Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Swain looked into his eyes.

This was the first time he had felt so clearly just how strong Xilun's desire for power truly was.

That wasn't the eagerness of a young disciple driven by ranking and vanity.

It wasn't a spur-of-the-moment impulse triggered by the rewards for core disciples.

Rather, it's a deep-seated sense of urgency.

It was as if some terrifying thing was constantly chasing him from behind, and if he stopped for even a moment, he would be dragged into the abyss.

Swain knew that a dangerous object was sealed in Siron's right arm, and that the seal on the eight-armed evil god at the bottom of the Blackwater Abyss had only ten years left.

But he had a vague feeling that Xiren's desire to become stronger might not be just for survival.

This young man carries within him something he has never told anyone.

Swain remained silent for a moment.

"The more convenient the method, the greater the price to pay."

"It could be pain, it could be scars, or it could be a lot of money."

"Some prices, once paid, cannot be undone."

Xilun nodded.

"I can handle it."

"Don't rush to answer."

Swain tapped the tabletop with his finger.

A wisp of blue energy lifted the teapot beside her and poured a cup of hot tea for Xilun.

"The third level of the Overturning Sea Technique contains an ancient method, which you should have already seen."

"Sink into the sea five hundred feet deep, and use the water pressure to refine your acupoints."

"This level of training efficiency is more than three times that of the current array training rooms. If the body adapts well enough, it may even reach five times."

"But in that kind of place, every breath feels like swallowing molten iron. The pressure from the sea will squeeze inward from your skin, eyes, eardrums, and even every acupoint."

"If your energy malfunctions, your heart may rupture before I can save you."

Swain paused, his voice low.

"The last person to practice the ancient method of sinking into the abyss was Allah."

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Xilun is no stranger to this name.

Allah, once a core disciple.

He advanced to the fourth rank at the age of twenty-five. Later, he hunted down a high-ranking alien species overseas and returned to Star Ring City with a severely injured body, traversing thousands of miles.

Such a person might not appear even once every ten or twenty years.

"Allah's first dive lasted only an hour."

Swain continued:

"After getting ashore, he suffered from ruptured capillaries all over his body and remained unconscious for two days."

"Do you still want to try?"

Xilun picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

The warm tea entered his stomach, but it did not cause him to hesitate in the slightest when answering.

"try."

Swain stared at him for a long time, then suddenly stood up.

"Come with me."

The two left the cave.

Instead of taking Siron to the deep water training chamber in the inner courtyard, Swain headed down the cliff.

The night wind grew stronger.

The rocks along the way were slippery, and large patches of black moss grew on the cliffs.

The deeper you go, the clearer the roar of the tide becomes, as if a giant beast is lurking in the darkness, panting for breath.

After walking for half an hour, an ancient stone gate appeared ahead.

Swain placed his hand on the door.

Boom!

Dust settled down, the stone door opened inward, and a damp, chilly atmosphere rushed out.

Behind the door is a sloping stone path.

Embedded on both sides of the wall are whale blubber lamps that emit a ghostly blue light, which, when it reaches the end, vaguely reflect a surging black sea.

Xilun paused slightly.

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That familiar, decaying seaweed-like scent reminded him of the Blackwater Abyss.

"here it is……"

Swain walked ahead, his voice drawn out by the sound of the waves.

"The Sea of ​​the Dead"

"The ancient method of the Overturning Sea Technique, the Abyss, is the most suitable place to cultivate."

The two walked out of the stone path.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

Inside the massive sea cave, an endless expanse of dark sea is churning.

There was no moonlight, no stars, only layers of pale waves crashing against the rocks, creating a deafening roar.

In the distance, beneath the surface of the sea, occasionally a huge shadow would slowly drift by.

The disciples and stewards on duty on the shore noticed the commotion and turned to look.

Many people were surprised after they saw Swain and Xiren clearly.

Swain stood on the beach, his robes fluttering in the strong wind.

He pointed to the dark sea.

"I'll ask you one last time."

"At a height of five hundred feet, all I can guarantee is that you won't die."

"As for how painful it will be and what price you will have to pay, only you can bear it."

Xilun gripped the Thunder Spear tightly, took off his outer robe, and neatly placed it on the reef.

The cold sea fog settled on his skin, condensing into fine droplets.

He walked over to Swain and looked into the depths of the waves.

"As long as I don't die, that's enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the Sea of ​​the Dead.

Chapter 651 Six Hours Underwater

The icy seawater instantly submerged their legs.

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The Sea of ​​the Dead is not actually formed by the gathering of the dead.

It is located underground in the mountains north of the Holy Light Monastery, and is connected to several deep underground streams.

