Amid a series of bone deformation sounds and rising black smoke, twelve symmetrical black limbs spread and grew again, the pitch-black bone armor gradually covered the body surface, and the sharp bone spurs like blades flashed a bloody cold light - Shirley once again returned to the form of a dark demon.

She was adapting to how to control her two forms at an astonishing speed, and was becoming more and more adept at controlling this body. The whole process was not so much about "learning" from scratch, but more like this knowledge had already been deeply ingrained in her mind and limbs, and now she was just gradually "recalling" it.

After slightly moving the limbs behind her that helped her walk, and moving her hands and feet, Shirley nodded with satisfaction: "In such a haunted place, this still makes me feel a little more at ease."

Agou raised his head and looked at Shirley, who was now much taller than him. Then his body was suddenly covered by a swirling cloud of smoke and dust, as if it was melting, shrinking and merging into the shadow beside Shirley.

Duncan watched the scene silently from the side. After Shirley's form stabilized, he stepped forward and said, "I thought you would resist your demonic body. After all, such a drastic transformation is a very...challenging thing for ordinary people."

"We're already in the Deep Sea, and you still care whether it looks good or not?" Shirley poked the stone on the ground with the limbs behind her, and said indifferently, "I'm a...how do you say that word? Oh, I'm a 'pragmatist' - first make sure I can live safely, and then consider whether I can live well. In my opinion, there's nothing wrong with this demon body. It's very powerful and can withstand attacks. It's very useful in the Deep Sea. If I have to say there is a disadvantage, it's that it will uncontrollably absorb the remains of dead demons. Evil...I still feel a little disgusted when I think about it..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a dog head popped out from the shadows under her feet: "...Actually, I think it tastes pretty good - Shirley, you really don't want to try the bone I brought you?"

Shirley said without hesitation: "No, it's unpalatable!"

Duncan watched this scene silently, and finally a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Then all we have to do next is to find the 'Saint Lord of the Deep'," he said, bringing the topic back to the point. "There are countless floating islands all over this place, and the scale of the entire space is far beyond our initial expectations. Agou, can you confirm where we are?"

The dog head emerged from the shadows again. Agou looked around carefully and nodded to the captain: "This should be the upper layer of the desolate ring - the area closest to the 'starry sky'. If I am right, we need to go 'down'."

Duncan looked curious: "Down?"

Agou nodded, then talked to Shirley, and came to the border of the broken wasteland, looking down at the boundless chaos and darkness below.

In the endless void below the floating island, the chaotic and dim starlight became increasingly faint, and vaguely one could see more floating islands floating in disorder in the darkness. However, at the bottom of all the darkness, one could vaguely see something else... flickering with a faint light.

At first, Duncan thought it was another "starry sky" hanging upside down at the bottom of the deep sea, but he soon realized that those faint spots of light were the faintly flickering lights on the surface of some incredibly large structure.

Those faint points of light that were almost shrouded in darkness were arranged in the distance, vaguely outlining winding branches and a "trunk" located in the center of all the branches. The lights on the trunk were a little denser and appeared to be slowly moving like a living thing.

Duncan stood at the edge of the broken earth, quietly staring at the dim and dense spots of light. He couldn't judge how far it was from here to below, nor could he judge how big the "entity" behind the light spots was, but just with such a rough observation, he could imagine what kind of behemoth it was.

"That is the Lord of the Deep - the 'mother' of all demons, and the destination of demons after death," Agou said in the shadows, with a hint of inexplicable emotion in his voice, "At the bottom of all the broken islands, His limbs spread to the end of the entire Deep Sea. The visible physical part alone is equivalent to dozens or hundreds of city-states, and the invisible part - the ends of those tentacles, they pierce the 'bottom' of the Deep Sea and extend into the subspace. They cannot be calculated or judged by any language that conforms to mathematical logic.

"Every second, countless demonic matrixes are spawned in the dark abyss. They are like light smoke, riding on irregular invisible winds to leave the 'bottom' and being sent to the floating islands above through a series of discontinuous space faults. They devour each other and in the process turn into various entities, and then fight endlessly. The dead demons turn into smoke and mud again, and after a short or long journey, they return to the abyss below and are absorbed by the Holy Lord. This cycle repeats over and over again.

"I have escaped from this cycle... but this has little impact on the entire Deep Sea. The cycle of devouring demons will not stop, and the 'operation' of the 'Holy Lord' will never end."

