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Fang Cheng was like a javelin, tearing through the waves on the surface of the sea and plunging straight into the deep, dark blue.

As a series of tiny bubbles surged, the clamor on the sea surface was instantly stripped away.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and all that could be heard was the low, continuous rumble of water being pushed aside.

Fang Cheng did not rush to exert force, but let the huge inertia when entering the water carry his body diagonally downward.

He was adjusting his state of mind while also sorting out the logic behind this crazy operation in his mind.

The calls that rang out again in the trench just now were definitely not a hallucination.

In Fang Cheng's perception, this call was like a longing that transcended endless time and space, filled with indescribable emotions.

It was as if, in some mysterious way, there was a destiny binding them together.

However, Fang Cheng did not believe that he had been mentally manipulated.

With his "epic" omniscient language talent, coupled with a mental attribute of 71 points, any external force that attempts to interfere with or distort his mind will be detected and isolated the moment it invades his consciousness.

Then, consider the intelligence data collected previously.

Zhenxiang is currently collaborating extensively with the Industrial University, investing significant human and material resources to develop a deep-sea probe.

According to the professor's analysis last night, there may be a civilization relic that does not belong to this era at the bottom of the Longyuan Trench, and it may even be a door to the "other world".

The reason why the True Thought Society is willing to spend astronomical sums of money to forcefully push forward the so-called scientific research project is that it wants to drive a probe down there to find some kind of treasure or opportunity.

For Fang Cheng, however, the intention to explore the Long Deep Trench was more pragmatic and urgent.

As his physical attributes improved and his martial arts realm continued to break through, the dantian qi sea formed by the gathering of true qi in his body had expanded to an unbelievable extent.

If an ordinary cultivator's dantian is a pond, then his body is indeed filled with a vast ocean.

To allow the internal energy to undergo a further qualitative change, or even simply to fill this parched ocean, the required life energy is an astronomical figure.

The dozen or so ancient remains that were just retrieved contained highly refined energy radiation.

But for him now, it's at best a small treat.

What do we do after we run out of these ancient remains? Are we supposed to search the whole world for any remaining bone fragments?

Instead of continuing with piecemeal efforts, we should simply follow the clues and find the source of the ancient remains directly.

Since those bones could be washed up from the seabed more than 10,000 meters deep by geological movements.

At the very bottom of that trench, there must be an unimaginable treasure trove.

This was a high-stakes gamble, but he held the chips of absolute confidence.

Fang Cheng swung his legs alternately, clenched his fists slightly, and felt the explosive power flowing through his limbs and bones.

His extraordinary physique, with a score as high as 95, has long surpassed the limits of human bone and muscle density.

It is comparable to special alloys with high toughness and high tensile strength, and is strong enough to withstand the pressure of deep seawater that can crush iron plates into tofu.

His 81 points in agility attribute allowed him to achieve a level of nerve reflexes and muscle coordination that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Even when encountering drastic changes in water flow during descent, it can avoid most of the destructive force like a swimming fish.

As for oxygen, the most deadly enemy for ordinary humans when diving, it is not worth mentioning to Fang Cheng.

In the secular world of diving, the world record for freediving without any breathing equipment is only a little over 100 meters.

Moreover, those professional divers must reduce their heart rate to a dozen beats per minute when they dive, and their lungs are compressed to the limit. If they make even the slightest mistake, they will bleed from all seven orifices.

As for the scientific researchers who carry specially made gas cylinders and have a large logistics team to support them, the maximum depth is only about 300 meters.

Fang Cheng possesses the extraordinary talent of "Water Breathing".

This ability allows him to absorb free oxygen molecules directly from the surrounding seawater through his pores and skin, just like a marine organism.

Moreover, even in extreme sports conditions, he can hold his breath for an hour using only his internal energy.

If he can calm his mind and enter a state of deep meditation, he can even survive for two days and two nights without any form of external breathing, relying solely on internal circulation.

The natural law of survival of the fittest was forcibly torn open by his extraordinary attributes.

This also makes the adventurous act of challenging a 10,000-meter-deep abyss a real possibility.

"Then let's go down and see what's hidden down there?"

Fang Cheng murmured to himself, his eyes shining brightly in the dim seawater.