Hundreds of years ago, a brutal war against demons broke out here, and tens of thousands of sea beasts and extraordinary beings perished at the bottom of the water.

Over the years, the deathly aura emanating from the corpses seeped into the water, making the seawater cold and icy.

If a low-level extraordinary individual stays in that environment for too long, their vital energy will gradually decline, and their spirit will be eroded.

For this reason, this place is usually only open to inner court disciples who practice special techniques.

Xilun walked forward more than ten steps, and the seawater reached his waist.

A chilling aura seeped into the body through the pores.

The eight-armed evil god's remains deep within the right arm trembled slightly before being suppressed back into silence by the thirty-six blood locks.

Swain came walking on water.

His shoes sank into the churning sea, and with each step he took, the surrounding waves would mysteriously calm down.

The power of the fourth-level extreme realm has begun to affect the outside world, forming a nearly absolutely stable area around him.

"The third level of the Overturning Sea Technique is called Sinking Abyss, not for the sake of mystification."

Swain looked at Xiren.

"The creator of this technique initially sank into the deep sea abyss and opened up his acupoints under the pressure of being on the verge of death."

"When the body is compressed by the pressure of the sea, the strength will instinctively contract. What you need to do is control this contraction, not just resist it."

"By applying pressure, energy is repeatedly forced into the flesh and blood, and then released from the acupoints."

"With each cycle completed, some impurities in the body will be expelled, and one's strength will become more powerful and refined."

Xilun nodded and wrote down all of these words.

"The later improved method used array formations to simulate pressure, which was less efficient but safer."

"The ancient methods are different."

Swain looked serious.

"The sea will not stop pressing down just because you are injured."

"I won't interfere for the first hundred feet. After three hundred feet, I'll control your descent speed. Once we reach five hundred feet, I'll only take you away when you're about to die."

"Until then, no matter how painful it is, you need to persevere on your own."

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"clear."

A large number of people have already gathered on the shore.

Most of them were disciples who cultivated near the Sea of ​​the Dead, while others were deacons responsible for guarding this forbidden area.

Someone recognized Xilun and spoke in a low voice:

"Is that Xilun?"

"The man next to him is Elder Swain."

"What are they going to do?"

An older disciple who practiced water-based techniques watched the two's movements, then suddenly realized something and his expression changed slightly.

"Could it be some kind of ancient method of sinking into the abyss?"

"Ancient methods sinking into the abyss?"

"Dive directly into water five hundred feet deep and use real sea pressure to cultivate the third level of the Overturning Sea Technique."

"Hasn't this method been abandoned by everyone a long time ago?"

"It seems that the last person to use this method was Allah."

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

A genius of Allah's caliber might only appear once every ten or twenty years.

Even so, when he first attempted to cultivate in the Abyss, he almost damaged his foundation.

Although Xilun has already broken into the top ten of the inner court, his strength is not yet fully developed.

It's a bit too early to dive now.

"He just passed the assessment for prospective core disciples, the first of which was to complete the Overturning Sea Technique in six months."

"I see."

"Would they risk their lives to finish the assessment ahead of schedule?"

Some people had complicated expressions.

The rewards for core disciples are certainly tempting, but if one damages their internal organs during cultivation, even the finest treasures cannot make up for it.

Amidst the murmurs, Siron and Swain had already disappeared into the waves.

Beneath the sea surface, all sounds suddenly faded away.

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Xilun slowly sank.

The pressure wasn't particularly strong for the first few dozen feet.

He doesn't need to deliberately hold his breath; his swimming talent allows his skin and internal organs to draw a small amount of air from the water.

After he starts practicing the Overturning Sea Technique, the surrounding water will naturally conform to his body.

This is also one of the reasons why he dared to try the ancient method of sinking into the abyss.

One hundred zhang.

The faint blue light filtering through the sea was already extremely weak.

The surroundings gradually darkened.

Xilun activated his Thunder Eye, and tiny arcs of electricity appeared deep within his pupils, making the water flow and rock walls within dozens of feet clear again.

A school of slender white fish swam by in the distance.

Sensing Swain's presence, the fish instantly changed direction and disappeared into the crevices of the rocks.

One hundred and fifty zhang.

The seawater pressure began to increase significantly.

A dull ache rose in Xilun's chest, and his eardrums felt as if two invisible hands were pressing inward.

Every inch of flesh on the skin's surface is subjected to continuous compression.

His descent speed did not slow down.

The Thunder Dragon's Heart beat steadily.

Boom!

Boom!

With each heartbeat, vibrant blood rushes to the limbs, counteracting the chill and numbness brought by the seawater.

Two hundred feet.

Crack.

