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Chapter 233 Peeking into the Abyss, Sampling the Roots

Chapter 233 Peeking into the Abyss, Sampling the Roots

The submersible's top cover opened, and Lin Bo's illusory form floated out, landing on the back of a massive baleen whale.

The large fish's thick skin resembled a sea cliff or reef, covered with a dense mass of barnacles.

The mage crouched down and gently stroked the baleen whale's back, reciting the magical creature's true name in animistic language. Then, the fish's skin contracted and writhed, and hundreds of parasitic barnacles fell off, revealing tiny blood holes that had been burrowed into it.

Unlike other filter-feeding barnacles, this species, which specifically parasitizes whales, has evolved to be carnivorous, preferring to suck blood rich in magical substances. Its unique flavor has long been considered by whalers as the finest delicacy of the ocean.

The large fish beneath the mage's feet emitted a light, contented murmur.

After the whale's skin was healed, Lin Bo held its head down and softly recited the animistic language.

"(Incantation) Speak your true name!"

The baleen whale's murmur was interrupted, and it fell into a deep silence, its massive body stiff and motionless.

A short while later, Lin Bo discovered the whale's true name, a polymorphic astral rune, proving that they were indeed magical creatures. This was a natural evolutionary process resulting from the continuous absorption of magical energy from the sea during the species' long evolutionary history.

However, even so, whales do not have the ability to produce magical energy.

It is only through the evolution of their life forms that they possess an immense affinity for magical energy, allowing them to accumulate these miraculous elements within their bodies for extended periods without dissipating.

Compared to those who receive the gift, whales have the advantage of being able to ingest large amounts of magical energy over a long period of time, thus allowing them to advance further on the path of evolution.

While discovering the whale's true name, Lin Bo delved into its mental dimension and examined its memories. This gave him a better idea of ​​the diving route to follow.

The baleen whale, forced to sue, broke free from its silence and swam away, muttering to itself, too frightened to approach the little creature again.

Lin Bo watched it sail away and rejoin its pack. Then he turned back to the submersible, chanting the true name of the steel vessel, which became an extension of his senses.

The resonance power of the third-order Word of Power became even clearer. The powerful crashing of waves against the hull of the submersible, and the gentle tapping of fine water droplets against the cabin walls, brought varying degrees of pressure, all of which were reflected in his mind.

The ballast tanks began to take on water, the hull sank, and the searchlights were turned on. The shallow seawater at night was still full of plankton and nutrients, and the water in the lights seemed to be covered with fine dust.

Captain, sailor, and scientist Lin Bo began to focus on the submersible's various indicators. The computer screen displayed ocean data such as water temperature and salinity collected by the probe.

As we continued to sink, the waves overhead receded, and the brilliance of the stars and moon disappeared.

The clamor that filled the mage's ears faded, replaced by the calls of whales, the hum of ocean-going ships' engines, the muffled thuds of currents lapping against the hulls, and the turbulent flow of schools of fish whipping their tails. These ancient whispers of the language seemed faint to the dragons.

It can be said that the sea is quiet, just like the stratosphere of the atmosphere. Behind all the minor noises lies the whisper of the ancient ocean itself, only it is so slow and gentle that it is as inconspicuous as background noise.

Lin Bo focused his mind, but still couldn't catch the complete words; the dragon's whispers in the ocean were like a long sigh from the coastline.

He had imagined how to discover the true name of the ocean. He would spread hundreds of thousands of microphones across tens of thousands of hectares of sea, like a giant's ear immersed in water, collecting the sounds of the vast ocean so that they could be heard clearly.

Otherwise, we'll just have to wait for an underwater volcano to erupt or a major earthquake to shake this massive body of water, and the sound it makes will be loud enough.

The same applies to the voice of the earth; either use detectors to assist, or wait for a natural disaster.

A moment later, he gave up chasing the sound of the ocean. By this time, the submarine had descended to a depth of more than 200 meters, and the water temperature had dropped sharply. Since sunlight could hardly reach this place, it did not support photosynthesis, and the number of plankton had decreased sharply. As a result, other marine animals were also hard to find.

The area illuminated by the searchlight was completely empty, the water was clean and clear, and the water pressure of more than one hundred atmospheres caused the submersible's outer shell to deform slightly, making a creaking sound.

The whispers of all things in the sea, barely audible, grew ever more silent.

We continued our slow descent, time flowing by peacefully.

When the depth exceeds one thousand meters, you officially enter the atheist zone. The darkness is profound, as if the world had never been conceived.

The submersible was like a luminous speck of dust in the night.

A vast expanse stretches out above and below.

The deep ocean currents flowed slowly and quietly, and the huge metal sphere looked like a piece of seaweed in the colorless and lightless water.

As the submersible plunged into the deep ocean currents, Lin Bo vaguely heard the dragon's language spoken by the ocean. It was still long, but slightly clearer, faint and indistinct, like a dream.

Dive. Advance towards the bottom of the ocean in the dark silence.

It took half an hour to go from a depth of 1,000 to 1,900 meters.

The mage used magic to enhance the steel, and even as the water pressure continued to increase, the hull remained sturdy and strong. He gazed out the window, but the beam of the high-powered searchlight did not touch any reflective objects; the light seemed powerless, as if it had been swallowed up by the darkness.

Two kilometers deep.

Near the top of the mid-ocean ridge.

As if in an instant, a faint commotion arose from the distant, silent, and lightless sea.

