Chapter 26

This pool of water, which appears emerald green from the outside, is of unknown depth. The last time Yi Yun came to investigate, he was unable to reach the bottom.

He felt his eardrums start to hurt after descending about ten meters.

The eardrums are the most fragile part of the human body, and the pressure they endure is the first challenge for divers, even for martial artists.

Continuing to dive, the pressure on his internal organs was not too great, but his eardrums would rupture first. Yi Yun forcefully inflated the air in his mouth to increase the pressure inside, balancing the pressure on the inside and outside of his eardrums, which alleviated the pain.

Yi Yun didn't know how deep he had gone. The light was very dim underwater, and he could only see the dappled sunlight filtering down by looking up.

To easily find support in case of danger, Yi Yun stayed close to the rock wall. The wall was covered with jagged rocks that extended downward, becoming increasingly dark until they disappeared into the blackness below, like a terrifying, bottomless abyss.

Fortunately, Yi Yun had reached the Qi Chang realm, allowing him to hold his breath for an incredibly long time. He could stay underwater for fifteen minutes without needing to surface.

On Earth, the record for holding one's breath while diving is thirteen minutes, but those people have undergone professional training. If Yi Yun trained himself, he could last even longer.

The pressure continued to increase, and Yi Yun felt his lungs being compressed, his chest cavity filled with bodily fluids.

Especially his ribs, which support his chest cavity, were bearing immense weight. It felt like a giant bear was stepping on his chest, and Yi Yun could even hear the creaking of his ribs.

If he hadn't already completed the bone tempering, his ribs would have broken by now.

His abdominal cavity had completely contracted, and the immense pressure was compressing his bodily fluids and internal organs.

Gradually, Yi Yun felt he had reached his limit.

Deep diving is an extremely dangerous activity. If one loses consciousness due to the pressure, they will die without a doubt, their body slowly sinking to the bottom and being crushed.

On Earth, deep divers must prepare thoroughly, with safety equipment like ropes and balloons.

Yi Yun, of course, had none of these. He could only rely on his own judgment.

"Plunk! Plunk!"

The underwater environment was extremely quiet. Yi Yun could hear his own heartbeat and the sound of his blood flowing.

The sunlight in the mountains was not bright to begin with, and with such depth, Yi Yun's surroundings had become pitch black. In the quiet, dark, and high-pressure environment, the only thing Yi Yun could clearly perceive was the source purple crystal in his chest, which sent a cool sensation through his body.

This coolness, like the mythical Fountain of Life, was extremely weak but preserved Yi Yun's vitality, allowing him to maintain basic consciousness in such extreme conditions.

This feeling was like being trapped in a cave by a landslide on Earth, the same quiet and darkness, the same body pushed to its limits, the same presence of the purple crystal.

Yi Yun even felt that the purple crystal was like his last refuge. When his internal organs were damaged by the immense water pressure, the purple crystal slowly repaired them, allowing his organs to recover quickly and withstand the maximum water pressure.

Yi Yun didn't know how long he had been underwater. He continued to circulate his energy according to the "Dragon Sinew Tiger Bone Fist." When he felt that most of his breath was gone, he began to ascend.

Deep divers have little remaining energy and air in their lungs. Ascending requires a lot of effort. On Earth, divers usually rely on balloons to ascend, but Yi Yun had to do it on his own.

This was another major test for his heart and lungs.

Under such immense pressure, breathing and heartbeats had to withstand a hundred times the normal pressure.

Yi Yun held his breath, relying on his willpower and the vitality from the purple crystal, and swam out of the water inch by inch!

"Plunk!"

Yi Yun's head broke the surface, and he gasped for air. His face was pale, his lips devoid of color, and his pupils unfocused.

Diving for over twenty minutes and reaching a depth of more than a hundred meters, without any assistance except for a large rock, Yi Yun didn't expect to achieve such a level on his first practice of "Dragon Dance in the Ocean."

Yi Yun swam to the surface, his hair drenched. After a long time of deep breathing, he vaguely felt that his body was different.

