When the morning sun climbed to the exact center of the firmament, the purple mist in the bay suddenly began to churn violently. The previously calm sea surface boiled like a pot of water, surging with waves several zhang high, their tips flashing with dark blue phosphorescence. Ancient runes carved into the reefs lit up one by one, casting distorted, intertwined light and shadow within the mist.
"Crack—"
A crisp sound echoed from the seabed, as though some primordial seal were coming loose. Cultivators on the shore instinctively took a few steps back as the whirlpool in the center of the sea grew larger and larger, its diameter quickly expanding beyond a hundred zhang. Deep within the whirlpool, a path paved with pale bone steps vaguely appeared, winding toward an unfathomable abyss.
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