and the next moment he fully activated the Power of Causality.

Regardless of consumption, without holding back!

All the abilities he mastered were unleashed, the River of Causality roared within him, and majestic energy poured out, turning into an invisible force of rules, covering the entire disaster-stricken sea area.

The word "calm" was directly hard-coded into reality.

At this moment, he had no thoughts of saving energy, only the most direct actions, a direct rewrite of reality.

Waves, stop.

Water, calm.

Wind, cease.

2.5 seconds.

From the monstrous waves of nearly a hundred meters to the calm sea surface without a ripple, it only took 2.5 seconds.

Yang Hang hovered in the high sky, gasping for air.

His Divine Sense spread out, perceiving this sea area that had just returned to calm.

Then, he froze.

Severed limbs.

Broken arms.

Incomplete corpses.

Internal organs scattered by seawater.

And those who were alive—those with broken hands and feet, those with gutted bellies, those with their chests pierced by broken wood, those with only half their bodies still struggling in the seawater—

The data from the Fate Platform was synchronized.

Cold numbers.

Death toll: 4,271,856.

Still jumping continuously.

4,271,902.

4,272,015.

They were all Survivors of foreign civilizations in the visitor system.

This sea area was too far from the Yanhuang Civilization gathering area and belonged to the junction of several foreign civilization areas.

In the tens of millions of square kilometers affected, the vast majority were lone wolves of foreign civilizations scattered throughout the Magic Sea.

In the Fate Platform visitor system, the underlying Karma information links of millions of visitor accounts were all severed at this moment, and could no longer transmit any information.

People died, and the transmission of information naturally stopped.

Yang Hang hovered in the air.

For a moment, he remained stunned and motionless.

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