The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 247

Alavin ventured to a place ten thousand meters from the coastline, surrounded by the vast and endless sea. The waves surged powerfully, and amidst the sea spray, he felt minuscule, as if the ocean could swallow him up at any moment.

"It's around here, sink down," reminded the Chained Spirit.

Alavin took a deep breath and dove headfirst into the seabed, descending with all his might. The deeper he went, the darker and quieter it became. The silent waters exerted a terrifying pressure. It felt like it could crush him.

Strangely, there were no fish or crustaceans, nor could he see any Magi-Monsters. The endless waters and boundless darkness stirred an inexplicable panic and fear within him.

Alavin released bursts of lightning from his body, barely lighting up his surroundings. At the depths of a thousand meters, there was a profound trench, winding and twisted like the gaping maw of a monstrous beast, lying in wait for its prey. The trench was shrouded in darkness, quietly submerged in an infinite black emptiness.

Alavin fought against the immense pressure of the seabed, suppressed the panic that welled up from within him, and continued his descent, finally stopping at the deepest part of the trench.

However, all around him were sea cliffs, with no sign of the ancient kingdom.

"What now?"

Just as Alavin was about to communicate with the Chained Spirit, the Immortal Edge suddenly awoke. Its blinding light pierced the darkness. The sword emitted beams of light that struck the massive cliffs on either side of the trench.

Boom!

The cliff in front of Alavin began to tremble, cracking open, and sinisterly spreading into countless bubbles that rose to the surface. The cracks caused groups of boulders to fall into the deeper parts of the trench. The entire abyss of the seabed shook as if in tremors.

Before long, a massive black hole appeared in the cliff, hundreds of meters wide, dark, and chilling, endlessly emitting bubbles. The Immortal Edge soared upward uncontrollably and plunged into the black hole, illuminating its depths with its intense light. Alavin followed closely behind.

At the deepest part of the black hole, it opened up into a grand space, where an ancient and dilapidated altar was guarded by eighteen towering statues, each ten meters tall. Each statue represented a figure of old: warriors in majestic armor pointing their swords to the heavens, noble figures in regal attire, commanding respect with their cold indifference, a behemoth wielding a colossal hammer shouting to the heavens and to all beings, a rider upon an ancient dragon posed for war, and a serene elder, hands behind his back, gazing skyward as if in prayer or remembrance.

Each statue, preserved through the ages, still appeared lifelike. The cruel passage of time had left no mark upon them.