Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Lin Chen was also stunned when he saw this scene.

Wasn't Tang Xiaoran in seclusion? Didn't Zi Ling say it would take a long time? How come she's out already, and even chatting with Anna?

The two quickly spotted Lin Chen, their eyes lit up, and they got up and walked over.

Tang Xiaoran skipped over excitedly, grabbed Lin Chen's arm, and smiled broadly, like a little pet seeing its owner: "Brother Lin, you're here!"

Anna followed behind, her pace neither hurried nor slow. The coldness and heroic spirit on her face had largely faded, replaced by an unusual restraint.

She gave a slight bow and said softly, "Hello, Mr. Lin."

Lin Chen gently ruffled Tang Xiaoran's hair; it felt smooth to the touch, indicating that she hadn't been staying up late recently.

He smiled and said, "Weren't you in seclusion? Has your cultivation technique improved?"

Tang Xiaoran's smile vanished, and she shook her head dejectedly. She released his arm and twisted her fingers, looking down at him. "No... I haven't made much progress lately. I think it might be because my level is too low, and I can't sense many deeper things."

"So I plan to improve my cultivation level first, and then continue my research after I break through."

Lin Chen nodded, smiled, and patted her shoulder: "No rush, just do your best. Cultivation techniques can't be rushed."

Hearing Lin Chen's words, Tang Xiaoran felt a warmth in her heart and asked, "By the way, how are Xiaoya and Sister Yun doing now?"

Lin Chen frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "It should be nothing, right? I haven't seen them for over a month."

Tang Xiaoran blinked curiously: "Haven't seen you in so long? Brother Lin, what's been going on with you lately?"

Lin Chen nodded, his tone calm: "Yes, something happened."

The two women pricked up their ears.

"I'm in Antarctica right now."

"Antarctica?" Tang Xiaoran exclaimed, her eyes widening. "What are you doing in Antarctica...?"

Anna didn't speak, but leaned forward slightly, clearly waiting for what was to come.

Lin Chen didn't keep them in suspense and briefly recounted his encounter with the Deep Ones.

The story covers everything from a chance encounter in an Antarctic sea cave to the experiences and origins of deep-sea divers.

He spoke concisely, but he covered everything that needed to be said.

After hearing this, the two women exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

"Aliens..." Tang Xiaoran murmured, pinching her cheek. "Am I dreaming? There are aliens on Earth, and they even came hundreds of thousands of years ago?"

Anna, however, grasped another key point, her voice slightly tense: "Mr. Lin, how long until their spaceship is repaired?"

Lin Chen glanced at her, somewhat speechless. This woman, so afraid of being found by the gods now? She's lost all the courage she had when she helped him escape?

"According to them, they will work as fast as possible and will definitely be able to finish the repairs before the gods arrive."

Upon hearing this, Anna's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

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The next morning, Lin Chen left the Creation Pearl and reappeared in the stone chamber.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Lin Chen stepped forward and opened the door.

Polney stood outside the door. He had changed into a clean sea monster skin coat and combed his hair, making him look much more energetic.

Upon seeing Lin Chen, he first grinned, then said in broken Mandarin, "Hello."

The pronunciation was a bit stiff; "ni" was pronounced in the third tone, but "hao" was drawn out to the fourth tone, sounding like "ni hao".

But Lin Chen understood.

After finishing speaking, Polney felt embarrassed and quickly added with his mental power, "Mr. Lin, I'm just starting out, so please forgive me if my pronunciation is inaccurate."

"You've learned very quickly." Lin Chen smiled and waved his hand. "Are all the warriors of your tribe ready?"

Polney nodded, then turned and led the way.

Soon, the two arrived at the square.

Three hundred deep-sea divers were already lined up.

They wore dark sea monster leather armor, with bone daggers at their waists, and stood upright in a well-organized formation.

No one whispered or looked around; only amber eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

Zera stood at the front of the group, giving a speech.

Dorje stood beside him, his back straight, the scales on his arms gleaming a deep blue in the green light of the moss.

Seeing Lin Chen approach, Zera stopped lecturing, turned around, and the seriousness on her face instantly melted away, replaced by a gentle smile.

"Mr. Lin, these are the warriors selected from my tribe to accompany you on your campaign."

He gestured to the three hundred men in front of him, then looked up at Polni, his tone tinged with reluctance, "Polni will also lead a team to accompany you on your expedition."

Lin Chen nodded, his gaze sweeping over each young and weathered face.

"Then let's not delay and set off," Lin Chen said. He turned to Zera, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Chief Zera, farewell."

Zera nodded, then suddenly took a deep breath and shouted a phrase in the language of the Deep Ones to the warriors of his tribe.

The sound was like a booming bell, reverberating throughout the underground dome.

The three hundred warriors raised their heads at the same time and responded in unison, their voices like a tidal wave, causing the moss on the cave walls to tremble slightly.

The group then began moving out of the cave.

The footsteps were orderly, like the beating of drums, striking the silent cave that had stood for 300,000 years.

The stone chambers above the plaza, the corridors, and even the higher rock wall recesses were now filled with deep-sea divers, some of whom were women and children sobbing.

Zera followed the group to the side, only stopping when they reached the top of the spiral staircase.

Polni suddenly stopped. He turned around, faced Zera, bent his knees, and knelt down.

His forehead pressed against the cold steps, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He spoke a string of words in the language of the Deep Ones, his voice choked with emotion, broken and intermittent, as if saying goodbye, or perhaps making a promise.

Dorje stood to the side, his shoulders trembling as he watched his younger brother set off for battle.

Lin Chen stood aside, watching this scene with a sense of helplessness.

He couldn't understand this emotion; in his view, it was just an operation to clear out sea monsters.

The Deep One is only responsible for luring the monsters, while he is responsible for killing them; the danger is almost zero.

Moreover, he provided them with ample supplies, enough for them to eat and use for a long time; in fact, it could be said that he saved their entire tribe.

But these deep-sea divers acted as if it were a matter of life and death.

He didn't understand their language, didn't know what Polni was saying, and was too lazy to ask.

All he knew was that these people had been hiding at the bottom of the sea for 300,000 years and had never left this darkness.

For them, the outside world is not sunshine and hope, but the unknown and fear.

Lin Chen didn't understand this emotion, not because he was indifferent, but because he had killed countless people in the past year and had long been accustomed to farewells and death.

For deep-sea divers, every departure could be a final farewell.

Polney finally stood up and wiped away his tears.

He turned around, reverting to his composed demeanor as the young clan leader, and nodded to Lin Chen: "Mr. Lin, let's go."

Lin Chen didn't say anything more and turned to walk up the spiral staircase.

Three hundred warriors followed behind him, their footsteps becoming firm again.