The red light indeed emanated from beneath the water surface, even tinting the surrounding azure sea a deep red. A few Sun Nation crew members swimming gracefully stood out vividly against the backdrop. Qin Feng furrowed his brows—this couldn't be caused by the sinking submarine. The submarine lacked such capabilities; clearly, something was down there. With no further delay, he plunged directly into the water from the air, his feet gliding along the flying sword toward the source of the red light. Thanks to the red glow, the seafloor became exceptionally bright, allowing clear visibility even at depths of several hundred meters. The red light grew stronger as they descended deeper. The Sun Nation submarine had now settled at the ocean floor, continuously releasing bubbles from its cracked hull. At this depth, it had surpassed its own maximum diving capability, and the damage from the two explosions had rendered the interior lifeless. The submarine was situated on the side where the red light was most intense, with several underwater rock formations scattered nearby. He immediately realized that the sinking submarine must have crushed the rock formations, allowing the red light to radiate outward. Looking around, the red light was so strong that it was impossible to discern anything within it. He lifted his foot, and the flying sword, oriented with its hilt leading forward, soared toward the light. The sword entered effortlessly, indicating that there was ample space inside. Then what was there to wait for? He decided to go in and investigate. For safety, he first entered the small cauldron, guiding it gently forward while projecting the external scene in real-time images. This was a submarine cave, and the heavily eroded walls clearly revealed its ancient origins—perhaps even housing relics from a prehistoric civilization. The small cauldron followed the flying sword, and the two magical artifacts advanced with careful precision. Outside, a fighter jet streaked past, and the pilot reported all he had observed to the command center. A group of people were once again stunned—where the submarine had sunk, the sea had turned a deep blood red. What on earth was going on? The commander ordered all rescue aircraft to fly at full speed. Once they reached the designated airspace, medium-sized inflatable lifeboats were dropped, and all personnel jumped out to parachute, determined to fully understand the situation on the ground. Additionally, two salvage vessels were dispatched from the surrounding areas to deploy remotely operated underwater vehicles for underwater inspection. After the superior officers had issued their orders, the deputy commander whispered, "Should we inform the public about the submarine accident?" "Let's keep it confidential," said the commander. "Our people have already endured too much—another blow would be unbearable." The deputy commander remained concerned, saying, "Even if we keep it secret now, it will eventually become public knowledge. Then all the responsibility will fall on our shoulders. We'll have to bear the consequences." "Commander chuckled coldly, 'Are you afraid now? Didn't you see the intense red glow? We can use that as an excuse—should anyone ever raise objections later, we can simply attribute it to unusual phenomena in the sea region. Stop talking! Right now, I want to know exactly how that red glow originated, and why our submarine sank. Go investigate!' 'Hai!' Once it was confirmed that there were no dangers outside, Qin the Young stepped out of the small steamer. Although he had already seen the projected images inside, he was completely stunned upon seeing the scene face to face. A variety of marine plants thrived here—besides one type resembling kelp, the rest were entirely unfamiliar to him. Some looked like towering trees; others resembled the crystal bead curtains used in home interior design, hanging in cascading strands; others boasted broad, banana-leaf-like leaves, with vivid green veins contrasting sharply against deep purple leaf blades. "Whoa—gurgle—!" he exclaimed, forgetting that he was underwater and immediately gulping in a large mouthful of seawater. The seawater was neither briny nor fishy—it even tasted slightly sweet. What on earth was this place? And what were these strange marine plants? The small steamer beside him became excited, leaping and bouncing with enthusiasm. Qin the Young established a mental connection with it and asked it, in wonder, what these plants were. The small tripod indeed possesses a certain spirit, yet it hasn't reached the level of being able to answer questions—its communication remains simple: "What's here is of great importance and must be removed." Qin Dashi stared at it for several seconds, thinking, Are you kidding me? Such a vast area, especially underwater—how on earth can it be moved? If only it could speak, he was certain he'd be back to complaining about the toilet again. The tripod expressed its dissatisfaction by swaying up and down and left and right, then suddenly shot off with a whoosh, vanishing quickly from Qin Dashi's sight. Goodness, this youngster is growing more and more temperamental. Qin Dashi thought to himself: Once I return to land, I'll definitely squeeze you into the toilet—see how long you can keep acting independently afterward. Huff, huff, huff... The seawater suddenly stirred, forming a vortex at the center that spun faster and faster. Wait a minute—does this youngster really intend to relocate the entire area? Qin Dashi felt an uneasy sensation in his heart; he believed he should have left already, rather than simply standing there dumbfounded. The flying sword, just returned to his feet, had barely given him time to turn around when a flash of white light suddenly illuminated his vision. This had happened before—every time the golden liquid poured from the small cauldron. How dare you, little cauldron, take such initiative without consulting me? He thought resentfully. After regaining his sight, the scene remained unchanged—the underwater world as it had been, the disturbed seawater now calm, as if nothing had ever occurred. Yet he was certain that both he and the surroundings had shifted—not merely to a different part of the ocean, but now entirely within the confines of the small cauldron. With a mere thought, the sword began to soar upward, and he and the sword surged almost at a right angle toward the water's surface. Hmph… He broke through the surface and soared upward for a while before finally coming to a stop, then lowered his gaze downward. Where the original grassland inside the small tripod once stood, now lay a vast lake, stretching over ten kilometers in both length and width. The lake shimmered with rippling waves, and along its shores grew various medicinal gardens. "By the gods, Xiao Ding—you reckless, wasteful thing! You nearly destroyed the medicinal gardens, didn’t you? Such a large area—where could you possibly have chosen to build a lake? You had to build it right beside the gardens! What if you ruined my precious herbs? Then I’ll never forgive you…" He paused, then murmured to himself, "Could it be intentional? Perhaps you're deliberately showing me that the plants beneath the water are also rare and valuable herbs. Yes, that must be it."