I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 239 - 188: The 8th Evolution!

Dreams arrived as scheduled.

The pervasive blue haze need not be ntioned further.

In the midst of this boundless and profound dream, everything was enveloped in delicate layers of blue mist, as if the entire world was imrsed in the mysterious atmosphere of chaos at its inception.

This mist was unlike the light, ethereal vapor found at dawn; it was denser, more lancholic.

It was as if it flowed from ancient legends, pregnant with endless stories and fantasies.

The surrounding scenes were blurred and indistinct, neither mountains and rivers nor ocean, neither woods nor skies. All boundaries beca obscure within this blue mist, resembling the primal chaos when heaven and earth first divided.

Walking in such a dream, each step seed to tread on nothingness, feeling both light and heavy, where the concepts of ti and space lost their aning.

In the depths of this chaotic dreamscape, occasional light flares flickered, like distant stars appearing and disappearing in the haze, prompting expansive musings.

Those light spots shimred with a rainbow’s glow.

Chen Yun didn’t know if they were lost souls, or faint calls from deep within his heart, the gentle whisper of the wind, or the low chant of ancient wisdom.

He couldn’t distinguish.

But he understood, this light spot was the physical manifestation of the direction of his future evolution.

Choosing a certain light spot,

ant choosing a specific direction of evolution.

And like previous evolutions, as soon as he thought about choosing a direction,

dark purple, blue, and green light spots eagerly approached, all very proactive in wanting him to touch their brilliance.

Chen Yun vaguely realized,

obviously, this was the system-recomnded configuration.

These three were the evolution directions chosen by his bodily instincts, wanting him to choose.

Honestly, the choice didn’t matter.

He didn’t know what changes would occur after choosing one, nor what new abilities he would possess.

But recalling how last ti he wanted to choose the golden light and a dark purple light spot unscrupulously overtook the light, Chen Yun was sowhat concerned.

Can’t I make my own choice?

What if I insist on choosing the golden light spot?

This idea flashed through his mind.

Choosing both was indeed unfeasible, greedy, and would bring bad consequences.

But this ti he just wanted to choose the golden color he liked, was that wrong?

Thinking like this,

Chen Yun seized the mont when the blue, green, and dark purple light spots competed, imdiately reaching for a ray of golden light that fell.

The blue, green, and dark purple light spots were busy competing and temporarily ignored the escaping Chen Yun.

Just as he was about to touch the falling golden light,

the blue light spot quickly scattered a beam of light,

falling in front of Chen Yun, attempting to envelop him entirely.

"Damn, not again?"

Chen Yun tugged at the corner of his mouth helplessly.

The last ti he wanted to choose the golden light, he was also ambushed by the dark purple light spot, involuntarily diverted to another light spot.

The recomnded light spots felt like imperious clauses, leaving him virtually no room to dodge.

In this regard, Chen Yun was temporarily powerless.

In the dream, he had no special abilities.

Even though he was prepared this ti,

he still couldn’t dodge the blue light’s glow quickly enough.

Silently, he felt the gradually erging sense of detachnt, realizing this eighth slumber evolution dream was about to end.

Realizing he still hadn’t chosen the golden light spot.

As consciousness gradually sharpened, preparing to withdraw from the blue-hazed, chaotic dream, a subtle and complex sense of detachnt arose.

It was like the soul slowly separating from this world woven of fantasies, each thread of thought struggling against the blue fog’s pull, painstakingly seeking the anchor points of the real world.

This feeling was like the first rays of sunlight piercing through dense curtain gaps at dawn’s break, gradually illuminating the edges of the dream.

The imagery of the dream grew transparent, the blue mist gradually thinning, and the intermittent light flares and whispers vanishing with the mist, all returning to tranquility and clarity.

Chen Yun felt a faint lancholy, a longing for that free and mysterious chaos, yet also relieved and rejuvenated.

Just like a diver gradually surfacing, the pressure easing in his ears, the light transitioning from blurry to clear, each breath more real, reminding you that you’re about to return to reality’s embrace.

But Chen Yun understood.

His real self was subrged on the seabed.

So leaving the dream compared to a diver surfacing might seem a bit off.

Because when Chen Yun awoke,

he felt the deep sea currents enveloping his entire body.

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At the northern end of the Philippines Islands, close to the Pacific Ocean on the eastern side of Luzon.

Morning of April 16th.

Enshrouded in light fog, a newly purchased submarine from Gallia, the "Deep Sea Explorer," lay quietly moored in a carefully selected secret harbor.

This submarine, coated entirely in advanced stealth materials, resembled a phantom of the deep sea and was the newest pride of the Philippines Navy.