He suddenly straightened his waist and abdomen, and his legs, like a huge single-leaf tail fin, fanned out a fine vortex in the water.

He suddenly accelerated, like a black torpedo, plunging straight into that unknown abyss.

From the surface to a depth of over 100 meters, there is a light-transmitting zone on the ocean surface.

The seawater here still carries the warmth of the sun, at around 20 degrees Celsius.

Fang Cheng descended at an extremely fast speed, and the water around him made a whooshing sound like a whirlwind due to the high-speed friction.

Occasionally, groups of fish around were startled by this unexpected visitor and scattered in all directions, turning into streaks of silver lightning.

In just a few breaths, Fang Cheng had already passed through this vibrant water layer.

The seabed ahead began to slope downwards, revealing large areas of grayish-white volcanic rock.

He didn't linger there; he pushed off the cliff face with his foot.

Several tiny cracks suddenly appeared on the hard volcanic rock.

Using the reaction force, his body increased its descent speed once again, crashing headfirst into the darkness below.

After crossing two hundred meters, Fang Cheng felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall of water.

That is the thermocline, which has a very distinct tactile quality in the deep sea.

Due to the lack of sunlight, the salinity and density of the seawater here change drastically, and the water temperature drops dramatically from 20 degrees Celsius to about 4 degrees Celsius within a depth of only a few dozen meters.

The biting cold seeped into the flesh through every pore. If an ordinary person were to be exposed naked to this temperature, they would lose consciousness within minutes due to a sudden drop in core body temperature.

However, Fang Cheng's internal energy and blood were already circulating spontaneously, and his scalding internal energy flowed through his meridians, like a tireless furnace, blocking all the coldness from his skin.

The stark contrast between body temperature and cold water even created a faint trail of steam composed of tiny bubbles on its side.

As they continued to descend, the light began to decay at an exponential rate.

At a depth of about 300 meters, the surrounding fish and reefs had completely disappeared from view.

Fang Cheng's eyes, which could see clearly even in the dark, finally became useless here.

The limit of light transmission in seawater is right here; below that lies an eternal night environment where not even a single photon can reach.

This is a pure darkness that can drive you mad. You lose all reference points in all directions, and your sense of space and time begin to distort at this moment.

The whole body feels like it's buried in a silent grave, causing an overwhelming sense of fear from the bottom of one's heart.

Fang Cheng remained remarkably calm, slowly closing his eyes. Although his vision was impaired, his mental perception spread outwards like a tidal wave.

In his perceived world, the surrounding scenery becomes a three-dimensional model composed of water flow fluctuations, temperature changes, and gravitational pull.

He could clearly "see" that the jagged cliffs on both sides were arranged like the fangs of a monster, and the dark brown rock surface was covered with crust-like sponges and parasites.

When we descended to about 500 meters, we began to see sporadic, eerie lights around us.

Those are deep-sea predatory fish that have evolved bioluminescent organs. They glow with eerie green or pale light bubbles and wait silently for their prey in the darkness.

As Fang Cheng's body, brimming with hot blood and qi, swept past them, these monsters, accustomed to deathly silence, seemed to sense the pressure of a predator of a higher power. They extinguished their lights and desperately burrowed deeper into the rock crevices.

The descent continued, six hundred meters, seven hundred meters, eight hundred meters...

For every 10 meters the water descends in the ocean, the pressure in the water increases by approximately one standard atmosphere.

At the kilometer mark, Fang Cheng accomplished a milestone feat!

Because in modern civilization, this is the maximum depth that conventional combat submarines can reach.

The submarine's steel hull, several centimeters thick, would creak and groan under the pressure of seawater at this point.

The pressure here reaches one hundred atmospheres.

This means that every square centimeter of Fang Cheng's skin is firmly pressed with a weight of 100 kilograms.

"Hoo..."

Fang Cheng exhaled a slight breath of stale air, the peristalsis of his internal organs was crystal clear in his mental perception.

It wasn't until he reached this depth that he truly felt a sense of pressure.

The immense squeezing force surged from all directions, like a tightly sealed iron mold, desperately compressing his muscles into his bones.

His chest cavity shrank slightly inward, every muscle fiber was taut and straight, and his skin even turned an unusual bluish color due to the high pressure.

