Crossing the long seafloor canyon was like traversing a dark tunnel. The further into the depths of the canyon, the wider the walls on both sides expanded. The tall gorge walls disappeared into the distant seawater, enveloped in the dark water, as if plunged into a void. Only the light path formed by the corals and phosphorescent algae in front was like a bridge in the void, piercing through the omnipresent darkness and then disappearing into another realm of darkness.
Continuing along the seafloor canyon, the coral trees that served as street lamps on both sides grew denser and their light brighter. The seaweeds growing on the coral trees gradually faded into sparsity, and the sea fish shuttling among them also became fewer. The surrounding atmosphere slowly grew solemn, making those who came here for the first time gradually feel the majesty of the Deity.
"It is getting brighter," Catherine whispered, "Does that mean we are getting closer to the Storm God Temple?"