Crossing the lengthy seafloor canyon was like crossing a dark tunnel. The deeper they went into the canyon, the wider the sides expanded, with the high walls of the gorge disappearing into the distant seawater. Shrouded in dark water all around, it seemed as though they were in a void. Only the luminescent path composed of corals and phosphorescent algae existed, like a bridge in the void, piercing through the vast darkness, and diving into another vast darkness.
As they advanced along the seafloor canyon, the coral trees used as road lights became denser, and the light grew brighter. The seaweeds growing on the coral trees gradually diminished, and the fishes shuttling between seaweeds became fewer. The surrounding environment became solemn bit by bit, allowing the first-time visitors to gradually feel the majesty of the deity.
"It's getting brighter," Catherine said in a low voice, "Does that mean we're getting closer to the Storm God Temple?"