After several days of adjustnts and preparations, the "Deep Sea Explorer" was finally ready for its maiden voyage.

With a low blast of the steam whistle, the submarine slowly slipped into the azure waters.

Waves gently lapped against its hull.

As the hatch closed, green lights on the dashboard lit up one by one, signaling that everything was ready.

Under the command of Colonel Marcos, the submarine slowly descended.

It soon vanished beneath the surface, leaving only trails of bubbles as proof of its existence.

In the subsequent journey, the "Deep Sea Explorer" traversed tumultuous seas and smoothly approached a strategic location—the Baling Pond Strait.

This crucial passage, linking the Western Pacific with the South Sea, had always been a focal point for various national navies and was vital for both international shipping and strategic purposes.

For the Philippines Navy, it was of paramount importance.

Just as the "Deep Sea Explorer" was slowly subrging deeper into the Baling Pond Strait, preparing to follow the predetermined route towards the South Sea for patrol.

The sonar operator suddenly spoke, reporting an anomaly, "Colonel, there are unusual formations in the nearby seabed that don’t appear to be naturally ford."

Upon hearing this, Colonel Marcos imdiately ordered an adjustnt of the submarine’s attitude and a reduction in speed.

He also activated more sophisticated detection equipnt.

As the submarine drew closer, a shocking sight gradually beca clear on the sonar screen:

It was a long, irregular trench andering across the seabed, with a straightness and uniform width and depth that natural formations could not explain.

This mark seed like a scar on the earth, silently telling the tale of a violent and extraordinary, unknown event.

Out of professional curiosity and responsibility, Colonel Marcos decided to cautiously follow this trench with the "Deep Sea Explorer," exploring the secrets behind it.

After all, this area was within the Philippines territory, and Colonel Marcos had to ensure that there were no abnormalities.

As the submarine ventured deeper, the surrounding marine environnt beca quieter and more mysterious, with only the sound of the submarine’s internal machinery echoing in the confined space.

Soon, a spectacle like none they had ever seen before unfolded before their eyes:

It was a massive rock.

So large that one could mistake it for a small mountain, lying alone on the ocean floor.

At the edges of the rock were clear signs of shattering and tearing.

The surface fissures seed to be torn open by so incredible force.

The edges were jagged, exposing the inner layers of the rock, making it starkly conspicuous.

This clearly wasn’t naturally ford.

The experts on board instantly analyzed that this unusual phenonon had recently appeared and was caused by an unknown external force.

Natural fragntation of rocks and sudden shattering by an external force show distinctly different characteristics.

These differences are not only a direct dialogue between natural phenona and human activities but also crucial clues for geologists and ocean explorers to unlock deep-sea secrets.

Naturally fragnted rocks usually display a rough, untouched wild beauty at their edges, irregular and rugged, narrating endless stories of years under erosion and water flow. This type of breakage results from a synergy between ti and natural forces, such as the continuous washing of tides, the subtle movent of seabed geology, or even the slow sculpting by biological activities, shaping their unique and complex profiles.

In contrast, rocks shattered by external forces have edges that are much cleaner, sotis showing nearly right-angled fracture surfaces or sharp edges, indicating traces of intense, instantaneous impacts. They also tend to have fewer natural attachnts like algae or coral fragnts because they are "fresh wounds" ford within a relatively short ti span.

Upon further observation, the surroundings of naturally fragnted rocks usually blend more harmoniously into the environnt, with a mix of small rocks, fine sand, and biological debris creating a balanced micro-ecosystem.

Whereas areas shattered by external forces might display more abrupt geological structural changes and temporarily disrupted marine ecosystems due to the intervention.

The massive rock they were now observing

perfectly matched the characteristics of being shattered by an external force, not ford by natural erosion.

Together with the trench extending from beside the massive rock,

it could be concluded that it was a huge rock suddenly shattered by an external force and then pushed to this location by an unknown force.

As to what this force might be,

that remained unknown for now.

In the silence,

Colonel Marcos couldn’t help but ask the expert beside him, "Could it be the action of so marine creature?"

"Unlikely."

"What kind of marine creature would smash a dozen-ton giant rock and then push it along the seabed?"

"Isn’t that idle?"

The expert spoke after a mont’s thought.

He swore, no creature would do such a aningless act. He was more inclined to believe it was so country’s secret weapon under developnt.

Hearing this,

Colonel Marcos frowned and then decisively ordered, "Continue following the direction of the trench, search for the origin of this massive rock."

"Run all detection equipnt at full power, be wary of any special anomalies. Have the communication team report the situation here to headquarters at all tis."