Consciousness is sinking, as if falling into a bottomless icy abyss.
Ma Tuan felt like he was being pulled by some invisible force, passing through layer after layer of mental barriers, and finally falling into a pale wasteland.
This is his spiritual picture - endless glaciers, biting cold wind wrapped in crystal-like snowflakes, cutting his consciousness like countless tiny blades.
"This is not...what happened before..." Ma Tuan felt himself sighing deep in his consciousness.
He really didn't expect that the Song Wudeng they met last time was actually an incarnation of a priest in their Apenisel tribe.
So is Song Wudeng an incarnation or a parasite?
He doesn't know now.
Anyway, he recognized the face that just appeared. It belonged to Song Wudeng.
What happened to Song Wudeng in the end? He clearly didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him when he saw him.
The cold sea breeze whistled past, and Ma Tuan tried to move his body, but found that his limbs were buried in thick snow.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, no longer a gentle drift, but like a white waterfall pouring down, burying him completely in this spiritual wasteland.
"Is that... the end?"
Ma Tuan's consciousness began to blur.
In the mental picture, death means brain death. He knows that he is sliding towards the edge of danger, but he is powerless to stop it.
Mental strength is like the sand in an hourglass, disappearing at an alarming rate.
Just then, he heard a sound.
Click, click, click...
It was the sound of snow being plowed away.
Something was struggling to dig at the snow covering him.
Ma Tuan wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy as lead.
He could only vaguely sense the existence of that "creature" through spiritual perception - strong, inhuman, with some ancient and mysterious spiritual fluctuations.
"Don't...waste your energy..."
Ma Tuan murmured in his consciousness. He was too tired, so tired that even the thought of asking for help seemed a luxury.
But the creature did not stop, instead it sped up its movements.
Suddenly, the snow covering his face was lifted and Ma Tuan was finally able to breathe.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and the first thing that caught his eye in his blurry vision was a dazzling green - it was an eye, an incredibly large green eye, staring at him intently.
As his vision gradually became clearer, Ma Tuan finally saw the "creature" that saved him.
That's a sea otter.
But this is no ordinary sea otter.
It was astonishingly large, larger than two adult horses combined, and its snow-white fur almost blended in with the glacier.
The most shocking thing is its head - except for the eye that is as green as deep-sea emerald, three slender tentacles extend from where the other eye should be, wriggling unconsciously and emitting a faint fluorescence.
Some kind of gill-like organ can be vaguely seen on its back, opening and closing rhythmically with its breathing.
The Cthulhu-like features form an eerie yet harmonious contrast with the adorable sea otter appearance, which is both terrifying and strangely reassuring.
"You...Sesame Ball?" Ma Tuan asked weakly, his voice almost swallowed by the wind and snow.
The sea otter didn't answer—spiritual guides usually didn't speak—but it lowered its head and gently touched Ma Tuan's cheek with the tip of its wet nose.
A warm spiritual force trickled into Ma Tuan's almost dried-up spiritual realm.
It doesn't look like... sesame balls...
Ma Tuan suddenly remembered an ancient legend she'd heard as a child: in the most remote tribes of the Arctic Circle, people believed in a giant sea otter spirit called "Umiak." They were the guardians of lost souls, able to transcend the boundaries between reality and spirit...
The sea otter's actions interrupted Ma Tuan's thoughts.
It carefully lifted Ma Tuan's body with its front paws and placed him on its broad back.
Ma Tuan felt the amazing heat coming from beneath the sea otter's fur, as if he was leaning against a living stove.
"Where are you taking me?"
Ma Tuan asked weakly, but the sea otter just made a low snoring sound and began to move on the glacier ravaged by the blizzard.
Its pace was surprisingly steady, as if it was completely unaffected by the bad weather.
Ma Tuan barely raised his head, and through the flying snow, he saw a dark ocean at the end of the glacier in the distance, with waves surging wildly in the storm.
And at the junction of sea and sky, there seems to be a huge black shadow moving underwater...
If it wasn't sesame balls, then who was it?
"What is that..."
Ma Tuan was originally lost in thought, but suddenly his heart began to beat faster and a primitive fear gripped him.
At this moment, the sea otter suddenly stopped, pricked up its ears vigilantly, and its three tentacles trembled violently.
Ma Tuan felt a severe headache, as if something was forcibly invading his mental picture.
He curled up in pain, and his mental strength began to drain rapidly again.
The sea otter growled in a warning, its green eyes flashing with a strange light.
It quickly protected the hemp ball under its body, and at the same time, the gill-like organs on its back fully opened, releasing a circle of light blue mental barrier.
"You...are protecting me?"
Ma Tuan was somewhat surprised to feel that the invasion from the outside world was blocked.
Even more shocking was that he discovered that he could sense the otter's emotions—worry, determination, and some ancient, unfathomable power.
The blizzard suddenly intensified, and the snowflakes turned into sharp ice crystals, frantically hitting the mental barrier held up by the sea otter.
Ma Tuan heard strange whispers in the wind, as if thousands of voices were whispering incomprehensible spells at the same time.
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