The voice came again.
Tang Xian felt more awake. It was as if the voice had invigorated his will.
"The person he's waiting for?"
Tang Xian realized that he couldn't hold on much longer and would soon enter a dormant state due to the lack of bodily functions.
He began to think hard about the meaning of this voice.
Before long, a third voice came, followed by the fourth, the fifth, the sixth…
These voices were like that of a tireless farmer, continuously tilling the barren field.
"This must be the voice of the Sea God. I can hear it, but I can't respond! Damn it!"
Tang Xian wanted to break through the stomach of the great creature, only to find that his body no longer obeyed him.
It was as if every other part of his body no longer belonged to him, with only the brain and a few scattered threads of consciousness being held together by the sheer will to survive.
This sea seemed capable of sinking one's soul as well.
