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Chapter 238 - 236: Seeking Immortality · Oct 11, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 - 199: The Vortex Turtle’s Wish 2026-10-11
202 Chapter 202 - 200: A Plan 2026-10-11
203 Chapter 203 - 201: Two Preparations 2026-10-11
204 Chapter 204 - 202: Landing 2026-10-11
205 Chapter 205 - 203: The Belated Coke Can 2026-10-11
206 Chapter 206 - 204: The Distant Sea 2026-10-11
207 Chapter 207 - 205: Return to the City 2026-10-11
208 Chapter 208 - 206: Weaver Girl 2026-10-11
209 Chapter 209 - 207: Boat Ticket 2026-10-11
210 Chapter 210 - 208: Sand Ship 2026-10-11
211 Chapter 211 - 209: Departure Day 2026-10-11
212 Chapter 212 - 210: Riding the Sand and Breaking the Waves 2026-10-11
213 Chapter 213 - 211: Between Sand and Sea 2026-10-11
214 Chapter 214 - 212: Entering the Sea 2026-10-11
215 Chapter 215 - 213: Coming Ashore 2026-10-11
216 Chapter 216 - 214: Fishman Wharf 2026-10-11
217 Chapter 217 - 215: Fishman Island 2026-10-11
218 Chapter 218 - 216: The Sea Moon Ceremony 2026-10-11
219 Chapter 219 - 217: The Fishman Great Clan Leader 2026-10-11
220 Chapter 220 - 218: Fake Fishman 2026-10-11
221 Chapter 221 - 219: The Shrimp’s Story 2026-10-11
222 Chapter 222 - 220: The Arrival of the Anomalies 2026-10-11
223 Chapter 223 - 221: Moon Altar 2026-10-11
224 Chapter 224 - 222: Upon the Moon Altar 2026-10-11
225 Chapter 225 - 223: Dangerous Hunt 2026-10-11
226 Chapter 226 - 224: "Rot"-Eating Creatures 2026-10-11
227 Chapter 227 - 225: The Old-Eater 2026-10-11
228 Chapter 228 - 226: Rune Curve 2026-10-11
229 Chapter 229 - 227: Dotting the Dragon’s Eye 2026-10-11
230 Chapter 230 - 228: Dragon Transformation 2026-10-11
231 Chapter 231 - 229: Circular Platform 2026-10-11
232 Chapter 232 - 230: Counter-clockwise 2026-10-11
233 Chapter 233 - 231: The Moonlight Never Seen Before 2026-10-11
234 Chapter 234 - 232: The Former Moon Altar 2026-10-11
235 Chapter 235 - 233: Pale Moonlight 2026-10-11
236 Chapter 236 - 234: The Calamity of Imprisonment 2026-10-11
237 Chapter 237 - 235: Interrogation 2026-10-11
238 Chapter 238 - 236: Seeking Immortality 2026-10-11
239 Chapter 239 - 237: The Fishman’s Limitation 2026-10-11
240 Chapter 240 - 238: The Unpickable Lock 2026-10-11
241 Chapter 241 - 239: Invasion 2026-10-11
242 Chapter 242 - 240: The Mystery of Immortality 2026-10-11
243 Chapter 243 - 241: Death and Life 2026-10-11
244 Chapter 244 - 242: Immortality Experiment 2026-10-11
245 Chapter 245 - 243: Reboot 2026-10-11
246 Chapter 246 - 244: A Suitable Key 2026-10-11
247 Chapter 247 - 245: Abnormal Change in the Mist 2026-10-11
248 Chapter 248 - 246: Riddled with Rust 2026-10-11
249 Chapter 249 - 247: Escape 2026-10-11
250 Chapter 250 - 248: Immortal in the Mountains 2026-10-11

Chapter 238: Chapter 236: Seeking Immortality

When humans first arrived on the 3rd Floor of the Abyss, they were terrified and desperately tried to find a way out.

But the 3rd Floor of the Abyss was not a place one could come and go from as they pleased.

After countless failed attempts, they could only accept their circumstances. They found a relatively safe island and settled down.

Then, the humans began to gradually explore this strange sea.

After encountering all sorts of strange phenomena, they came to believe this was the Immortal Realm, a world where Immortals lived. That, they thought, was why so many wondrous things happened.

It wasn’t until they encountered a race they could communicate with that the humans learned the basics about the Abyss.

That race was called the Chali.

The Chali Race’s settlement wasn’t far from the human island; it was only a half-day’s voyage away.

However, the waters around the Chali Race’s island were perpetually shrouded in fog, and humans tended to avoid the area whenever they passed by.

That is, until a small fishing boat was caught in a storm while out at sea and, by a twist of fate, washed up on their island.

The moment he set foot on the island, the fisherman was seized by a strange figure covered from head to toe in twisted tree roots.

The roots covering the figure constantly writhed and crept, looking as menacing as venomous snakes.

Before the fisherman could realize what was happening, one of the roots had coiled around his body.

”Don’t kill me!” the fisherman shrieked, begging for his life. But in response, he heard a gentle question:

”Why would I kill you?”

It took the fisherman a long moment to realize the gentle voice was coming from the root itself.

And the bizarre creature connected to the root was watching him with curiosity.