An anglerfish with a small, ethereal blue lantern on its head swam past the window, looking rather dazed. In the distance, a swarm of deep blue jellyfish swayed, their luminous forms dazzlingly beautiful.

The creatures here all seem to possess magical energy, emitting a familiar, eerie blue glow. Their food source lies below—piercing through the despairing seawater, soft, bright magical energy surges forth, and the clamor of dragon language fills the mage's ears with a grand roar.

Looking down from the window, a massive number of luminous floating objects converged into a long, narrow, ribbon-like patch of azure sky, with no visible beginning or end. This radiant ribbon of light enveloped an area of ​​several hundred meters above the mid-ocean ridge.

The sudden appearance of such a magnificent and radiant glowing layer in this terrifying abyss felt like reaching the edge of another planet.

The magical kingdom in the sea is now in sight.

A chorus of whales groaned. Long, massive black shadows appeared around the submersible, their spindle-shaped bodies upright, tail fins swaying, as they rapidly descended, bathed in the eerie blue light of magical energy.

Lin Bo looked around and identified the various species, including humpback whales, gray whales, blue whales, right whales, sperm whales, and killer whales, all of different shapes and sizes, as they all headed towards the sea and sky.

From time to time, whales would linger around the submersible, peering at humans through the observation window and emitting puzzled and curious calls.

“There’s a little guy,” the blue whale said slowly.

"Ah, it's so small, with long fins, so cute!" the orca exclaimed excitedly.

"It has such a big shell." The sperm whale curiously patted the submersible, making a banging sound.

"Don't frighten it," the right whale warned.

“I will protect it.” A humpback whale shielded the submersible beneath its body, pressing its soft belly against it.

The sorcerer piloted the submersible to continue its descent, with humpback whales following closely behind.

Arriving at the gathering area of ​​the bioluminescent plankton, brilliant light shone through the window, like the midday sky. Lin Bo squinted and looked closely. The bioluminescent creature was a kind of anemone-like cnidarian, only the size of a Go stone, drifting carefree.

Deep-sea fish devour their prey, baleen whales open their mouths to swallow hundreds of thousands of magical anemones, while toothed whales fight and tear at the giant squid that roam here.

The scene of a lively, unrestrained, and noisy hunting expedition is as the fish that have entered this place are like dark clouds, engulfing patches of magical anemones and slowly fading their ethereal blue glow.

In a few days, this marine wonder will disappear completely.

However, the magical anemones will not perish, because what they release are their daughters. Their mature forms take root in the volcanic zone of the mid-ocean ridge like trees, absorbing nutrients from the hydrothermal fluids.

Every winter, the Magical Sea Anemones reach their peak breeding season, projecting their offspring into the cool waters above to avoid being destroyed by the volcanic heat.

The cyclical changes in food sources are the truth behind the great whale migration.

Lin Bo steered the submersible to continue its descent. As they approached the volcanic zone, the seawater temperature rose dramatically, but the submersible, empowered by magic, remained unaffected, methodically collecting water and soil samples and excavating living magical anemones. The data collected by the probe scrolled and refreshed on the computer screen.

All objectives for this trip were successfully achieved in one go.

The humpback whale followed the creature all the way to the vicinity of the volcanic zone, curiously observing its every move, watching the strange spherical shell sink to the vicinity of the molten lava flow, and then slowly return. This was a spectacle the whale had never witnessed in its entire life.

Lin Bo did not linger and floated straight up. To prevent accidents caused by violent fluctuations in water pressure, he deliberately controlled his speed.

By the time we reached sea level, the sun was already peeking out in the southeast, and the world was bright.

The whales returned one after another, having eaten their fill, and lingered near the surface of the water.

The monk emerged from the submarine and looked around. This was probably the best opportunity for him to learn the true names of the various whales. If he missed the great migration, he would have to wait until next winter.

He flew to the whale's back, first cleaning the vampire vines clinging to its skin, then chanting a spell to force it to reveal its name.

The cries echoed all around, and the whales, hearing that a little creature had come to help dig out barnacles, excitedly gathered around, waiting for the lighthouse keeper's attentive service.

After discovering the true names of the various whales, Lin Bo did not leave but stayed to treat the ailments of the large fish visitors.

The sea monsters circled the pristine white submersible, forming a massive whirlpool, their deep roars and jet streams reverberating through the water and atmosphere.

The sailors on the whaling ship raised their binoculars and witnessed the strange sight of a swarm of whales gathering, and were too horrified to approach.

A new type of radio, manufactured in Hongdu, was installed on a large ship. At this time, it used telegraph codes to send messages to the ship owner and merchants on land to report the anomaly.

On the third floor of the lighthouse, the prototype radio transmitter crackled with the signal from a whaling ship.

Lin Bo glanced sideways, listening to the conversation between the captain and the ship owner. He learned that the whaling ship would not return empty-handed, and he could only sigh softly.

To end whaling, especially for an industrial system like the Kening Empire that is highly dependent on whale oil, it is necessary to find a cheaper alternative, then persuade the higher-ups to legislate a ban.

Lin Bo removed the barnacles from the last whale, then used illusion magic to transform the submersible into an iron shuttle, which flew back towards the shore.

Not long after, the radio on the whaling ship sent out a new message: someone had witnessed an unidentified flying object in the center of the whale whirlpool.

The news was received by radio stations across most of the planet's surface, and even radio users on the far-off continent of Bountiful were amazed by it.

Lin Bo patiently waited for the submersible to return fully loaded, while the prototype radio in front of him emitted an increasingly loud and clear echo.

(End of this chapter)

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