The white lights gathered fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into three formidable sword spirits.
John's face paled as he watched, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. Each of these sword spirits radiated a terrifying aura of death. At his current cultivation level, if any of them struck him, he would be obliterated in an instant.
"How terrifying the cultivation of the person who could leave such powerful sword spirits!" John thought, his mind racing. But there was no time to dwell on it.
John had no choice but to flee desperately, as he sensed that one of the sword spirits was preparing to strike. It felt as if it was about to come crashing down in the next moment.
John didn't want to die here.
He had thought the treasure in this place was the only threat, but to his shock, it wasn't just the mirror-like artifact that posed a danger. The mysterious array had hidden even greater hazards—three terrifying sword spirits.
Had he known earlier, John would have given up on the treasure altogether.
Desperately, John tried every technique he knew to escape from this suffocating underwater world. Yet, the array was bizarrely crafted, as though it had countless invisible tentacles, preventing him from making a single step.
Boom!
The sword spirits finally struck.
The immense death energy slammed into John's body, overwhelming him.
John could only smile bitterly.
"I've been too greedy!" he thought, regretting his pursuit of this so-called treasure.
"What horrible luck!"
The Excalibur in his hand was instantly sent flying, as all resistance seemed futile against the overwhelming power of the sword spirits.
Just as John resigned himself to the inevitable, believing he would never see his sisters again, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his right palm. Then, something truly bizarre occurred.
As the sword spirit descended upon him, John's right hand began to glow faintly, and shockingly, this light absorbed the energy of the sword spirit.
It wasn't blocking the attack—no, it was absorbing it!
The terrifying energy from the sword spirit was drawn into the diamond-shaped mirror that had materialized in John's palm.
In that instant, two words echoed in his mind: Lucky Mirror.
"Lucky Mirror?" John's thoughts rushed through him. After a moment of reflection, his shock only deepened.
He stretched out his right hand, and to his amazement, the energy that had been absorbed from the sword spirit erupted outward. The force was so powerful that it created a massive hole in the array surrounding him.
The entire underwater world seemed to shudder as the sword spirit's energy tore through it.
With the array shattered, water from the outside world began flooding in.
John, however, wasn't overwhelmed by fear. Instead, he was overjoyed.
The Lucky Mirror was more than just a treasure—it was a divine weapon!
John watched eagerly as the remaining two sword spirits descended upon him. But before they could strike, the Lucky Mirror absorbed them as well, rendering them powerless.
John now realized that this mirror wasn't just a passive artifact; it had an active, devastating power that could absorb even the mightiest of attacks.
Meanwhile, the Pacific Ocean was far from calm.
Over half a month had passed since the island had sunk beneath the waves, but Oracle King had yet to resurface.
Some speculated that he might have left the Pacific Ocean altogether, perhaps traveling to other parts of the sea. But the sudden appearance of the thirty-six Generals from the Oracle Palace disproved this theory.
These thirty-six generals were hailed as the guardians of the US, and their king, the Oracle King, was revered as the Guardian Saint of the US. Their collective presence was unprecedented, and it suggested that things were more complicated than anyone had initially thought.
Submarines, underwater radar, and various other high-tech equipment were deployed, searching the ocean floor for any trace of the Oracle King. Yet no one knew for sure whether he was alive or dead.
The tension in the air was palpable.
They had always believed that the powerful Oracle King couldn't possibly perish in such a place, but doubt had begun to creep into their minds.
After all, he was still just a man—one who had been elevated to legendary status.
As if to confirm their fears, the army of the US discovered the Oracle King's iconic dragon head mask at the bottom of the sea.
What made it even more shocking was that the mask had been cracked, split from the brow to the chin. This suggested that Oracle King had encountered something massive and dangerous before sinking with the island.
Suddenly, a voice rang out, loud and triumphant.
"Ha ha! Oracle King is gone!"
A man, wearing the insignia of Britain, floated out from the sea, a smug expression plastered on his face.
"The soul realm!" he called out, tauntingly.
"Another soul realm!!" gasped the crowd.
As expected, the gene experiments in Britain had not only produced one soul realm. The previous encounter with Wilson had merely been a precursor.
Wilson had been a test subject used to gauge Oracle King's abilities.
When they saw that their creation, the soul realm, couldn't withstand Oracle King's power, the British had been deeply frustrated. Other artificial soul realms had been kept hidden, unable to emerge.
But things had changed dramatically.
After the island sank, and Oracle King followed it into the depths of the sea, everything seemed to point toward one conclusion: Oracle King was dead.
The man who had emerged from the water now held something in his hand—a clear sign of his victory.
It was none other than the Excalibur of the Oracle King.
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