Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 873 - 555: Rebuilding_2

"The typhoon has lingered for too long, and the sea temperature has been depleted. In theory, it should have weakened earlier, but there seem to be some factors unknown to us that are sustaining its intensification."

As the typhoon in Zone N7 dissipated, this oceanic typhoon seemed to have lost its support and finally began to decline as everyone expected.

It didn’t weaken as quickly as in N7, a gentle and gradually slowing process.

Concerned parties continued to monitor, ensuring that it didn’t move out of the cold water area or regain strength, as the convection steadily weakened.

Even as it entered its weakening phase and its core began to disintegrate, it still maintained its high attraction, as orderly and refined as before.

Numerous weather enthusiasts watched the miracle unfold over the vast ocean.

With the weakening of the typhoon, the eye disappeared, hiding the island that was once visible from satellites at the center of the storm.

Below the thick clouds, even a weakening typhoon still produced fierce winds for ordinary people.

The churning sea showed no sign of fish, with water continuously pummeling the shores of the small island.

A figure slowly emerged from beneath the water.

Compared to an average person, his body was overly slender, but it returned to normal proportions upon surfacing.

Feng Yi didn’t come ashore from the rocky beach but walked along the sandy side.

Footprints left on the beach were quickly erased by the rain and the waves.

Feng Yi emerged from the sea, exhausted from overexertion, and rested on the shore for a while.

The typhoon above wouldn’t disappear immediately, and the obscuring clouds continued to serve their purpose.

The sea water was pushed towards the beach. If it were an ordinary person, a single hit would sweep them away. However, as Feng Yi sat there, the waves rolled... but couldn’t move him!

While regaining his strength, Feng Yi reflected on the changes in energy and matter he felt during the process of "snatching food from the wind’s mouth" and the subtle, peculiar sensations experienced under the special energy field.

In his mind, he analyzed the reasons for these sensations, potential changes in the outside world, and his subsequent strategies.

After thinking for a while, Feng Yi gave up.

Too tired, too drained of energy, it was better to replenish his strength before analyzing further.

Standing up, Feng Yi continued towards the island.

Over at Zone N7, where the typhoon had emerged, the core energy material had always been airborne, with minimal impact on the ground.

But here on the small island, the storm Feng Yi guided had resulted in more energy dissipating on the ground.

The typhoon that formed here, at its peak intensity, placed the small island in the eye region, where damage was minimized, but the island was still somewhat affected throughout the formation and strengthening phases.

The buildings made of sturdy materials and construction were okay, but a significant portion of the vegetation was damaged. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

However, affected by the dispersing energy during the process, they would recover quickly, though their growth might appear a bit wild and will require human trimming later on.

After surveying the island’s situation and sensing Xin’s condition in the shelter, Feng Yi sent a signal to Xin, informing him that the storm outside was weakening and to come out once it was completely safe.

Then, Feng Yi returned to the sea.

He dove down and swam in the turbulent water back home.

At a certain moment, Feng Yi looked through the water up to the sky.

A weather reconnaissance plane was in operation.

Feng Yi didn’t linger and continued his return.

Near the coast, a boat was waiting to pick him up.

Beyond the influence of the typhoon, the atmosphere on the sea was even more peaceful and tranquil.

Entering through a concealed entrance below the boat, Feng Yi changed into the clothes Jia handed him, ate something, and returned to the Ancestor Factory Headquarters with Jia.

Then, at the headquarters, he was greeted by a butler with tears in his eyes, full of care and affection, and subjected to two uninterrupted hours of loving nagging at the dinner table.

The rescue operation for Zone N7 had already started, and they had also received a signal from the purchasing station.

Without the threat of the powerful natural storm, everything returned to its proper order.

Monitoring Station.

After the second ultra-low-latitude typhoon weakened, footage transmitted by the weather reconnaissance plane heading to the remote island showed that although the buildings remained intact, the vegetation was damaged by the storm and rain. Under the gloomy sky, the overall feeling of the island was one of desolation and loneliness.

But if one continued to observe, there was a strange illusion that the island was about to burst forth with even greater vitality?

In the city where the Ancestor Factory Headquarters was located, at a subsidiary bureau of the United Protection Agency.

Team Leader Yuan, of the Special Investigation Group, had been closely watching the developments in Zone N7. When he learned of another powerful typhoon in a particular ultra-low latitude area on the ocean, these two typhoons, though far apart, were in a process of mutually increasing and decreasing strength.

By now, both typhoons had ceased to be numbered, and all actions were orderly underway.

"The rapid weakening of the typhoon in Zone N7 greatly reduced damages, and it also allows for faster rescue operations for Zone N7," said a team member.

Although they were not responsible for the situation in N7, they were equally concerned as members of the same organization were there.

While the team members were discussing this, Team Leader Yuan’s focus shifted a bit.

"Where exactly is that typhoon formed in the open ocean?" he asked.

A team member activated the electronic screen, pointed to a location, and said, "It’s not near any land, the only place affected by the typhoon was Feng Yi’s island."

"Feng Yi’s island?" Yuan asked with a grave tone.

"Yes, but Feng Yi wasn’t on the island; he was in the Ancestor Factory Headquarters Building. We had seen him before in Yue Gongyang’s office. A colleague has already contacted him for information. There’s only one caretaker on the island, who has taken refuge and safely weathered the storm."