Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 652 Celtic Fury

Another vortex crashed in from behind, and the energy that had just sunk into the acupoints instantly dissipated.

the third time.

the fourth time.

It wasn't until the seventeenth time that Xilun finally managed to capture a fleeting balance amidst the chaotic undercurrents.

The air pressure contracts inward as the sea pressure increases.

There was no resistance, nor did they collapse.

A wisp of the Overturning Sea Technique's power was pressed into the acupoints on the shoulder, and after being squeezed by the flesh and blood, it was slowly released from the other side.

Xilun's body trembled slightly.

The originally powerful but slightly impetuous energy became noticeably more concentrated after completing this cycle.

Extremely weak.

But it truly exists.

Xilun continued breathing.

once.

Ten times.

One hundred times.

As he gradually became familiar with the rhythm of the undercurrent, his body was no longer being pushed around by the whirlpool, but instead began to sway slightly with the current.

Whenever the undercurrent surged, he would use that pressure to send his strength into the deeper acupoints.

The pressure from the sea on all sides is no longer just torture.

They transformed into countless invisible hands, repeatedly squeezing and hammering his every ounce of strength.

The Overturning Sea Technique is operating faster and faster.

Swain hovered several feet away, surprise gradually appearing in his eyes.

Half an hour.

Xilun not only did not collapse, but had adapted to the 500-foot-deep water.

How is that possible?

The most difficult part of the ancient method of sinking into the abyss is not just the water pressure.

The inability to breathe, the strain on the internal organs, the impact of undercurrents, and the erosion of death energy—any one of these will continuously deplete the practitioner's physical strength and willpower.

An ordinary third-level extreme realm cultivator would approach their limit after half an hour of cultivation here.

Even with certain special physical conditions, they can usually only last for one or two hours.

However, it only took Xilun half an hour to find the most efficient operating state of the Overturning Sea Technique.

Swain observed intently.

Inside Xilun's chest cavity, his heart was beating exceptionally strongly, faintly radiating a thunderous vitality.

After being squeezed by the sea, it did not weaken, but instead quickly adjusted its own rhythm.

The internal organs are also changing.

During the first dive, Xilun's lungs were clearly unable to withstand the pressure.

However, after a short period of adaptation, they began to gradually change their breathing patterns.

The water flowed past him, drawing in the air through his skin and organs.

Once the wound reopens, the Golden Tortoise Cicada's Molting talent will immediately repair it.

The Heart of the Thunder Dragon.

Adaptive organs.

Talent for swimming.

Golden tortoise and cicada molt.

Several unique talents came into play at this moment, making Xilun's adaptability to the deep-sea environment reach an unbelievable level.

Swain's gaze grew increasingly strange.

If one did not see it with their own eyes, who would believe that a third-tier extraordinary cultivator whose strength is not yet fully developed could treat a five-hundred-foot deep sea as an ordinary training room?

Another half hour passed.

Xilun has not stopped.

One hour.

The seawater around him gradually formed a stable vortex.

The power of the Overturning Sea Technique enters and exits through various acupoints, becoming more condensed with each completed cycle.

The strength that had been tempered to more than 70% was now advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, wisps of black gas seeped out from the cracks in the seabed.

Swain's expression changed slightly.

That was the deathly aura that had settled deep within the Sea of ​​the Dead.

If an ordinary disciple comes into contact with it, their vital energy and spirit will be eroded.

He was about to dispel the deathly aura when he discovered that the black energy, upon approaching Xilun, did not penetrate his internal organs. Instead, it condensed into a blurry phantom of the Styx River behind him, following a peculiar breathing rhythm.

The Breath of the Styx operates on its own.

A wisp of death energy was absorbed into it, quickly losing its original corrosiveness and transforming into cold energy that merged into Xilun's body.

Swain remained silent for a moment.

It can even refine death energy.

This ancient practice, though seemingly extinguished, appears to have had no real negative impact on Xilun.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Xilun's body swayed with the undercurrent.

The deep sea has no day or night, only despairing darkness and relentless pressure.

The initial excruciating pain gradually turned into numbness.

Subsequently, mental fatigue began to appear.

To control the Overturning Sea Technique in this environment, one needs to squeeze every bit of attention to the extreme.

Even if the physical body can hold on, the consciousness will gradually become blurred as it is continuously depleted.

Swain slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

We've finally reached our limit.

If Xilun could even ignore mental exhaustion, he would almost doubt whether the Overturning Sea Technique he had been practicing all these years was a fake.

Xilun's breathing rate began to decrease.

The stable vortex around them also became disordered.

