Meng Hao watched everything with confusion. More and more Cultivators arrived. They were careful not to touch the seawater. By using their divine abilities and magical techniques, they were able to find some of the mountain-islands that had not been completely submerged. They began to construct cities around the peaks, above the seawater.
They called them cities, but they were really more like outposts.
Soon, a total of ten such outposts were constructed above the Western Desert Violet Sea.
Meng Hao observed them. At one point, a strand of will rose up, and huge waves rolled across the surface of the sea to suddenly submerge one of the outposts that was being constructed.
The rise of the outposts caused even more Cultivators to come to the great Western Desert Sea to carefully hunt specters….
After observation, Meng Hao gradually came to feel bored. He grew silent, and time once again began to pass… although he didn’t know how much.
With no one disturbing him, and no unforeseen occurrences, Meng Hao could exist like this for ten thousand years. Then the Violet Sea would vanish, and his consciousness would return to his body. Finally he would be reborn.
Meng Hao didn’t know that what he was experiencing, although it seemed as if it were enlightenment, was actually something that in ancient times was called… Demonic Transmigration!
The fleshly body was abandoned, as well as the Cultivation base. Consciousness was shattered and then reawakened in a new form of life. Everything was forgotten as one became a Greater Demon of Heaven and Earth.
Everything about the past was completely cleaved away.
Within the sea, time is forgotten. Endless coldness, knows no years.
Meng Hao saw many people. One of them was an old man wearing a long white robe. His body emanated a medicinal aroma, and he had the bearing of a transcendent being. On one day of one particular year, he appeared above the Violet Sea.
He stared down blankly at the waters, and Meng Hao stared blankly up at him. There was something familiar about this man….
He floated there silently in mid-air, looking down at the sea. Three months passed. Finally, the man let out a soft sigh.
“Apprentice, you… are in the midst of Demonic Transmigration….” He shook his head, then turned and left, clearly filled with complex emotions.
Meng Hao’s corpse sat on the sea floor, cross-legged. In that moment, he trembled a bit. He now felt even more confused.