Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 310 (Chapter 309) The Name of the Sea and the Nation

When the True Word Transformation Technique was upgraded, Lin Bo stood on a remote and isolated island reef.

His walk covered a wide area. Today, he traveled with a dark cloud that thundered in the summer. Gazing at the electromagnetic glow of the cloud above, which bloomed like clusters of white flowers, he felt as if he were watching a giant jellyfish glowing in the sea. Unconsciously, he stepped onto the beach, his feet treading on the waves, and gradually reached the open sea.

Since the lighthouse apprentices built huts along the Cape Trail and began receiving visiting patients, Linbo's days have become much quieter.

Sometimes he'd be back in a few hours, and other times he'd be gone for most of the day.

That means he went too far. Breaking the sound barrier with his body, surveying the vast ocean, he could see the entire archipelago in a single day, so he could settle anywhere.

Lv3 Mantra of Transfiguration allows him to transform into a colossal creature, encompassing all stages of a creature's life cycle.

The monk uttered the blue whale's true name, and then his body leaped forward and soared into the air. The outline of his form became blurred, transforming into a rapidly expanding dark blue cloud, instantly growing from a tiny human body into a towering whale.

The surrounding air was violently repelled, emitting a howling sound. Thunder roared in the summer sky. Lin Bo, in his blue whale form, slammed his jaws against the water's surface, his heavy, massive body plunging into the ocean, creating waves as big as hills.

He descended beneath the surface of the sea, and a torrential downpour began. The tiny ripples on the water above his head seemed to the blue whale like dust motes tapping against a long window. The surrounding seawater brushed against his skin, and the sounds of ocean currents, schools of fish, ships, and underwater volcanoes mingled and blended into his ears.

Each of these sound waves spoke a different language. Lin Bo endured the whale's natural instincts and accepted the sounds of all things with the silence of a true master.

Having unlocked the True Name Echo trait, he was able to maintain his mind during transformations, and the forged spirit was unaffected by the physical changes. As a result, after transforming into different creatures, the new sensory experiences allowed him to hear many sounds he had never noticed before.

The world that beasts, birds, and fish know and perceive is different from that of humans.

The blue whale heard low-frequency sounds within a diameter of hundreds or thousands of kilometers.

Beneath the light and noisy Gudorei language of these natural things, a deeper and more distant resonance faintly emerges.

Lin Bo finally heard clearly the voice of the dragon of the vast ocean, for whales are the offspring and relatives of the sea, the overlords and kings of the fish.

The ocean affectionately tells the blue whale where to find food, where to seek shelter from storms, and which ocean current to follow to find its kind, like a mother's gentle nagging. This love is unbiased; if the little fish could hear the ocean's voice, they too would receive meticulous care.

The mage spoke powerful dragon language through his soul, which shook tens of millions of cubic meters of seawater.

"(Incantation) Speak your true name!"

His magical power expanded exponentially, surging and spreading outwards. Wherever it passed, the sea waves fell silent, as if an invisible hand had pressed down on the water's surface, preventing even the slightest ripple from being disturbed.

Lin Bo repeatedly ordered the name to be revealed, his spirit seemingly burning.

After transforming into a blue whale, the mage's immortal form was concealed behind a veil of illusion, like a pond covered by cloth, but the magical energy stored within the cells flowed out along the spirit, like a conduit connecting the true body and the incarnation.

The surging magical energy continuously transformed into incantation power, which then spread along with the dragon language incantations.

Within the whale's perception range, the waters within a radius of one thousand kilometers become eerily silent.

The water was calm; even a storm at sea could not stir up waves, nor could a downpour create ripples.

The underwater world was silent. The bubbles exhaled by the fish dissolved into the water, the roar of the ship's engine and propeller could not stir up the tide, the surging hydrothermal vents of the mid-ocean ridge, and the impact of sharks hunting and tearing each other apart—all were silenced. The sonar signal was blank.

The immense power of the world's oceans shattered the silence within two hundred milliseconds, but the incantation's command did not cease. Again and again, the sorcerer, with the voice of his soul, commanded the ocean dragon to be silent, and it had no choice but to remain silent.

Each interval lasted less than two hundred milliseconds, allowing Lin Bo to perceive the true name of the sea. This was too short for a biological brain that relied on neurotransmitters to transmit information, but it was long enough for a spirit.

He gradually felt the ocean's restless tremors, which, in the mage's serpentine state, transformed into a magnificent true name rune.

A moment later, Lin Bo regained his true form and rose from the water. He now knew the true name of the sea.

Summer downpours washed away the sea salt from his clothes, and lightning bolts streaked through the clouds, displaying magnificent electromagnetic patterns. Lin Bo admired them silently for a moment before setting off on his return journey.

It's summer in the Northern Hemisphere. The outdoor temperature in the Sail Islands, which are located in a mid-to-high latitude maritime climate, is not very high, but the humidity is very high, so it is quite humid and hot indoors.

In this unsettling weather, news of unrest suddenly broke from the bountiful continent: a powerful nobleman was assassinated and died on the spot. This man was the crown prince of a powerful land power, which, under the pretext of counter-terrorism and self-defense, launched an invasion, igniting a war between the two major land powers.

War has come. In this time of rampant disease, when the economies of various countries have been hit hard and severely damaged, war to seize more overseas colonies is the best reason for those in power to boost the economy.

No one could have imagined that the spread of this war would involve such a wide area.

The dragons of destiny, however, sensed the impending calamity that the human race was about to create.

At night, the miraculous figure of the Miracle Walker is projected into the magic eye pendants hanging in churches throughout the Sail Islands. People in every household retain the habit of praying at night, and when they look out of their windows at the location of the church, they can vaguely glimpse a tall figure under the moonlight.

Lin Bo's true form sat on the third floor of the lighthouse, gazing at the dense array of communication crystal spheres on the wall, watching over every corner of the empire.

He heard the whispers of dragons merging into a unified sound.

"War is coming, my dear. Apes will take each other's lives with fire-breathing steel tubes, devour health with bitter stench, and scorch flesh with flames. They will die in droves, like flour milled in a mill. This fire will scorch us, our fellow humans. Dragons will lose their true names, for the last living person in the house will be slaughtered."

"War, do not let it burn, King of Dragons. My dear King of Dragons, grant me my true name, so that I may know who I am. In this chaotic future, mighty dragons can protect the people and allow them to find light in their suffering."

Lin Bo incorporated all the sights he saw of this land and the history he heard the dragons tell into his mental field, refining it in the pool of magical power, and finally obtained a dragon language rune.

He spoke his secret name to the humid sea breeze of the night.

"(Magic language) Knin."

The dragons let out a satisfied sigh, and they gathered together as if being conceived anew in an egg.

Lin Bo could no longer hear any sounds from the Celestial Dragons. They seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Tonight, the whole world is busy with the war between the two great powers on the continent of Bountiful. Some countries are eager to get involved and grab a share of the spoils in the feast of dividing the world, while others are shaken and fearful, and are hurriedly forming alliances to find allies and backers.

At noon the next day, the emperor of the Kening Empire issued a public proclamation stating that the lives of the people of this country belonged to the Miracle Walkers, and that mortals had no right to throw them into the flames of war; they would not participate in any form of war.

It was at this time that a new ideology was born and became the consensus of the entire empire, and the Lighthouse Mage heard a familiar voice again.

"Did you miss me, my dear?" The newly hatched dragon, Kening, chuckled gently in his ear.

(End of this chapter)