However, just as Swain thought he was about to finish his training, a hazy silver moon suddenly rose from the depths of Siron's mind.

Moon Recollection Meditation Method.

The silvery moonlight shone into my consciousness, and my weary spirit was quickly soothed.

While maintaining the Overturning Sea Technique, Xilun entered a meditative state.

His consciousness seemed to detach from his physical body, hovering above a quiet lunar sea.

The chaotic sounds brought by the deep currents gradually faded away, and the rate of mental exhaustion also decreased.

Swain's lips twitched slightly.

The physical problems were solved by the alien talent.

The death energy was absorbed by the breath of the Styx.

Mental fatigue can be relieved by meditation.

All the difficulties in the ancient method of the Overturning Sea Technique that would drive ordinary disciples to despair have somehow formed a strange balance in Xilun's case.

The fourth hour.

The fifth hour.

It wasn't until the sixth hour that Xilun's steady heartbeat finally became erratic.

Even the Thunder Dragon's Heart is not without fatigue.

After enduring the pressure of a 500-zhang sea for an extended period, his internal organs gradually approached their true limits.

The repair speed could no longer keep up with the reopening of the wound, and the trembling in my body became increasingly intense.

Before one breath was finished, Xilun's chest suddenly contracted.

The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed my consciousness like a tidal wave.

Swain appeared beside him instantly and grabbed his shoulder.

A deep blue aura bursts forth.

The surrounding seawater, which was dozens of feet deep, was forcibly pushed aside, forming a temporary waterless cavity.

The next moment, the two figures transformed into a streak of blue light and rapidly ascended towards the sea surface.

boom!

The sea, which had been calm for a moment, suddenly exploded.

Waves several meters high surged into the sky.

The disciples waiting on the shore retreated one after another, and then they saw Swain carrying Siron onto the reef.

Xilun was soaked to the bone, his skin was unnaturally pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his chest was heaving violently.

But he did not fall into a coma.

After his feet touched the ground, he only staggered half a step before regaining his balance.

There was silence all around.

Six hours have passed since the two dived into the deep water.

"Six hours —"

The old disciple who had previously recognized the Ancient Method of Abyss murmured.

He suspected he had miscalculated the time.

Allah only lasted an hour the first time.

Xilun, however, cultivated for a full six hours underwater at a depth of five hundred feet.

Swain waved his hand, sending a gentle stream of energy into Xiren's body to stabilize his internal organs, which were on the verge of collapse.

After a moment's pause, Xilun looked up and asked, "Teacher, how did I do?"

Swain remained silent.

He was momentarily at a loss for words to comment.

Agreed?

This is beyond what the word "good" can describe.

Amazing?

If the other disciples knew that Xilun had endured six hours of the Ancient Abyss Submersion Method on his first attempt, there would likely be a group of ignorant people who would follow suit and ultimately perish at the bottom of the sea.

A moment later, Swain withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

"It's alright."

The surrounding disciples' expressions immediately turned strange.

Six hours, is that alright?

Xilun nodded seriously.

"I'll come again tomorrow."

Swain's eyelid twitched.

"Not tomorrow."

"No matter how quickly your body recovers, it will still take time to eliminate deep damage."

"At least two days apart."

Xilun sensed the changes within his body and did not object.

In just six hours, his cultivation progress was equivalent to more than ten days of hard work on a normal day.

Moreover, this is only the first time.

Once the body fully adapts to the pressure of the deep sea, efficiency will further improve.

"it is good."

"Come again the day after tomorrow."

The ancient method of cultivating the abyss begins here.

After each session, Xilun applies a repair ointment all over her body to prevent minor injuries from accumulating into chronic damage.

One dose of ointment is worth 150 pounds.

It can only be used for a few days at most.

Such consumption would be difficult for even wealthy inner court disciples to sustain in the long run. Yet Xilun showed no reluctance whatsoever.

The money obtained from the stone fortress and the ancient cave was originally intended to be used to exchange for cultivation resources.

Gold tickets lost can be earned back.

Time, however, cannot be bought back.

While Xilun began his arduous training in the Abyss, a tall man in the fifth residence of the Inner Court also received a notice of assessment.

Tuo Yuan sat in the courtyard, with a thick, black stick lying horizontally beside him.

He read the notice and reached out to touch his slightly messy hair.

"Eight months from now, will you accept the challenge from Xilun?"

The deacon who came to deliver the message nodded.

"As a prospective core disciple, you need to fully cooperate with the assessment and must not deliberately go easy on me."

Tuo Yuan gave a simple, honest smile.

"Don't worry, I never hold back in a fight."

"However, with another exceptionally talented junior brother joining the inner courtyard, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold onto my fifth position for much longer."

