At this moment, in front of Ling Hao was an incredible sight. Under the water as clear as the blue sky, there was an area flashing with colorful halos. The light was bright and soft, illuminating the seabed for several kilometers. Bright as day. The sea water was so clear, as clear as air without any impurities and dust. If it weren't for the huge water pressure, Ling Hao would have almost ignored its existence. However, this also gave Ling Hao some illusion about distance. He felt that the bright area on the seabed seemed to be very close to him, but also seemed to be far away. He could not judge how many meters he had to dive to get close to it. .
However, he had no time to be dazed, because the "Mariana Manta Ray" did not stop, and was still circling and diving with him and the water spirit star. The glowing area continued to enlarge in the field of vision. Just now it looked like it was only the size of a basketball court, and then it looked like a standard track and field stadium.
Ling Hao looked at the advanced water pressure gauge on his diving suit. At the moment, the pointer pointed to 10,000 meters, because this was already the upper limit of the water pressure gauge. Obviously, the depth now exceeded 10,000 meters. However, Ling Hao felt that the water pressure did not seem to be as high as his own. So big as imagined. Of course, it's just not as big as imagined. It doesn't mean that the water pressure here is not strong. Ling Hao has already seen the wreckage of a Japanese "Zero" fighter plane from the Second World War on the seabed, which was pressed by the water pressure as if it was packed together. The toothpaste skin is average.
"Look there!" Shui Lingxing's voice sounded in Ling Hao's mind. He looked in the direction of the former's finger. At this moment, the luminous area was as big as several blocks. Although it was still far away, it was clearly visible. I saw flames burning in the middle area.
"Fire? Is it the dragon fire under the sea again?" Ling Hao was shocked and inexplicable.
"It seems the color is a little different, I'm not sure." Shui Lingxing looked solemn.
Ten minutes later, the "Mariana manta rays" finally dived above the luminous area, as if something was attracting them, making them linger here and unwilling to leave. The two of them stopped taking a "hitchhike" and slowly fell towards the glowing area below.
It wasn't until I set foot on the bottom of the sea that I truly realized how big this place was, with an area of at least ten square kilometers. It was a dreamlike place filled with colorful translucent crystals that emitted a soft light. Although they were crystals, they were nothing like crystals. It is as clear and translucent as crystal or gemstone, more like warm jade or soft jelly. The colorful light is intertwined and swaying under the influence of the fluctuation of sea water, making people's vision blurred and their mind in a trance. .
Ling Hao shook his head to calm down his emotions. As a professional habit, he checked his equipment and instruments again. After confirming that there were no problems, he looked around again, and then cast his gaze on the blazing flames in the distance. .
The flame is very eye-catching and can be seen anywhere on this seabed, because the flame burns on a high tower, just like the light on a lighthouse, but this tower is different from any tower Ling Hao has ever seen. The building is completely a standard cone, slender and sharp. The red and black flame is suspended a few inches above the top of the tower, like an extremely huge candle.
The two of them swam towards the tower involuntarily. Ling Hao caught a glimpse of a broken colored crystal block on the ground from the corner of his eye. He picked it up and looked at it carefully. This attracted Shui Lingxing to come over and look at it curiously.
"Can you tell what substance it is?" Shui Lingxing asked.
"The weight is lighter than expected. It shouldn't be stone. It feels like paraffin, but the texture is harder than paraffin." Ling Hao couldn't explain the reason.
"Let me take a look." Shui Lingxing took the colored stone from Ling Hao's hand. "Based on my judgment, this is probably 'combustible ice'."
"Nonsense, isn't combustible ice all milky white? Besides, this thing also emits light. Combustible ice does not have this property."
"Shit! Who guarantees you that flammable ice must be milky white? Combustible ice composed of methane and water is milky white, but there are other flammable gases mixed with water to produce flammable ice. If there are any special elements mixed in Among them, it’s not surprising that it becomes colorful. As for luminescence, it’s even simpler. There are so many elemental substances that can emit light. What’s wrong with the flammable ice containing some?”
"It's far-fetched. What's your basis for saying it's flammable ice?"
"Didn't you see? The tall tower in front of you is made entirely of the material in your hand. It's like a candle burning there. The sea water around the flame is clear, which proves that this kind of burning has no impurity residue or pollution and is not flammable. What is ice?"
"How can flammable ice burn underwater without oxygen and other combustion accelerants?" Ling Hao began to argue for science.
"I think the reason why they can burn underwater is because of their color. This colored and luminous substance is the combustion accelerant that allows these flammable ices to burn underwater." Shui Lingxing argued hard and was full of academic spirit.
"What's the basis? You don't even know what this colored and luminous substance is." Ling Hao's straight man also got cancer, and he really wanted to fight to the end.