But that's all.

His 95-point physique makes every cell as resilient as a high-molecular polymer.

This immense natural force, capable of instantly crushing ordinary people into a pulp, was to him nothing more than carrying a small mountain on his back while struggling to move forward.

What truly alarmed him was the distortion of the sound and the undercurrents.

The speed of sound in the deep sea is nearly 20% faster than at the surface, which makes the surrounding sounds extremely strange.

Even the slightest sound is amplified countless times in your ears.

It was as if some monster lurking in the darkness was letting out a low growl, disturbing his mind.

The roaring sound of blood surging through the body also became exceptionally loud.

Each heartbeat felt like someone was beating a drum with a leather-wrapped hammer.

Boom, boom, boom...

Amidst this somber drumbeat, the suction force emanating from the deepest part of the trench finally began to reveal its fangs.

Starting at 1,500 meters, the ocean currents cease to be chaotic horizontal scouring and instead converge into a massive directional downward vortex.

The unique funnel-shaped geological structure of the trench creates a terrifying natural gravitational field that endlessly pours the upper seawater into the bottomless abyss.

Fang Cheng, being in the middle of it, felt as if he had fallen into a giant funnel.

As he spun, the surrounding undercurrents were like countless iron chains, pulling and tugging at his limbs, trying to slam him hard against the jagged cliffs on both sides.

Fang Cheng did not try to fight against the descending eddy, but instead went with the flow of the water.

The extraordinary agility attribute was brought to its fullest potential at this moment.

His limbs and waist swayed slightly with a peculiar rhythm that no ordinary person could achieve, precisely deflecting the fierce undercurrent.

At the same time, the body traces zigzag lines in the rapids, moving freely through narrow crevices in cliffs only tens of meters apart.

The speed of descent also increased dramatically under the influence of gravity.

Two thousand meters, three thousand meters, four thousand meters...

When you cross that invisible boundary of four thousand meters, the surrounding environment has completely transformed into a lifeless void.

Four hundred standard atmospheres is equivalent to a squeezing force of four hundred kilograms per square centimeter.

This is no longer a simple concept of "burden".

This land seemed to have become a giant hydraulic press, with every drop of seawater as heavy as mercury.

Fang Cheng's capillaries began to succumb to this inhuman pressure, and a series of tiny crackling sounds emanated from under his skin, a sign that some of the capillaries were rupturing under the high pressure.

Then, his bones began to make dull protests.

The spine, in particular, endures unimaginable deformation and stretching under terrifying pressure.

Even with a physique stat of 95 points and an absurdly strong physical defense, Fang Cheng's body finally reached its limit without any special abilities.

"Domain Deployment!"

Just then, Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, a faint flame flickering in his gaze.

boom--

A blindingly bright golden light, originating from his brow, burst forth in the four-thousand-meter-deep abyss.

The Primordial True Domain is fully unleashed!
In an instant, the rich pure yang energy transformed into wisps of tangible golden flames, which blazed fiercely on the surface of his skin.

The terrifying temperature, enough to incinerate mountains and boil seas, displays a breathtaking power.

The seawater within a half-meter radius was instantly vaporized without any hindrance.

Glug glug!
Extreme heat and extreme cold clash most violently in the deep sea.

Countless huge white bubbles, carrying scalding steam, surged upwards in a series, making the surrounding seawater appear as if it had been thoroughly boiled.

In this eternally unchanging dark abyss, Fang Cheng seemed to transform into a sun that had fallen into the sea, radiating an incomparably domineering light and heat.

The power of the domain transformed into an indestructible golden shield, forcefully pushing out a half-meter absolute vacuum within the water body at four hundred atmospheres of pressure.

In an instant, most of the terrifying pressure exerted on him dissipated.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, and his internal organs, which had been under pressure, returned to their proper positions.

He was bare-chested with muscular upper body, and the golden flames on his body left a trail several meters long in the darkness.

Like a golden meteor, it continued to fall into the endless void below with unstoppable momentum.

Four thousand meters, five thousand meters, six thousand meters...

After crossing 6,000 meters, we finally entered what the scientific community defines as the "hyperabyssal zone." (End of Chapter)