He walked along the coast to the reef area he had seen from the lighthouse. Large swathes of strangely runic reefs immediately came into view, and Lin Feng, whose desire to explore had just been aroused, suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

The first thing to hit was a series of rotating tentacles and octopus heads.

"Even the Ring Wars world isn't this terrifying..." Lin Feng frowned. The Ring Wars world had some humanity to it, and with the data support of Ironclad 99, there was basically nothing unknown.

He knows nothing about the island now, and it's difficult for him to immediately find confidence based on only fragmented memories.

"How was the old seal drawn again? I remember those mythical creatures all hated that thing..."

The feeling that mythical creatures had upon seeing the Old Mark was like a human holding a pile of excrement.

Lin Feng sighed. He remembered it as a pentagram, but he couldn't just draw any pentagram.

After dismissing the thought, he raised his head, squinted, and slowly looked at the group of reefs. He completely shut down his spiritual eye and tightly controlled his divine sense, never looking closely at anything his gaze fell upon, only getting a vague general idea.

"There seems to be something..."

Lin Feng's gaze missed the reef and instead saw something with a pointed head emerging from the mist in the distance. Just as he was about to get a better look, a clear, low roar suddenly echoed from the waves on one side.

"Waaaaah..."

The roar shook Lin Feng's mind, causing him to tremble. He turned his head and saw the enormous monster rising from the sea.

A monster resembling a clump of green algae, except that it was entirely composed of tentacles, twitched its tentacles in the mist, parted the seawater, and swam into the depths of the mist.

Lin Feng waited a second, and seeing that the Nightmare Space did not give any prompts, he turned his head and averted his gaze.

Just as he turned back, some indistinct black runes appeared on the empty runic reef, reflected in his eyes one by one, and finally turned into a black, oil-like human figure.

"Human beings."

The dark figure spoke, his voice thick with phlegm, yet he could hear it clearly.

Lin Feng's gaze shifted downwards, and he noticed a seashell stuck in the sand. He naturally bent down to pick it up, and while examining it, he turned and walked away in another direction.

"Human, I know you can see me..." The shadowy figure turned and appeared at the edge of Lin Feng's field of vision.

Lin Feng ignored him, twirling the seashell in his hand, and walked past him: It seems there aren't many gods willing to interact with humans; one likes to hear stories, and the other likes to deceive...

"Human, I can hear your thoughts." The shadowy figure reappeared beside Lin Feng, its entire body pulsating like oil, except when it spoke.

Lin Feng lowered his head and immediately quickened his pace, completely clearing his mind of all thoughts.

"Human, I can grant you all your wishes." The shadowy voice came again, and Lin Feng, his nerves on edge, quickened his pace and turned in the opposite direction from the lighthouse.

"I know you come from another world."

"You're looking for someone."

“New people have appeared in this world.”

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He walked in one breath to the sunken ship on the shore, turned over, and crawled inside.

This is a three-story wooden sailing ship. Dozens of skeletons are buried in the sand in the area where it ran aground. It is shaped like a British warship from the Age of Exploration. The hull is broken in the middle, which looks like it was done by some kind of sea monster.

Lin Feng stepped onto the deck, his footsteps barely making a creaking sound, when a dark figure stood before him under the broken mast.

Obviously, some persistent gods are definitely plotting something... Lin Feng rolled his eyes and directly revealed his thoughts.

The shadowy figure listened, and the black oil flowing around it stopped for a few seconds.

"you..."

Before the shadowy figure could speak, Lin Feng mentally scoffed, "Summoning Cthulhu? To face God, or to face destruction, or to face fear? If you're going to play this big, why not just kill the one who's called the source of chaos? That would be much more exciting."

"hiss..."

The dark figure trembled slightly.

After Lin Feng finished complaining, he casually picked up an iron sword and tapped it on the edge of the ship, circling around it with a rather bored expression: "If I like to spy on other people's thoughts, and I draw an old mark in their hearts, wouldn't that be like feeding this god a mouthful of shit?"

"Humans!"

The shadowy figure spoke menacingly: "You have sensed the destructive divinity within you. Awaken Cthulhu, and you will experience the most primal destruction, allowing your divinity to be elevated!"

"I don't really want to ascend..." Lin Feng muttered to himself, then turned around, grabbed the railing, and jumped off, running wildly back the way he came.

The increase of divinity through destruction lies in the understanding and contact with destruction; simply put, the more destruction one causes, the stronger one's divinity becomes.

The apocalyptic catastrophe he unleashed when he captured Thor had already brought him some growth. If he were to awaken Cthulhu and experience that primal destruction and fear, it would surely strengthen his divinity.

But this may not necessarily be a good thing. Destruction from the Old Gods is not destruction as humans understand it. In the end, it may have sublimated into some kind of indescribable divinity.

"Human, you can't escape!" The dark figure suddenly appeared in front of Lin Feng, like a black dot that had been standing in his sight for a long time, following his footsteps.

A few moments later, Lin Feng ran back to the lighthouse and looked at Lear, who was paralyzed like a dead man under the lighthouse. He couldn't help but glance at the dark figure standing next to him out of the corner of his eye.

This time, the shadowy figure didn't say anything. It simply stood calmly in Lin Feng's line of sight, staring at him with its oil-coated and oil-soaked eyes.

"What did you find?"

Lear spoke slowly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"We didn't find anything." Lin Feng opened his mouth and plunged into the lighthouse.

Upon reaching the second floor of the lighthouse, Lin Feng glanced around but didn't notice the shadowy figure following him. He then casually found a corner to sit down.

The shadowy figure said that new people had arrived...

Lin Feng recalled that sentence in his mind: So, are they people who came after the beacon, or enemies who came from the dimension of the heart?

The shadowy figure will probably go looking for this person, right?

Perhaps we've already come into contact with each other.

And Lear outside will also be manipulated by the shadows to some extent... According to Lear, to leave here, we need to wait for the fog to dissipate, cross that shallow beach, and keep walking.

In the mist, I might suddenly encounter... a gigantic creature resembling seaweed tentacles, which I saw on the sea surface before, or some other unknown entity, but leaving is not on my agenda.

The shadowy figure and the new participant are uncontrollable; allowing them to make contact could very likely...

Lin Feng shook his head slightly. It wasn't impossible, but could the other party really control the situation? Or perhaps they didn't care about the shadowy figure at all, and the shadowy figure might just flip the table...

It is still necessary to establish a preliminary connection with the shadowy figure to bring the unexpected event within a reasonable range.

At least we won't encounter trouble so abruptly.

Lin Feng got up and walked to the top of the lighthouse. After shaking the light a few times, he looked towards the reef in the distance.

There's also a pointed head hidden there...

"I wonder if Wang Lingguan can withstand this level of attack."

Just as he was thinking, a figure flew in from the island. A fairy with an ethereal aura and a blue robe fluttering in the wind flew from the sky toward the lighthouse, stepping on a sword blade.

"There's someone here?"

A questioning voice followed the woman's figure as she slowly descended, stopping in front of the lighthouse.