Then, with a powerful kick of his legs, Fang Cheng shot upward like a straight arrow, bursting through the water.
In the blink of an eye, he escaped from the lightless Abyss, crossing tens of ters of deep water.
With a "whoosh," he resurfaced.
Fang Cheng’s body bobbed up and down with the waves, taking several deep breaths.
Once his condition was adjusted, he carefully reflected on the insights gained during the practice of ditation.
That peculiar sensation of observing oneself from a third-person perspective.
It must have been a special experience triggered after entering a deep level of consciousness.
The various subtle physiological phenona observed within the human body are what Cultivators refer to as "introspection."
As for the final burst of inspiration in his mind, which activated a warm flow in his abdon.
It was probably an instinctual defense chanism of his consciousness when the body was about to reach its limit.
That is, the "Stealing Heavenly Secrets" technique Fang Cheng had vaguely deciphered.
He wanted to allow ditation and Breathing Technique to operate simultaneously and effectively.
The key was how to fully integrate one’s consciousness with their breath, rather than each operating independently.
However, ditation and Breathing Technique are two skills, one still and one in motion, one Yin and one Yang.
Operating them simultaneously is like forcibly rging water and fire, where one tends to extinguish the other first.
But.
What if the concept, the perspective, is changed?
The consciousness during ditation can also beco lively and agile, while the breath from the Breathing Technique can beco completely tranquil.
Like the mutual transformation of Yin and Yang, until water and fire blend indistinguishably.
If such a state could be achieved, it would be like the physiological instincts of the human body, naturally occurring with a thought, without the need for much energy to deliberately guide.
With this thought, Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at several prompt ssages on the panel.
[You have grasped the essence of ditation and successfully practiced introspection on your body, Skill Experience 25]
[ditation lv0 (31/100)]
Practicing ditation to the limit like an ascetic monk boosted his Skill Experience by more than twenty points in a short ti.
It also confird Fang Cheng’s belief that this path was viable.
At least, when the ditation Skill is upgraded, there will inevitably be so qualitative change.
The wind continued to blow through his damp hair, and the waves surged one after another.
At this mont, the horizon was gradually darkening, as if a storm was pressing over from the far side of the ocean, weighing down the sky, with the setting sun about to fall.
"Not enough yet..."
Facing the scene of the impending storm, Fang Cheng floated on the sea, his body gently rocking with the waves.
Not enough, not in terms of his willpower.
But because the pressure provided by the environnt was far from sufficient.
After finding a clear sensation, Fang Cheng felt invigorated and his fighting spirit surged.
After resting, he dove back into the sea, heading towards the fissure on the seabed.
This ti, he aid for deeper depths...
Above the ocean surface, clouds infused with light stirred rapidly, the brooding sky flickering between brightness and darkness.
In the depths of the Abyss, Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on volcanic rocks, ditating with his eyes closed in tranquility.
He would only resurface for air when his Internal Qi was about to be depleted.
By constantly testing his limits and gradually increasing the depth...
From over 60 ters, to over 70 ters, and then to over 90 ters...
And each ti he lasted shorter and shorter, from 3 hours, to 2 hours, to 1 hour...
Until he reached below 100 ters.
At this point, everything around him was plunged into complete darkness and silence.
Even the stray light particles in the water were completely devoured by the Abyss.
Fang Cheng floated in this possibly unexplored expanse of water as if he had fallen into the void of space.
Suddenly, he felt as if he had lost all his Strength and beca small and helpless once again.
The intense pressure of the water compressed his chest, and he could truly sense countless dark entities stirring around him.
It seed that just beneath his feet, in the deepest darkness of the world, lay an ancient and unchanging resting place.
Due to the inability to see his surroundings, Fang Cheng did not sit in ditation but simply lay on his back.
Using the buoyancy of the sea and the balance ability brought by Pile Skill practice, he tried to maintain a floating posture as much as possible amidst the surging undercurrents.
Once he felt he was no longer sinking, he tried to calm his mind and began to practice ditation.
ditation is not limited to sitting cross-legged; one can also cultivate while lying down or standing.
However, in such extre conditions, maintaining Concentration and a state of mind free of distractions is ten to a hundred tis more difficult than on land.
It’s a true test of a Cultivator’s willpower, let alone reaching the elusive level of entering ditation.
Not only must the body remain instinctively alert, constantly resisting the impacts of the undercurrents.
But the mind also needs to overco the oppression and fear from the depths of the soul.
It took Fang Cheng a full half hour to barely adjust his state, allowing his body and mind to gradually quiet down and enter the ditation practice.
By this ti, the stored oxygen in his body was almost exhausted, and he could not maintain it for long.
Unknowingly, ti also passed by.
The sun slowly sank into the tumultuous sea.
The dark clouds, like a massive curtain, added a touch of mystery to the sunset.
In the 100-ter deep Abyss, Fang Cheng was motionless with his eyes closed, lying back and floating in serenity.
Occasionally, an undercurrent would push him downward.
But soon, his muscles instinctively reacted, his limbs subtly adjusting to offset so of the impact.
Then he would return to a still posture, resembling a turtle asleep in the depths of the Abyss.
His breath was faint to the extre, his heartbeat barely audible.
Upon a closer look, tiny bubbles occasionally escaped from Fang Cheng’s nostrils, the waste gas expelled from his lungs.
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