Duncan listened to Agou's story quietly without saying a word. He nodded slightly after the other party finished speaking and said, "Then we just need to go down?"

"That's the problem. It's not easy to go down here," Agou raised his head from the shadows and looked into Duncan's eyes. "Do you remember that there is a very strange and difficult 'feature' in the deep sea?"

"...You mean the space is discontinuous?" Duncan thought for a moment. "I remember we talked about this before. In the deep sea, 'reaching' from one place to another is a very uncertain thing. The direction and distance here are completely random. But we didn't feel this problem while we were walking along the way."

"This is because we are on an island. Within the scope of a single floating island, space still follows the continuous structure we are familiar with. But if we leave these islands..."

As Agou spoke, he walked out from the shadows, picked up a piece of gravel nearby, picked it up, and threw it far into the vast darkness outside the floating island.

The rubble disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye - as soon as it left the floating island two or three meters away, it disappeared out of thin air.

Alice stared at the direction where the stone disappeared with wide eyes. After several seconds, she couldn't help but ask: "Where did the stone go?"

"I don't know. Anyway, there is only a small chance that it is 'falling down'," Agou shook his head. "Up, down, left, right, front, back, any direction, any distance, any landing point. It may be falling from the starry sky, or it may have hit the head of some unlucky demon. Of course, it may also fall directly on the Lord of the Deep. This is how entities move in the 'nothingness' area between floating islands, completely randomly."

Duncan frowned: "...So those 'cycles' you just mentioned, the 'cycles' of the demons between the floating island and the Lord, are also random in this way?"

"Yes," Agou nodded, "Everything is based on uncertainty - a demon born from the Holy Lord may take hundreds of years to gain a physical body on a floating island, and the remains of a demon killed by its own kind and thrown into the void may have to 'fall' in the darkness for a thousand years before reaching the deepest part of the abyss. This 'fall' may be in any direction..."

As it spoke, it raised its head and looked at the dark starry sky above it.

"And considering the scale of the Deep Abyss and the endless number of demons, we can even suspect that some of the demon matrix that was originally differentiated from the Deep Saint is still floating in the darkness and has not yet acquired a physical body. And among the demons that died in the earliest battles, some are still "falling" in the darkness for ten thousand years and have not yet fallen to the bottom - this is all very likely."

Uncertain, discontinuous, and a "chaotic cycle" system based on a huge number of random events...

How weird!

Duncan frowned, and based on Agou's description, he sketched out a completely counterintuitive world "order" in his mind, and said thoughtfully: "...But the Lost Hometown once smashed straight through the deep sea."

"Yes, so this is the most terrifying thing." The green flames in Agou's eyes shrank slightly. "In fact, compared to being killed by a ball of fire falling from the sky, the fact that something could fall from above and then land at the bottom shocked the demons in the deep sea more. Demons have no minds, but at least they can live in this chaotic land by instinct. The appearance of the Lost Homeland completely violates the "rules" here. This incomprehensible, unreasonable, and law-breaking "phenomenon" is the reason why many demons went crazy on the spot."

Agou paused, his tone was particularly serious: "Do you understand what I mean? For the Deep Sea, 'an object can fall from above to below, and the falling process is true every time'. This is a matter of course in the real world, but it is 'indescribable' here. The fall of the Lost Homeland here is not just as simple as destroying a few islands and killing tens of thousands of demons. It 'pierced' the order of the Deep Sea itself."

Duncan thought for a moment: "...In other words, for the sake of the physical and mental health of the demons here, I'd better not do anything like 'falling' here?"

"It's not for the demons' physical and mental health - their lifestyle isn't very healthy anyway," Agou shook his head, "it's for the 'health' of the Deep Sea. This place is already not very stable. If you hit it again, it might really leak."

Duncan stroked his chin and remained silent for a while.

Just as he was trying to think about how to solve the problem of the discontinuity of space outside the floating island and how to reach the "bottom" where the Holy Lord of the Deep was, he suddenly felt someone pulling his arm.

He turned his head and saw Alice's beautiful big eyes.

The puppet raised its hand and handed a black object to him: "Captain! Stone!"

Duncan was stunned, his expression was a little subtle: "Um, Alice, now is not the time..."

He suddenly stopped.

The stone in Alice's hand...is the one that Agou threw just now!