Just as the two were having a battle of spirits, as if they had touched some kind of restriction here, the entire area glowed brightly, and these so-called "combustible ice" gradually precipitated a thin layer of sticky substance. Although the substance is liquid, it seems to be insoluble in water, and it just adheres to the surface of the flammable ice.
Shui Lingxing's face changed and he said: "I'm afraid I can't stay here for long. The flammable ice is melting, and it feels like the temperature of the sea water has increased a bit. The fire on the top of the tower is twice as strong as before. I estimate that even if a spark falls, it will This place will all turn into a sea of fire. Let’s go to that high tower and have a look. If we don’t see anything weird, get out of here.”
Not only did Ling Hao not argue this time, he nodded in agreement. The two of them swam in the water at a speed comparable to that of fish. After a few swings of their bodies, they fled hundreds of meters away, and soon they were Arriving at the bottom of the tower.
This tower is far taller than imagined. From a close look, its base is as thick as a dozen people's arms. It is in the shape of an extremely regular, slender cone, nearly two hundred meters high, and stands like a sharp thorn. seabed. What is unbelievable is that it is made entirely of flammable ice. It is definitely built by man. No matter how miraculous nature is, it is impossible to create such a neat thing.
At this moment, the melting speed of all the surrounding combustible ice accelerated. Beside the tower, a circular stone platform emerged from the combustible ice and slowly rose until it was more than one meter above the sea floor. The stone platform was as black as ink and as smooth as a mirror. There were countless dense mysterious dark patterns on it, arranged in a complex and regular manner. When the stone platform finally stopped rising, a small circle of stone rose up in the middle. The platform was repeated in this way, eventually forming a huge altar with five floors.
Ling Hao looked at this magnificent altar in shock. From its appearance, it was impossible to tell what it was used for. He couldn't help but cast a questioning look at Shui Lingxing. The latter shrugged and said: "I only know that this is an altar belonging to the Holy King, but the purpose is unknown, let alone how it is turned on."
Ling Hao pondered for a moment and said: "Maybe only his descendants can open the altar of the Holy King, and the only thing that can prove that I am a descendant of the Holy King is the blood in my body. Why not try my blood to see if it is useful." As he spoke, he took out the "Dragon Arc" and lightly wiped it on his palm, and then pressed his bloody palm on the altar.
Suddenly, the dense patterns on the altar seemed to be activated by some force, suddenly blooming with a faint blue light, and then the light flourished, and gathered in the middle of the altar as if flowing, where a few meters high was formed. The virtual image of the mermaid is like a holographic projection.
This mermaid virtual image has the most beautiful face that Ling Hao has ever seen in his life. Her light blue hair hangs down to her waist like a waterfall. A thin bead chain ties them loosely behind her head. She is wearing a The long white gauze skirt is elegant and slim-fitting, outlining its breathtaking exquisite curves. The fish tail is slender, and the blue scales flash as brightly as stars. She was as beautiful as an immortal in the sky, especially her sapphire eyes, which were as deep as the blue sea and as bright as the cold stars.
The mermaid virtual image looked at Ling Hao as if it had come to life. The corners of its mouth were slightly raised, and the indifferent smile was breathtakingly beautiful. It actually made the latter look crazy, as if he had lost his mind.
"Is this your ancestor?" Ling Hao asked Shui Lingxing beside him, but his eyes never moved away from the virtual image.
Shui Lingxing also looked at the virtual image as if he was lost, and murmured: "No, the statue of the Mermaid King you have seen is not like this. This is the daughter of the Mermaid King, the most beautiful in the legendary mermaid clan. The girl Hai Wenxin is the legendary confidante who has always been with the Holy King."
"Didn't she marry the Holy King?" Ling Hao couldn't understand what kind of relationship the so-called confidante was.
Shui Lingxing glanced at Ling Hao meaningfully and said, "No, the Holy King has a wife. Their relationship is just like you and me. Although we are always together, we are so far away from each other and have never been able to get together."
Ling Hao was silent. This story sounded poignant and beautiful. Maybe many people would pass it on as a good story, but he understood that it was a sin. Not being able to ask for something is bitter, not being able to give is shameful. Being entangled for a lifetime, constantly cutting, and making sense still confusing. , no one can live calmly.
Just when the two of them were silent with their own thoughts, the phantom actually spoke: "The one who can open the ban on this altar must be the descendant of His Majesty the Holy King. My name is Hai Wenxin, and I am by His Majesty's side. Chief Attendant, I know you will have many questions to ask, but I am very sorry. The me in front of you is just a video recorded many years ago. Although you are looking at me now, in fact I may have been dead for a long time. Years have passed. Next, I want you to listen carefully to every word I say. This is related to the death of the Holy King and the life and death of the seven tribes." Ling Hao and Shui Lingxing both widened their eyes after hearing this. Dare to believe your ears. Is there any secret behind the death of the Holy King? This hidden secret can actually affect the life and death of the seven clans? Could it be that the Holy King did not die of natural causes, but was poisoned?
