The moment he fell into the sea, Lu Ban was most grateful that he had brought waterproof compressed dry food with him.

This way, if we were to drift on a deserted island, we wouldn't run out of ammunition and food.

In the clear sea, he saw that the huge whale was not coming towards him. It might have simply turned over, just like humans walking on the road without paying attention to the life and death of ants under their feet.

The whale suddenly disappeared into the distance, swimming at a speed no less than that of the swordfish that Lu Ban had seen on TV.

Fortunately, it did not choose to hit the three-masted sailing ship in the distance, but moved to the other side.

Only at this time did Lu Ban see the full picture of the whale.

In fact, it is not appropriate to call it a "whale".

The huge, spindle-shaped body that is hundreds of meters long is only a part of the monster's body.

In the deeper sea, where even sunlight can hardly penetrate, in the sea that was once covered with corals, there lurks a huge monster that is difficult to describe in words. The head of this whale is just one of its tentacle, and there are at least a hundred such tentacles.

Lu Ban even had an illusion that the island was hosted on the body of the monster, which was much larger than the island.

In the dark, pitch-black, deep seabed, some indescribable existence is spying on Song Island from below. In front of them, human creations are just a drop in the ocean.

Lu Ban was floating in the sea and saw those huge tentacles seemed to want to reach up and tie up the three-masted sailing ship.

Just then, a flame burst out from the fog.

The flame was cold and dark blue, giving people a chilling and murderous feeling.

Just like a meteor, it plunged directly into the water and was not extinguished by the sea water. Instead, the flame became more and more intense, illuminating the dark sea.

Lu Ban saw that the flames sank to the bottom of the sea like a flare. Around it, countless strange-looking fish surrounded the flames and flew down to the monster's body that was as tall as a mountain.

The next moment, the sea water became agitated as if it was boiling.

The huge monster suddenly twisted and torn apart like water-soaked paper.

Countless black shadows were like ink, spreading in the sea, but quickly became fuel for the flames. The flames spread in the depths of the ocean. Following those ink-like shadows, scorching waves burst out from the bottom of the sea. Even Lu Ban felt a warm current hitting his face.

There were three cracks on both sides of his neck, and he was greedily absorbing the oxygen in the water. However, Lu Ban always felt that the taste of the water was a little strange, as if it was mixed with some impurities that did not belong to nature.

Lu Ban looked towards the bottom of the sea. Between the complex gullies on the seabed, the flames were still burning fiercely, burning the monster, or rather the remains of the monster. Only then did he realize that it was not a physical monster, but more like an illusion formed by the gathering of some microorganisms.

After surfacing, Lu Ban saw in the distance a small sloop watching the fire from the other side of the shore.

He called out.

The port side of the sailboat flashed for a moment, then it turned slightly and approached Lu Ban.

About ten minutes later, Lu Ban finally returned to the boat.

"You are very lucky to be able to see the Son of God exorcising evil."

In addition to the busy crew, there were three passengers on board.

The clothes they wore were quite Japanese in style, with a left-fronted silk kimono on the upper body and long pants and boots on the lower body. According to the description Lu Ban learned from watching movies, the style was close to that of the Taisho period.

But they don't look like traditional Asians, but more like mixed-race. One of the young women has short dark gray hair, which is particularly eye-catching.

“Am I lucky?”

Lu Ban didn't quite understand. He was just rowing the boat and looking at the scenery, and suddenly the boat was overturned and fell into the sea. The poor boatman might not even know how much of his body was left. Was this considered lucky?

"Those are filthy things, formed by the resentment of the dead souls on the sea. They will form the appearance of huge monsters. They can only be destroyed with pure fire."

The man who spoke to Lu Ban first said this to him. He was wearing a painter's hat on his head. He looked at Lu Ban, took off his hat and saluted.

"My name is Tachibana Masamune. I am a painter. May I know your name?"

"Lu Ban, um, I'm a director."

Lu Ban spoke the truth.

"Are you rehearsing a play? That's amazing."

Next to Tachibana Masamune, a young man holding a folding fan clapped his hands and saluted at the same time. Although his hair was black, it had a few strands of crimson highlights, which was quite trendy.

"I am Yinping, just a poet."

The man who called himself Yinping came closer and whispered to Lu Ban.

"That lady's name is Hongye. She's not easy to approach. She's very cold."

"oh."

Lu Ban responded, not very interested.

His target was the missing artist, so the people who appeared before him now were definitely not the target, and they seemed to have just arrived, so they were not very suspicious.

"But then again, even I, except for the annual New Year's Festival at the island shrine, have never seen the Son of God fight against the filth. Now I see it, it is really shocking. It can be said that the pure fire tide is far away, and the beach is full of Nanbo. There is no moment of meeting, and I can only sigh that my life is about to end."

Ginpei looked at the pure fire that illuminated the bottom of the sea and couldn't help but feel inspired to compose a poem.

The pronunciation of "Miko" in the language of Wajima is the same as "Miko", and it seems to be a title exclusive to Saiou of Wajima Taisha Shrine.

"How long will it take for these pure fires to go out?"

Lu Ban asked curiously, because the shape and condition of the flame reminded him of the Glazed Fire in his bag. According to the description, the Glazed Fire can also be used by the chief priestess of the Waseda Taisha Shrine, that is, Saiou. Figuring out the power of the pure fire will be very helpful to him later.

However, after Lu Ban asked the question, Ginpei and Tachibana Masamune looked at him with rather strange eyes. Even Hongye, the woman who was looking at the sea view in the distance, turned her head and glanced at Lu Ban, the outsider.

"The pure fire will never go out, Brother Lu Ban. After these flames burn all the filth, they will use the seabed as fuel and continue to burn forever. It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future."

Tachibana Masamune began to explain.

"If it keeps burning like this, one day the entire ocean will be in flames, right?"

Lu Ban said casually.

"Exactly."

Yin Ping nodded slightly.

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Lu Ban was a little confused. With the end of the world just around the corner, why did these people not seem worried at all?

"Life goes and death comes, like a puppet on the stage, when the thread is cut off, everything is in chaos. Since you are studying art, what is the importance of life and death? Death is not the end, but another form of life. Master Lu Ban, since you are on Song Island, you should indulge in pleasure. It is a waste to be obsessed with those mundane things."

Ginpei snapped open the fan painted with flowers, birds, and the moon, and pointed forward as if he was not worried about his safety at all.

In the gradually thinning fog, there is an island standing. I guess that is the Uta Island where the poetry festival is held.

However, Lu Ban vaguely saw a huge figure hiding in the fog on the island and walking in the sky.