Humanity, compared to sea beasts, is like an egg against a boulder.

The vast difference in size makes even those sea beasts that have not lost control a perilous presence.

Jiang Wang wielded his sword like a flowing stream of light, his attacks incessant, yet the sea beast would not die, only howl and rage.

After all, if judged solely by the Changxiangsi sword’s body, even if the entire blade penetrated the sea beast’s wound, it might not be as large as a fingernail’s crevice on a human.

Wounded, but difficult to kill.

If it were only Jiang Wang and this sea beast locked in single combat, he would have had the patience to wait for the beast to slowly die.

But now, there were still ships nearby, and people falling into the sea. Amidst the fierce battle, he could not protect them all individually.

Only a swift resolution would suffice.

And so, at that moment, Jiang Wang shattered the azure clouds beneath his feet, pierced through the chaotic tentacles and dense ice spears, and arrived at the top of the massive sea beast’s head, and with that, he stomped down!

The thick grease was a natural armor. Jiang Wang’s foot landed on it, as if sinking into a whirlpool, with no purchase for his strength.

Fortunately, he did not possess any profound leg techniques, nor did he intend to directly kick the beast to death.

The true offensive did not lie there.

A thousand Spirit Hidden Serpents surged forth from the depths of his inner palace, directly entering the Sea Beast’s sea of consciousness.

Its physical body was indeed powerful, but judging by the manifestation of its intellect, its spirit might be fragile.

Through the perspective of the Spirit Hidden Serpents, Jiang Wang immediately saw a desolate, putrid, swamp-like space.

Within this decaying space, a sense of decline permeated everything, as if it were on the verge of collapse. It was utterly unlike the sea beast’s physical body, which possessed a continuous source of vitality.

In the center of the “swamp” was a small, solitary island.

The sea beast’s spirit was curled up there.

Compared to the vastness of its physical form, its spirit was much “smaller,” perhaps a manifestation of its weakness.

A tattered and broken little command flag lay at its feet.

On the flag was written the character “禁” (Jin – Restriction/Prohibition), written in the script of Qi.

The Qi script blended the ancient Yang script with some characters from other states, gradually evolving over time into its current form. With the expansion of the State of Qi’s influence, it slowly became the common script of the Eastern Region.

Even though the Fishing Sea Pavilion did not particularly get along with Qi and had a strong wariness of them, insisting on promoting its own Dragon Coins in the Near Sea Islands, with some success, the Qi script was still more widely recognized.

It was, after all, a matter of national power. Looking across the entire world, which country’s script was as prevalent as the Jing script? It was, after all, the script closest to the Script of the Dao, hailed as the most orthodox and most sacred.

Upon seeing this command flag, Jiang Wang could roughly guess what happened. This flag must be the key to taming the sea beast. It was the damage to this flag that led to the sea beast losing control.

But why would the restriction flag be damaged in the first place? Regularly checking the restriction flags should be a matter of course. The sects that raised sea beasts shouldn’t have overlooked this point.

As he pondered, the dense black Spirit Hidden Serpents quickly swam across the swamp, heading towards the small, solitary island in the center.

At this delicate moment, for some reason, a fantastical image suddenly flashed through Jiang Wang’s mind—

Lush and vibrant with life, it was his own vast and boundless Heavenly Earth Island, floating on the boundless Sea of Five Palaces. Everything was thriving, full of hope. But suddenly, from the depths of the sea… a huge, terrifying shadow was cast!

This image flashed by in an instant, like a fleeting glimpse, as if it had never existed.

And on the small island in the swamp, facing the approaching swarm of dense Hidden Serpents, the frail sea beast’s spirit cowered, a trembling mass.

Its three eyes were tightly closed, and its eight tentacles were tightly wrapped around itself, clearly terrified.

Compared to its physical body, the sea beast’s spirit appeared small and weak. Its pitiable appearance lacked any of the fierce demeanor it displayed externally, making one feel a pang of sympathy.

Perhaps it had its own sorrows… being restricted against its will. Jiang Wang thought to himself.

The swarm of Hidden Serpents did not hesitate, directly swarming forward, engulfing it.

The mountain of Hidden Serpents, piled high, only trembled slightly twice, then fell still.

That was the final struggle of the sea beast’s spirit.

It was all too easy.

One Spirit Hidden Serpent, which had remained on the periphery and had not participated in the siege, rose into the air.

Only at this moment did Jiang Wang’s spirit manifest, carefully examining the broken restriction flag, without touching it or approaching it.

His spirit dissolved in this desolate and decayed space, and the dense swarm of Hidden Serpents scattered, returning to their “home.”

After the “carnage,” a scene of utter desolation remained.

Only the shattered fragments of the sea beast’s spirit were left, quietly scattered here.

And in the eyes of those who had witnessed this battle, they only saw the young man wielding his sword, leaping into the air, darting left and right, first severing the sea beast’s tentacles, then piercing its eyes, and finally stomping down…

The battle of spirits in the sea of consciousness remained unseen.

But the massive sea beast, several stories tall, whose rage had stirred up frightening waves, collapsed with a thunderous crash!

Sending up a wave dozens of feet high.

Was this not a divine being?

Jiang Wang had no time to admire the magnificent spectacle of the massive sea beast falling. With a tap of his toes, he had already left the sea beast’s head.

He flew over, grabbed the person who had fallen into the water, and with a casual flick, a skillful force gently sent the person onto the deck. Then, stepping through the air, he reached another struggling person.

This scene seemed to be slowed down.

The sword-bearing youth darted left and right, as if strolling through a garden, saving one person with each step. He was so carefree and relaxed, with the fall of the massive sea beast behind him becoming an unforgettable, magnificent backdrop for everyone.

“Damn it, I’m going to brag about this for the rest of my life!” Old Zhao, who had rushed out of the cabin and witnessed the entire battle while lying on the deck, muttered to himself, unable to shake off the shock in his heart.

He had seen battles between transcendent cultivators before, but uncontrolled sea beasts were rare. The last time the Jade Toad Sect’s sea beast lost control, he had only heard about it.

Facing a battle between a transcendent cultivator and a sea beast firsthand was a first for him.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly felt the power of the words “transcendent.”

Not power or status, not being high above, not being above others.

Those were all things that transcendent cultivators possessed, but they were too shallow and too frivolous.

Not as heavy as this, not as weighty.

“What are you thinking about, Uncle Zhao?” Jiang Wang landed on the deck, standing in front of him, smiling at him.

His smile was as kind as before.

“Ah? Ah!”

Old Zhao only reacted at this moment, realizing that they were completely safe.

He hurriedly scrambled up from the deck.

The burly man was actually a little awkward. “No, nothing.”

“Look at you, acting like a coward, worse than a woman!” Old Zhao’s friend emerged from the cabin, cursing loudly, but the vomit at the corners of his mouth had not been cleaned.

Old Zhao immediately became fierce. “Me, a coward? I rushed out the first thing to fight the sea beast, where were you?”

“Fight? Hahahahaha…” Old Zhao’s friend laughed. “Fighting while lying on the ground? You think you’re in a brothel?”

Those who made a living traveling the seas for years often had foul mouths.

Jiang Wang didn’t pay attention, only looking at the distant sky.

In the distance, a few figures flew over, likely transcendent cultivators from Xia Island, coming to deal with the uncontrolled sea beast.

But they only appeared now, their response was indeed slow.

If Jiang Wang hadn’t been on board, the ship beneath his feet would clearly not have been able to hold on until they arrived.