And besides, since they were naturally a social species, she had long been accustod to drifting with the group. This period of being alone, the only jellyfish, had instead made her feel sowhat uneasy.
After confirming her safety, she could no longer hold back and slowly floated upward out of the water tank.
No matter how naive she was, she could still tell that the water tank was ant to imprison her.
Celt noticed this too. The material of this water tank was unknown, but it was capable of trapping a soul-essence creature.
However, Celt spotted several strange symbols carved on the inner bottom of the tank.
These seed different from Law Marks. They were much simpler, not giving that overwhelming sense of incomprehensibility at first glance.
They were just ordinary symbols. Even an ordinary person could draw sothing similar. With a bit of luck or a steady hand, directly copying them wouldn't be impossible.
This was one of the "occult arts" of this world. Probably a further extension built upon the Law system. Celt guessed that those Law Seekers of the Ultimate Wisdom Law had researched them, though he had no idea how to use them or what they were for.
This was the biggest difference between wild Law Seekers and those who studied systematically.
Others could inscribe formations, set up arrays, pray, and craft talismans.
But wild Law Seekers could only rely on their extraordinary abilities to charge into battle.
And they probably couldn't even win that way.
This was precisely why the authorities could easily subdue many three-mark or four-mark Law Seekers when they had numbers and low marks on their side.
No matter if you knew Tai Chi, Bajiquan, or the Twelve-Section Tan Legs, when the police pulled out a pistol, you still had to stand still and behave.
Of course, this world didn't have those martial arts. It only had Law-powered mini-superhumans who could leap across rooftops and walk on walls.
But fortunately, the police weren't wielding ordinary pistols either. They had the Spear of Longinus.
If you didn't cooperate, you'd get skewered and roasted over a fire.
As his thoughts wandered, the Nether-Floating Jellyfish had already floated out of the water tank.
Following the pace of her upward drift, Celt slowly rose from his crouching position to a standing one.
His other hand, which had been resting naturally on his leg, also lifted. With both hands forming a cradling gesture, Celt held this Nether-Floating Jellyfish, his movents neither fast nor slow.
In a daze, within this Nether-Floating Jellyfish's perception, Celt's presence beca strangely different.
He was a bit like a shining star in the sky, or so object that could guide direction, or perhaps an elder jellyfish in the group that had comprehended the Law and was responsible for leading the way.
She didn't know what a lighthouse was. Otherwise, she might have used that word to describe Celt.
Of course, if a more precise description was needed, Celt now sowhat resembled a "Morning Star."
She couldn't help but slowly float toward Celt, drawing closer and closer until she was almost pressed against his chest.
The Nether-Floating Jellyfish was a relatively simple creature. When scared, it hid; when unafraid, it approached.
Just like before, when she had hidden in the corner of the water tank. Now that she sensed goodwill and a feeling of safety, she instinctively drew closer to Celt.
The fear from being captured by humans over the past few days finally stopped being suppressed.
Precisely because she possessed considerable intelligence, she felt even more fear when facing such situations.
The long tentacles under her umbrella-shaped body reached out toward Celt. Her dozen or so tentacles carried a cool sensation as they loosely wrapped around him.
So coiled around Celt's neck, so draped over his shoulders, and so wound around his hands.
She didn't use much strength, carefully retracting the venomous barbs on her tentacles—even though she knew it probably wouldn't affect Celt anyway.
Celt didn't resist. A gentle smile lingered on his face as he looked down at the glowing jellyfish pressed against his chest, allowing those cool, smooth tentacles to entwine him, feeling this isolated Nether-Floating Jellyfish's dependence on him.
This goodwill made the jellyfish draw even closer.
Just then, the faint sound of pages turning was heard.
His eyes shifted slightly, looking toward *The Lunatic's World Travel Guide* floating in midair not far away.
That book was standing open vertically, its pages turning on their own without any wind, slowly flipping until they stopped on a certain page.
The open page faced Celt directly. On the previously blank area, as if an invisible hand were writing, a line of text appeared:
"A grown-ass man like you, can't you stop radiating maternal instincts on your own? It feels so out of place."
"Does this thing even fit your style?"
But Celt only smiled at the Travel Guide and made no reply.
In a trance, he suddenly sensed sothing.
He felt a warmth inside his body. Not his physical body heating up, not his organs or bones either—but sothing deeper, much deeper.
If he had to describe it...
It was probably his soul.
His brows lowered slightly as he tried to visualize "Law Marks" and "Law Rhys" in his mind.
Very easily, he did it.
This behavior seed to be called "ditation" in this world—sothing he had encountered but never attempted.
He had never deliberately learned any so-called "ditation" techniques.
But, just as he had always believed...
He was probably a genius.
Soon, he felt himself seeing the Law Marks and Law Rhys inside his body.
They gently rotated, overlapped, split apart, and reconstructed.
Each Law Mark was composed of countless complex, three-dinsional symbols and representations.
They were three-dinsional, not flat, and constantly changing in very subtle ways.
As for the Law Rhys, they were even more complex.
They were neither flat nor three-dinsional.
These things seed to have an additional dinsion—one that the human brain couldn't comprehend, a dinsion completely beyond the perception of a "three-dinsional being."
It was as if they were trying to depict abstract concepts like power, fate, and ti.
But these things did exist. Therefore, even Celt, when looking at his own Law Rhys, couldn't help but feel a daze, realizing he couldn't fully see them clearly.
Celt's perception moved through the Law Marks and Law Rhys, quickly finding the source of that warm feeling.
It was the "Morning Star" Law Rhy that seed to be glowing.
It appeared that because of his actions, he had t so kind of prerequisite, fulfilling a certain condition.
The "Law Rhy" of the Morning Star was now emitting a faint light.
Why?
Because he helped a jellyfish?
Or because his behavior aligned with the "Morning Star" Law Rhy?
Celt thought briefly and quickly reached a conclusion.
It was because his behavior aligned with the "Morning Star" Law Rhy, allowing this Law Rhy to beco more compatible with Celt's body and inner self.
This was similar to the ditation thod of visualizing Law Marks and Law Rhys. The only difference was that one thod involved gradually changing yourself to fit over ti, while the other was actively rging yourself with the Law Marks and Law Rhys.
"Uh... an acting thod?"
"What the hell? These Law Marks and Law Rhys still need to be digested through role-playing? I don't want to fight the Original."
"If it really cos down to it, can I go fight Sukuna instead?"
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