Six thousand feet beneath the churning white caps of the Myriad Reefs Sea Region, the light of the sun had never touched the black silt of the Dragon-Spine Trench. Here, at the crushing bottom of the ocean floor, the water carried the weight of falling mountains. Ordinary iron would bend and groan under the relentless hydraulic vise, and any Foundation Establishment cultivator whose protective barrier flickered for even half a breath would have their ribcage collapsed into bloody pulp before a scream could leave their throat.
Only the eerie, stuttering luminescence of broken ship-arrays, drifting phosphorescent blood-clouds, and the pale azure glow of a newly exposed Fourth-Grade Spiritual Vein illuminated the deep-earth valley.
