Gathering up the material that littered the floor, Eleazar turned again and looked coldly into the depths of the mountain of metal trash.
The deep-diver who never came out until the beginning.
In the sight of Evil Perception, it emanated a transcendentally active light that blazed brighter than anyone had ever seen before.
Carrying his silver sword and poking through the piles of metal debris, Eleazar soon found a damp passageway, dark and twisting, that led to the very center of the shipwrecked ruined island.
Stepping into the passage, he became one with the shadows.
The nasal cavity is full of wastewater and rust intertwined with the stench of rot, the head dripping down the droplets of brownish yellow stink, smeared with a fine powder, no light in front of the eyes, ears silent, only from time to time splash down the droplets of water in the dead silence of the channel echoed.
Rumor had it that there was also an old siren living in the depths of the ruined island, and those who dared to go in and disturb it ended up with none of them coming out.
And that old siren that all the mutant crews feared was a true transcendental creature.
The Naga, an intelligent race that once ruled the entire Rune Sea!
Witcher, who pushed open the iron door, looked in shock at the brightly lit wizard's lab.
And the Naga that somehow survived the Battle of Seamount.
Even though it was so old that it couldn't even stand, leaning on a broken trident converted into a staff, its transcendent fluctuations were as weak as a candle in the wind.
But this ancient species that survived the Golden Age is an incredible miracle in itself.
The old naga slowly turned around and gazed with ancient eyes at the uninvited guest who had snuck in.
"It's a human Transcendent, ah, it's already rare..."
The Witcher, whose fingers were slowly firing and gripping the hilt of his sword, locked onto his opponent's entire body with a relentless perceptual sight, ready to detonate the sterling silver at the slightest notice of any transcendent power disturbance.
Humans and non-humans, in general, don't have much to talk about.
"You people don't usually come to places like this, what---do you want to cross the Whirlpool Sea too?"
Those ancient eyes seemed to have seen through everything.
Eleazar was silent for a moment, slowly lowering his threatening silver sword and leaning it tip down in front of his body, his hands absently pressing down on the butt.
"You have a way to cross the sea?"
"I've been thinking about this solution for a full two hundred years."
The old Naga looked at him and scoffed to himself, "Even as a Sea Race I don't have the means to cross that sea, on the contrary, you humans, I've seen countless big steel ships fly through the sky in these hundred years."
It then corrected its tone.
"I don't have any valuable material here, and even if I did, it's pretty much decayed, so if you want to fight, I'll play along, but if you're here to find a way out of the Watari Sea - please, put away that impolite look."
After a moment of silence, Eleazar averted his eyes and turned his head to the various studies in the Transcendence Lab.
"So have you found a way to cross the sea?"
Seeing that he had come up with a cooperative attitude, the old Naga smiled slightly. "Do you know how all the void creatures travel through the world?"
It answered back.
"Is there any connection to the crossing of the sea?"
"Of course I have!"
The old naga turned and leaned on his staff towards the bookshelf, rummaging through the records of his experiments.
That back figure didn't seem to have the slightest defense, and Eleazar subconsciously gripped the butt of the sword in his hand.
"Space spells aren't for everyone, but summoning creatures of the void was something most spellcasters had studied at one time or another!"
Halfway through the day, the old naga finally found the information.
Looking at the pages of lab reports that were handed to him, Eleazar reached out his left hand to take them, and switched it around again, his afterglow alerting the other man as his eyes quickly swept towards the contents of the pages.
"You want to make a starboundary leap like the Void creatures?"
After a long time, Eleazar, who had been watching intently, looked up with a slight frown.
"I can't read these theories of yours, but I do know that a mortal body can't flow through the mother river of the void."
"You still think you're mortal?"
The old naga's eyes were filled with sarcasm as he talked about the relevant areas.
"From the moment you drank the magic potion, regardless of whether you succeeded or not, you have become a carrier of Transcendence, theoretically speaking, the Void Mother River is also just another Transcendence system, you're right, indeed, lower-ordered Transcendence systems can't resist higher-ordered Transcendence systems, the difference is only that how long can you hold on to it..."
Eleazar looks thoughtful for a moment.
"As long as the detachment is completed before it is completely swallowed by the Mother River of Void, it will be considered a successful relocation..."
"That's right!"
The old naga smiled in relief.
"Seeing as you're a rank with a longsword, you seem a lot smarter than those one-dimensional knights."
Eleazar continues to ask questions along these lines:
"How long will it last in the mother river of emptiness?"
"Theoretically, it's just 10 seconds..."
"Where are the coordinates?"
"That's it."
The old naga leaned on the trident in his hand that had only one side fork left.
"This is the sacred artifact of our Sea Clan, even after it was broken by you humans, it is still a sacred object that holds the beliefs of our entire Sea Clan, what---are you afraid?"
Eleazar then asked, "How do we work together?"
"You go and get a fine star core..."
The old Naga said dispiritedly, "I have all the other materials here, and I'm only missing the star core to open the stargate, but I've been waiting for so many years, and I've never come across anyone who carries that kind of material."
"Fifty years..."
It raised its head and slowly said, "I can still hold out for another fifty years, so if you really want to go over there but can't take one of those iron ships that fly for personal reasons, then bring a star core over here, and I'll pin you along for the ride."
Eleazar asked, at last, gripping the chest space crystal:
"What was your purpose in the past?"
The old naga leaned on his cane and said in a low voice:
"It's just to get back to the hometown that I can never go back to, that's all..."
...
Eleazar was silent for a long time, slowly taking out the only star core he had.
"Is this quality of star core enough for you to open the stargate?"
"It's..."
The old naga's eyes glazed over and her hands couldn't help but tremble.
"Enough, definitely enough, wait - Dark Eclipse Marker? You're from the Shadow Council!?"
Not waiting for the hesitant Eleazar to react, it hastily reaches out and takes the container.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I don't ask about you, we're just cooperating to cross the sea, I won't live much longer anyway, your business has nothing to do with me."
Eleazar asked silently as he watched its trembling hands fish the star core out of the container:
"The average person wouldn't know about that organization, what you are."
"I used to be the High Priestess of the Sea Clan, my name... Forget it, you don't have to think about it, I'm dying anyway."
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