The mermaid spoke slowly, her voice tinged with nostalgia: "The sea snail in your hand was a gift from my lover, but in the end, he chose to attack the land, while I chose to defend the lifeline. He used to love playing the lament of the deep sea for me, and I want to hear it one more time."
“But I don’t know how,” Jiang Yuan said, shaking his head.
"No need to know, the sea will guide you." The mermaid turned to face the sea, every word she spoke carrying a deep love for it.
"this……"
Jiang Yuan, who had taken out the Sea Spirit Conch, didn't know what to do, but since the other party had said so, he was willing to give it a try. After all, if it succeeded, it might bring the first true god to the cycle of reincarnation, at which time the cycle of reincarnation would undergo a qualitative change.
The mermaid was still waiting, and Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth and continued to dive deeper into the sea, while also sensing her emotions.
Whether a song is good or not depends entirely on whether it can resonate with the listener. Moreover, as the Little Mermaid said, the sorrow of the deep sea doesn't require him to know it; the sea will guide everything.
"Then let's go!"
Jiang Yuan put the conch shell to his lips and blew on it the instant he felt the resentment. The conch shell made a sound that was almost like a sob. Although the sound was unpleasant, he still gritted his teeth and blew on it.
He's only responsible for playing the flute; whether it sounds good or not is entirely up to fate.
When the conch shell blew, the entire sea suddenly fell silent. The sadness and desolation that Jiang Yuan had felt before came back at this moment. The feeling was indescribable. He felt the loneliness that the deep sea was born with. Darkness and high pressure were the main themes of the seabed. It was hard to imagine how lonely a dead soul would be if it were trapped in this endless seabed for decades, hundreds of years or even countless years.
Loneliness is contagious, especially in the pitch-black seabed. Soon, Jiang Yuan's inner loneliness was drawn out, and even the conch shell in his mouth became extremely sad under the influence of his emotions.
He could have used his power to interrupt this infectious emotion, but he didn't, because this was the deep-sea lament that the mermaid wanted to hear.
The sound emitted by the conch shell traveled for thousands of miles, and countless sea creatures fell silent under its sound waves. They floated quietly in their respective water layers, feeling the sorrow of the deep sea as once interpreted by the gods of the water.
A whale falls and all things are born; a song ends and a thousand hearts are broken.
This is a beauty unique to the ocean, a different kind of beauty that terrestrial creatures cannot appreciate.
When the music ended, all things fell silent. The resentment that had not yet been assimilated by reincarnation became gentle after this piece of music. They began to actively accept the transformation of reincarnation and become a part of it.
Besides these resentments, the most important one was the resentment of the merman god. Blue flames appeared on the coastline outside the sea city. As far as the eye could see, the coastline stretched for thousands of miles. The land that the merman god had protected was now blessing the merman god's fall.
"That sounds really nice."
The mermaid goddess, standing on the sea, murmured to herself as she looked down at the vast ocean, saying with a touch of reminiscence, "If you were still here."
With that sigh, the merfolk god turned his gaze to Jiang Yuan and gave him a final instruction: "The ocean and the land are both indispensable. Remember this."
After these words were spoken, the resentment left behind by the merfolk god began to dissipate, and the Sea Spirit Conch in Jiang Yuan's hand completely changed from a semi-unsealed state to a fully unsealed state.
Jiang Yuan surfaced, clutching the Sea Spirit Conch tightly, and sincerely said to the cycle of reincarnation, "Thank you!"
This ritual provided him with over two million marks of the dead, a considerable amount with no risk involved, and further perfected his reincarnation. Both his undead servants and the abilities inherent in the Grim Reaper were enhanced, making this ritual a great success.
Of course, Jiang Yuan's motivation wasn't just the Mark of the Dead. These people were once guardians of the Nine Provinces, and they deserved respect. Entering the cycle of reincarnation to spare them the torment of the deep sea was the best way to achieve this.
"Those sea monsters have been dealt with."
Just as things quieted down for Jiang Yuan, Liu Zhaodi came to his side carrying a weapon. These sea monsters at the Supreme God Realm were no problem for Liu Zhaodi, who had awakened her Supreme Dual Souls.
"It's time to go. A large crowd has already gathered in Haicheng."
The commotion Jiang Yuan caused here was enough to shake the entire Haicheng. He naturally knew to lay low for now. Although he was now a pillar of the human race, there were bound to be some people with ulterior motives who wanted to covet the divine position. After all, the divine position was an irresistible temptation for anyone.
"Let's bring that old man along too!" Liu Zhaodi considered everything carefully. Even though the old man only had a minor cultivation level, they didn't want to implicate an innocent person because of this.
"good!"
Jiang Yuan disembarked and spread his Holy Demon Wings, quickly taking the old man away. He even thoughtfully uprooted the old man's tin shack, since the shack was the old man's lifeline after the cataclysm. Although it had no value to them, it was everything to the old man.
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"Look, it really is Jiang Yuan! I've seen the wings on his back on the Apocalypse Network!"
"Damn it, hurry back and tell all the major powers that the Great Demon King is back in Haicheng. Make sure they don't cause any trouble during this time!"
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