The boat sailed over the sea, dragging along a long string of tumbling waves.
Seagulls foraging for food fluttered their wings, following behind with ease, catching the overturned fish and shrimp.
Suddenly, a head wearing a diving mask emerged from the waves, instantly startling the group of seagulls into scattering.
Fang Cheng deeply exhaled, his complexion iron-blue, lips purple.
He then pressed his hand against his chest, attempting to stop the painful, oppressive feeling from continuing to surge.
Apparently, holding his breath underwater for too long caused him to still be unaccustomed to breathing the fresh air upon returning to the surface.
Half a minute later, he slightly gasped for breath, gradually recovering.
Looking at the passing fishing boat, then raising his head towards the sun hidden by the clouds.
It was probably around 12 noon now.
In the distance, there were specks of people on the beach, with occasional shouts heard.
It seemed that some tourists were attempting to swim in shallow waters.
Fang Cheng shifted his gaze back, refocusing on his bodily sensations.
This underwater weight-training session consisted only of 2 sets of Push-ups and Deep Squats as a warm-up exercise.
The remaining time, he spent trying to combine meditation and Breathing Technique, practicing these two skills together.
The goal was merely to effectively cultivate Qi Sense, guiding the hot flow.
He continued until his breathing was completely chaotic, severely oxygen-deprived, forcing him to surface and return to the sea level.
"Simply holding breath and pushing the limits seems non-viable."
Fang Cheng sighed lightly, looking down towards the sea bottom that appeared like an Abyss.
Although unsuccessful again, through such limit-testing training, he still vaguely discovered some unusual sensations.
However, these sensations were too vague and elusive to grasp, unsure of their feasibility.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s gaze immediately became resolute, muttering low:
"Try going even deeper."
After breathing at the sea surface for a few minutes, his body had stored sufficient oxygen.
With a strong dive, Fang Cheng swiftly plunged down, diving like a whale into the sea surface.
Quickly passing through the shallow waters where light and shadows interwoven, entering the ever-darkening deep-sea area, finally reaching the upper end of a seabed crevice.
Fang Cheng did not stop, but continued to dive towards the dark, cold abyss below, landing on the rock platform used for physical training.
Standing there, he looked down towards the deeper scenery of the seabed crevice.
Apart from the chaotic currents and faintly emerging rugged rocks, there was nothing else.
The light that penetrated from the sea surface was almost completely depleted here.
Even with Eagle Eye Vision, concentrating the faint light particles, he could barely make out the scenery within a dozen meters around.
Fang Cheng’s gaze slowly swept around, then he leapt into the turbulent dark current.
His limbs worked hard, swimming towards even deeper and darker depths.
A few seconds later, he successfully reached a rock ledge barely suitable for standing.
Feeling the even heavier water pressure, Fang Cheng first stood in Stance to stabilize his form, then sat cross-legged, beginning to practice meditation.
The environment of the Abyss had an indescribable loneliness and indifference.
Apart from the occasional sound of water flow, there was almost no other sound.
And because sunlight could not reach here throughout the year, the water temperature was very low, piercingly cold.
Every meter descending, this chill intensified.
Fang Cheng was currently at a depth of about 70 meters.
The pressure of eight standard atmospheres made the water flow heavy as mountains, the chill almost felt solidified.
Surrounded by icy-cold dark seawater, it was silent as if a quiet, somber graveyard.
Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly closed, his nostril breath halted.
Without any effort, he easily shut down his senses, entering the "Complete Silence" level.
This time he did not forcibly operate the Breathing Technique, but instead took a step back to focus on finding that indescribable feeling, making a new attempt.
Extreme silence, extreme oppression, extreme cold.
Could uncontrollably induce feelings of fear and unease within one’s heart.
However, it also suppressed sensory perception to the utmost limits, making it difficult for someone who could enter a Meditation State to waver in their beliefs.
Not knowing how much time had passed.
As if completely forgetting how to breathe, Fang Cheng’s heartbeat slowed down more and more, his body temperature gradually dropping.
His sitting form almost solidified immobile, muscles completely stiffened.
If not for the occasional bubbles from his nostrils, he would seem like a high monk in mortal transition, sitting in this silent, desolate Abyss.
At that moment, however, Fang Cheng felt he entered an indescribable state of emptiness, his mind extremely active, his soul floating in the void of the universe.
Even the physical body could be disregarded, letting the body’s instinctual consciousness take over.
All he needed to do was to feel.
To feel how billions of cells within divided, regenerated, annihilated, watching the faint glow burst forth during this process.
To feel how the red plasma within countless capillaries sped up, slowed down, listening to the repetitive, river-flowing sound.
Just when this profound sensation seemed like it would continue indefinitely.
Suddenly, a spark of insight flashed in his mind.
As if in the endless darkness, a spark burst forth, fleeting in an instant.
At the same time, the subtle warm flow hidden in the abdomen responded, slightly stirring.
The stiff muscles of the body suddenly felt a bit of warmth, breathing and heartbeat rapidly accelerating.
The suppressed hearing, smell, touch abruptly surged forth, even clearly sensing the movement of the surrounding seawater.
Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, completely exiting the Meditation State.