He spoke calmly, showing no anger at being selected as a candidate for evaluation.

At thirty-nine years old, he had not yet advanced to the fourth rank, which meant that his potential was nearing its limit.

But the fact that young people can catch up with him is a testament to their abilities.

Maintaining his ranking is also a testament to his own ability.

"Eight months."

Tuoyuan picked up the long stick and flicked it casually.

Amidst a dull whistling sound, a test stone about half a person's height in the courtyard silently cracked open, the cut as smooth as a bayonet.

"Then let me see just how strong my junior brother, who can defeat Tinos, really is."

At the same time.

Inside a luxuriously decorated villa, heavy curtains blocked out the light.

The air was filled with the aroma of expensive incense mixed with wine.

Celt woke up on the large bed.

He was shirtless, with a beautiful young maid lying on each of his left and right sides.

Both of them were unusually pale, breathing weakly, and their brows showed undisguised exhaustion.

The Celts, however, were full of energy.

The spiritual method he cultivates is extremely special, requiring him to maintain complete emotional freedom without any suppression or blockage.

Therefore, his father, the wealthy guild master, specially collected beautiful women for his pleasure.

Whenever his emotions reached their peak, Celt would activate his spiritual magic, drawing power from the merged consciousness of both of them.

The women who enjoy his company will become listless and often need several months to recover.

The Celtics didn't care at all.

In his view, since the family provides these women with a life of luxury, they should naturally pay a price.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in."

A servant walked in with his head down and placed a copy of the assessment for prospective core disciples on the table.

"Young Master, this year's list has been announced."

"One of the people's assessments is related to you."

Celt put on his bathrobe and casually picked up the manuscript.

After a moment, the languid look on his face gradually disappeared.

"Defeat the Fourth Prince of the Inner Court, Erte, one year later?"

His finger stopped on the name of Xilun.

"Someone ranked tenth wants to use me as a stepping stone?"

The servant dared not respond.

Celtic got out of bed, walked to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself a glass of wine.

The dark red wine swirls gently inside the transparent glass.

He tempered 90% of his strength, and after the Golden Thunder Vortex underwent its sixth transformation, he also cultivated spiritual techniques and his family's martial arts.

At the age of twenty-nine, he became the fourth in the inner court.

In terms of both ability and potential, he has already reached the threshold of becoming a core disciple.

Now, the monastery has designated him as the final hurdle in the Siren examination.

It was as if Xilun could step on his name and enter the ranks of core disciples simply by defeating him.

"Who set the assessment criteria?"

"The headmaster signed it personally, but it's said that—"

The servant hesitated for a moment.

"It was supposedly Elder Swain who proposed it."

Click.

A tiny crack appeared on the surface of the wine glass.

Celtic's eyes darkened.

Swein.

He hasn't mentioned that name on his own initiative for a long time.

Back then, he was Si Yin's most outstanding disciple, and he almost never lacked the Overturning Sea Technique, resources, or medicines.

Koswain's training method is too slow.

The old man demanded that he repeatedly refine his foundation, forbade him from using shortcuts that could quickly enhance his spirit, and even more so, forbade him from using women to cultivate.

The Celtics were unwilling to wait.

He switched allegiance to another elder, and with the help of his family's wealth and new spiritual methods, he rose to the fourth rank in the inner court in just a few years.

Facts have proven that his choice was correct.

"My teacher still thinks I'm on the wrong path."

Celt gently swirled the wine in his glass.

"So you took on a new disciple, hoping he would defeat me and prove that my choice back then was wrong?"

He suddenly laughed.

The smile, however, had no warmth whatsoever.

"it is good."

"A year from now, I'll show him the truth."

"The so-called foundation that is slowly honed is utterly worthless in the face of true power."

Celt walked up to the weapons rack.

A black and gold longsword lay quietly on it.

The moment his fingers touched the hilt of the knife, both maids in the room frowned simultaneously.

An invisible spiritual aura spread through the air, as if a cold blade was pressing against their souls.

"Swain's prized disciple, I am enough."

Celt slowly drew his sword.

The black and gold blade reflected his gloomy eyes.

"If Xilun were sensible, he should have given up after the first two tests were completed."

"If he really dares to stand in front of me—"

A flash of light.

The wine cabinet in the distance split silently.

Along with a dozen or so bottles of expensive liquor, they were all neatly cut in half.

Celt looked at the dark red wine spilled all over the floor, and his expression returned to calm.

"I wouldn't mind killing him."

"Perhaps the teacher will hate me for this."

"But it doesn't matter."

"I will prove to him that only my path is correct."