第73章

And then, I heard the voice again. Not in my mind this time, but resonating through the water, a deep, resonant voice like the sound of the waves crashing on a shore, and the silence of the ocean depths.

“Water… connected…”

The voice was powerful, ancient, and full of immense presence. It was the voice of the Lim Ling, the spirit of the ocean, awakened and strengthened by the connection of the mountain piece.

A sense of pure, elemental power washed over me, the power of water in all its forms – calm lakes, rushing rivers, vast oceans, life-giving rain. It was a power that could sustain or destroy, ancient and untamed.

The light began to fade, the energy surge subsided, leaving the trench in darkness again, illuminated only by the gentle glow of the sculptures and the shimmering light of the water spirits.

The water spirits drifted closer again, their forms serene and watchful. They seemed to be acknowledging the completion of a task, the restoration of a connection.

I felt a responsibility settling upon me, heavier now than before. I had connected the energy of the mountain to the energy of the ocean, bringing two parts of the Lim Ling’s power together.