Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 707 704 Ocean King

Waves surged, and the pitch-black environment was eerily silent, sending shivers down one's spine.

Blood coursed through his body as Bi Fang steadied his breath, starting to inch closer to the front, with only a slight movement that once more lowered his recently recovered body temperature, as the crosscurrent continuously washed away his warmth.

Bi Fang's pupils were a dark abyss, only occasionally discerning vague silhouettes, and when he saw the noticeably smaller shadow of the giant creature, he slowly rubbed forward, probing, until after a dozen seconds, he touched the whale, and his clarity of vision was largely restored.

The audience held their breaths, and although Bi Fang couldn't see clearly, they could easily see him approaching the Little Gray Whale and touching its head, thanks to night vision mode. That huge head made one's scalp tingle – simply because it was just too massive.

Big enough to easily swallow an adult human with a single gulp, even though it was still a child, not even a year old.

[I can't take it anymore, I'm going to faint.]

[It's so terrifying, it won't really eat people, will it?]

[Didn't Old Fang say that Baleen Whales eat crustaceans, like krill? How could they possibly eat people?]

[They've been trapped here for who knows how long, they could be starving. People would eat dirt when starving, let alone animals.]

[Although they need to surface for air, that doesn't mean they can't eat, right? There are fish nearby, aren't there?]

[Indeed, when I think of the Arctic, I think of Arctic shrimp, sweet and incredibly delicious.]

The audience's eyes widened, like a group of curious elementary school students, their comments varied and colorful.

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In the ocean, when Bi Fang's hand touched the Little Gray Whale's head, even prepared as he was, he still got quite a scare.

While Bi Fang trusted his own judgment, this fear was more of a biological instinct, engraved in his DNA, not something that could vanish simply by overcoming it psychologically.

No one could remain indifferent when facing a being hundreds of times larger than themselves, capable of snatching away their life with ease.

His heart thudding, Bi Fang swallowed, feeling the strange sensation on his fingertips.

Even though both were cetaceans, the tactile sensation of dolphins and whales was completely different.

The skin of dolphins is rather hard and incredibly smooth, similar to the feel of an iPhone screen but very elastic, and also cold, like a piece of hard plastic with great toughness.

The touch of whales, however, is quite distinct, clearly much softer, perhaps thanks to the thick layer of blubber on the whales. It is because of this layer of fat that they can move unhindered at high latitudes, feeling like touching a leather sofa, while dolphins have a lower body fat percentage and are more like "muscle men."

As Bi Fang was still reflecting on his feelings, he realized the resistance against his hand suddenly increased.

The Little Gray Whale abruptly began to rise upwards, brushing past Bi Fang, until a much larger Gray Whale filled his field of view. It was then that everyone understood – it was the Little Gray Whale's turn to surface for air.

The largest Gray Whale passed less than two meters from Bi Fang, and the whale's enormous eye seemed to glance at him, a gaze between a giant and an ant, that left the onlookers as if on the scene, frozen.

What was that gaze like?

Ancient and profound, compassionate and peaceful, gentle and deep. Staring into it felt almost like being irresistibly drawn in, and the low whale song, traveling through the surging water, reached miles away, compelling one to follow it into the depths of the ocean – and it wouldn't matter if they never returned.

Was it the call from the depths of one's soul memory?

Many people thought so.

[Why do these eyes look so human?]

[So sacred]

[This is even better than the last blue whale!]

[Hey, hey, hey, don't you guys find it terrifying? It's too human-like!]

[It's precisely because it's human-like that it's terrifying, the uncanny valley effect]

[I believe that those with thalassophilia all come from the ocean depths, while those with thalassophobia come from the sky. Those from the ocean are drawn to the profound depths without fear of the abyss, while those from the sky, due to their inherent memories of the vast expanse of the cosmos, fear being confined by the ocean depths like being trapped in an enclosed space.]

[Wow, that's deep]

[What if you first fear it and then crave it (dog's head)]

[Maybe that's Kaz]

Bi Fang moved his arms, treading slowly in the water to keep buoyant.

After more than half a minute of acclimatization, Bi Fang's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness and he could see the position of the little gray whale clearly.

In the moment of eye contact just now, Bi Fang himself almost forgot to slide through the water to maintain his buoyant stance, feeling a sense of amazement in his heart.

Thanks to the whaling industry of the 20th century, nowadays seeing seven or eight whales is considered an extraordinary experience in one's life; everyone thinks the era they live in is the correct state of the world. Actually, over a hundred years ago, bay after bay was filled with the backs of hundreds, even thousands of giant whales—that was the true appearance of the world.

The breathing rhythm was quick; a drone still hovered in the air above the ice field, and the viewers clearly saw the little gray whale spout out an icy pillar before sinking again.

Bi Fang shook off the random thoughts in his mind. With the experience of contact, this time he grabbed the dagger and swam directly toward the little gray whale, moving along the massive body towards the tail, easily finding the fishing net entwined around the whale's tail.

Even though the ocean was too dark and he could only make out a silhouette, Bi Fang could still feel how tightly the fishing net was wrapped around the little gray whale's tail, firmly binding it.

Without hesitation, already a minute and a half into the icy ocean, Bi Fang was extremely cold. He reached out to grab the fishing net and cut through the thick connection with his dagger.

In the silence of the ocean, with only the sound of water flowing past his ears, Bi Fang tore off piece after piece of the net until the innermost layer, where he slipped the dagger in the gap between the smooth skin of the whale, turned the handle upside down, blade facing upwards, and forcefully sliced upward.

Having cut the last connection, the now free little gray whale completely shed the net; the amplitude of its tail's movement suddenly increased, stirring up a huge current that nearly toppled Bi Fang. He was pushed back several meters before stabilizing.

Done.

In the water, a satisfied Bi Fang clapped his hands, wrapping the cut-off fishing net around his arm and headed up towards the surface. But just as he was about to turn around, Bi Fang suddenly felt the current beside him become more intense, as if something huge was swimming up towards him from below.

Bi Fang's pupils shrank suddenly, but in the next moment, his expression relaxed.

Unbeknownst to him, the little gray whale, having shaken off the net, had come under Bi Fang, lifting him with its broad back and carrying him to the surface.

Feeling the swirling water moving quickly by his side, Bi Fang's face was full of shock.

The seawater surged and after a slight bulge, it broke open; a drenched Bi Fang stood on the whale's back. With a light leap, he returned to the ice field.