A slight cracking sound came from Xilun's shoulder.

It wasn't a bone fracture, but rather the muscles were compressed by the sea pressure, causing minor misalignment of the joints.

He mustered his strength, instinctively trying to push away the surrounding seawater.

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Swain's voice, however, traveled directly through the water to his ears.

"Do not resist."

"Relax your body and let the sea wash over you."

With a thought, Xilun immediately withdrew his outward-emitting power.

boom!

The moment he lost his strength to resist, the surrounding seawater seemed like countless heavy iron hammers, simultaneously pounding on his body.

His chest suddenly caved inward.

Blood seeped from his mouth and nose, but was quickly washed away by the seawater.

The pain spread rapidly from the skin to the internal organs.

Xilun gritted his teeth and did not try to exert his strength again. Instead, he followed the instructions of the Overturning Sea Technique and allowed his strength to contract deep into his flesh and blood with the pressure of the sea.

Two hundred and fifty feet.

My lungs felt like they were being repeatedly crushed by a heavy millstone.

Even with adaptive organs, Xilun still experienced a strong feeling of suffocation.

His body could draw air from the water, but his internal organs couldn't immediately adapt to this terrifying pressure.

Xilun's vision went black for a moment.

The internal energy seemed to be disrupted by an invisible hand, and the originally smooth breathing became intermittent.

If it were an ordinary Tier 3 Extraordinary, they should stop descending at this moment.

Xilun did not look up.

He adjusted his posture and continued downwards.

Three hundred feet.

There was no light around.

Swain raised his hand, and a wisp of deep blue energy landed on Xiren's shoulder, controlling their descent speed.

From here on, the pressure changes significantly with every ten zhang increase.

Three hundred and fifty feet.

Blood began to seep from beneath Siron's skin.

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The dense blood droplets had barely appeared when they were swept away by the ocean current.

The Golden Tortoise Cicada's Shedding Talent activated, and the tiny wounds quickly closed, only to burst open again in the next moment.

Rupture, healing.

Healed, then ruptured again.

The intense pain felt like countless steel needles piercing his body repeatedly.

Four hundred feet.

The heartbeat of the Thunder Dragon began to become heavy.

The seawater squeezed every blood vessel, rapidly slowing blood flow. Xilun's limbs grew cold, and his fingertips gradually lost sensation.

Swein kept his eyes on him.

If Xilun's heartbeat pauses even for a moment, he will immediately stop cultivating.

However, each time that heart is forced to slow down by pressure, it bursts forth with even stronger vitality.

Like a thunder dragon trapped beneath the deep sea, it crashes against its cage again and again.

Four hundred and fifty feet.

A crack appeared in the right rib of Xilun.

The Golden Tortoise Cicada's Molting talent rapidly repairs injuries.

His face had turned pale, and his body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Swain frowned.

"Should we continue?"

Unable to speak properly underwater, Xilun simply pointed downwards.

carry on.

Swain gave him a deep look, then led him down again.

Four hundred and eighty feet.

Four hundred and ninety feet.

Five hundred feet!

The moment they reached the predetermined depth, Xilun's body jolted violently.

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The seawater here is no longer just quiet and oppressive.

Several underground currents collide with each other above the seabed, forming deep-water whirlpools of varying sizes.

Each vortex carried immense power, sometimes tearing at Xilun's limbs, sometimes slamming into his body from the side.

Xilun was as if it had been thrown into the most violent and turbulent waves.

However, every drop of seawater here is countless times heavier than the waves on the surface of the sea.

Swain released his grip.

"This is the most suitable place."

His voice still came through clearly.

"I remember you also practiced the Styx Breath technique."

"The deathly aura of the Sea of ​​the Dead is corrosive to ordinary people, but it may not be entirely harmful to you. If you can absorb it by circulating the breath of the Styx River, that spell will also be indirectly tempered."

"Let's begin."

Xiren barely managed to steady himself.

A throbbing pain shot through the depths of my head, as if I would be crushed by the water pressure at any moment.

He suddenly understood why the ancient method of sinking into the abyss had been abandoned by the monastery.

In such an environment, simply surviving is extremely difficult, let alone staying conscious and operating a complex cultivation technique.

But he has already arrived here.

There's no reason for them to go back empty-handed.

Xilun slowly closed his eyes.

Let's begin.

Following the route of the third level of the Overturning Sea Technique, he exhaled the last wisp of turbid air from his lungs and then drew in fresh air from the seawater.

The first breathing exercise was only halfway through when an undercurrent disrupted the rhythm.

The strength suddenly stopped in my chest.

Xilun felt a sweet taste in his throat, and fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't open his eyes.

The second breathing exercise.

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