”Are you the one talking to me?” the fisherman asked, mustering his courage.

”Yes, this is how we communicate,” the creature said, pointing to the root. ”It connects our Soul Spirits.”

”Soul Spirit?”

Although the fisherman spent his days at sea now, he had once been one of the empire’s foremost Alchemists. That innate desire to seek immortality still lay hidden deep in his heart.

”You’re an Immortal? To be able to communicate with a Soul Spirit!” he exclaimed in astonishment.

”I am not an Immortal. This is a natural instinct for our race,” the creature explained patiently.

Hearing the words transmitted by the root, the fisherman remained unconvinced. He assumed the Immortal was just being modest.

’There’s always a higher mountain, an Immortal beyond Immortals. An Immortal who won’t admit their station must do so because there’s an even greater being above them.’

And just like that, the fisherman convinced himself, firmly believing the creature before him was an Immortal. ℯ

”Immortal, would you take me as your disciple?” The fisherman pointed to the catch on his boat. ”You can have all of this, Immortal.”

He had managed a bountiful catch in the storm. His boat was filled to the brim with all kinds of seafood, as well as some junk he’d planned to take back to the island for the others to study.

Of course, the fisherman felt his ”offering” was a bit shabby, but he figured it was worth a shot.

’Maybe the Immortal has been in seclusion for so long, he’s craving some seafood?’

’It’s not like becoming a disciple is that simple, anyway,’ he thought. ’Immortals have their own rules. They wouldn’t agree so easily.’

To his surprise, however, the creature stared at the seafood on the boat, its eyes widening beneath the cover of roots.

The fisherman, a seasoned courtier from his time serving the emperor, was an expert at reading people. He immediately spotted the craving in the Immortal’s eyes.

’An opening?’

He quickly stepped aside to give the Immortal a clear view of his haul.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the Immortal turned and stammered, ”What does it mean... to take someone as a disciple?”

’He doesn’t even know that?’

’Has the Immortal been in seclusion for so long that he’s gotten a bit confused?’

The fisherman looked at the Immortal, clad only in bark and roots, and sighed to himself. ’It seems the path to immortality comes at a price.’

While lamenting this inwardly, the fisherman began to patiently explain to the Immortal.

”It means you’d be my master, and I’d learn from you...”

Listening to the fisherman’s explanation, the Immortal had an epiphany.

”Okay! In that case, you can be my master. I’ll listen to you.”

”Huh?”

And just like that, the fisherman took an Immortal as his disciple...

The root-covered Immortal called over his companions, and together they carried all the seafood from the boat away.

Utterly bewildered, the fisherman followed his new disciple on a grand tour of the island, only then slowly realizing he was among an entire race of these beings.

A race he had never even known existed.

”Disciple, what is your race called?”

”The Chali Race, Master.”

”Why that name? What’s its origin?”

”There is crossing, and there is separation. Thus, Chali.”

”...”

The fisherman stared at his earnest disciple for a long time before finally blurting out, ”I don’t get it.”

...

And that was how the humans came to learn about the Abyss from the Chali Race.

The Chali Race loved seafood. As long as the humans brought it to their island, they would patiently answer any question.

They held nothing back.

As they continued to learn about the Abyss, this group of humans—whose goal was the pursuit of immortality—finally asked the Chali Race the ultimate question:

”How can we live forever?”

The humans never expected that the Chali Race would actually know the answer.

What they expected even less was that the Chali Race, who had always answered them forthrightly, would suddenly become evasive.

They clearly knew the answer, but they refused to speak of it.

The subject was like a taboo for their race. Every member of the Chali Race would fall silent at the mention of immortality, refusing to utter another word.

Only the fisherman’s disciple ever let a small hint slip during one of their conversations.

”Master, why are all of you humans asking how to live forever?”

”It’s our ultimate goal. Why?”

The disciple was silent for a long time.

”Over this time, Master, you’ve taught me Alchemy and Medicine Making, how to read the stars, divination, and feng shui. I’ve learned a great deal.”

”Alchemy requires ingredients; the finer the ingredients, the more precious the pill.”

”The same is true of the heavens. A long clear spell leads to drought; a long drought must end in rain.”

”Divination speaks of opposites, of creation and destruction. Where there is a positive, there must be a negative.”

”When the wind comes, the water flows. When the wind stops, the water stills...”

”Master, these are things you humans have known all along.”

The more he listened, the more uneasy the fisherman became. He felt his disciple was hinting at something, but he couldn’t grasp the meaning behind the words.

”What does any of this have to do with immortality?” he couldn’t help but ask.

The disciple sighed and shook his head helplessly.

”It’s nothing. I just feel that human knowledge is so vast and profound. There’s much I still don’t fully understand.”

Hearing this, the fisherman assumed his disciple was just venting. He patted one of his roots and said, ”It’s alright. Take your time and learn.”

”Okay.”

But the disciple still looked as though he had something more to say. He glanced around, and once he was certain they were alone, he placed both his hands on the fisherman’s shoulders.

His expression was dead serious.

”Master, your people must stop asking. Humanity cannot afford the price of immortality.”

”You cannot even bear the cost of knowing what that price is.”

In his disciple’s eyes, the fisherman saw a plea of a kind he had never witnessed before.

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