The荒之力 from the荒骨 had been completely absorbed. Before coming to the pool, Yi Yun's body felt very full, but after this practice, he felt extremely hungry, as if he hadn't eaten for three or four days.

This was the effect of the "Dragon Sinew Tiger Bone Fist"!

The "Dragon Sinew Tiger Bone Fist," combined with the荒之力 from the荒骨, had greatly enhanced Yi Yun's strength!

"Really... so exhilarating!"

Yi Yun couldn't help but let out a long cry.

"Crack! Crack!"

In this cry, Yi Yun's joints made a crisp sound, like the sound of frying steel beans.

"Thunder Sound Realm, this is the third layer of the Mortal Blood, Thunder Sound!"

Yi Yun was overjoyed. The five layers of Mortal Blood were like water flowing into a channel, with no bottlenecks. As long as one practiced diligently and had sufficient energy, anyone could achieve the fifth layer of Mortal Blood.

However, although everyone could achieve the fifth layer of Mortal Blood, the speed of cultivation varied greatly.

Those with good talent not only progressed faster but also had a solid foundation, far surpassing ordinary people.

Those with poor talent could spend three to five years just to reach the fifth layer of Mortal Blood.

Yi Yun believed his talent was not great. When he came to this world, he was an ordinary person, weak and lacking strength, barely able to lift a thirty-pound stone lock.

How could such talent be good, let alone better than "Big Head," the son of the fire tender?

But with the help of the purple crystal, Yi Yun's cultivation had advanced rapidly. In just half a month, he had already reached the third layer of Mortal Blood.

Could he possibly become a Purple Blood Warrior in two and a half months, on the day of the Taiyi Divine Kingdom's warrior selection?

A Purple Blood Warrior, if placed in a small tribe like the Lian Clan, would be a significant achievement, causing a stir and frenzy among the clan members!

No matter who achieved the Purple Blood Warrior status in the Lian Clan, they would be revered like a god!

He would have the highest prestige and absolute power in the clan.

Yi Yun checked the time. This practice session had already reached the afternoon. From morning to afternoon, Yi Yun had been awake all night.

Just after breaking through to the third layer of Mortal Blood, Thunder Sound Realm, Yi Yun felt no fatigue. He meditated according to the "Dragon Sinew Tiger Bone Fist" for about an hour and felt as refreshed as if he had slept for four hours!

"It's about time to refine the荒骨. I've been practicing all day and am starving!"

Yi Yun hadn't eaten all day. The energy from the荒骨 had sustained him, so although he felt hungry, his body's energy supply was fine.

Now, after the high-intensity practice of the "Dragon Sinew Tiger Bone Fist," the energy from the荒骨 was depleted, making him feel even more ravenous.

Looking at the sky, the sun was about to set. Yi Yun returned to the village.

At the grain drying field, the large cauldron was burning brightly, and it was time to change shifts.

Seeing Yi Yun return, "Big Head's" father pointed to a pile of firewood and said indifferently, "Chop all this firewood. You did nothing all night, and we don't support idlers here. If you can't finish this, you won't get any porridge today."

Yi Yun was speechless. It seemed like he had eaten the porridge yesterday, but they had all rushed to grab it, and the grains in his bowl could be counted on one hand. After drinking the thin broth, they had already licked the iron bucket clean, no need to wash it.

Yi Yun sat in a corner and started chopping the firewood at a leisurely pace.

The logs were as thick as thighs and needed to be sawed and split into uniform pieces to ensure the fire for refining the荒骨 burned evenly.

Yi Yun did this without showing any emotion. No one knew that while chopping the firewood, his vision of the large cauldron was covered with red and blue energy points.

Previously, when Yi Yun used the purple crystal to absorb the medicinal power, he left some broth for Lian Chengyu, fearing that Lian Chengyu would discover the problem with the herbs.

But this time, absorbing the荒骨 was different. After absorbing all the energy from the荒骨, Yi Yun's strength would greatly increase, and he would no longer fear Lian Chengyu.

Yi Yun felt guilty towards Lian Chengyu and repented in his heart—

"Lian Young Master, I'm sorry. If I can't reach the Purple Blood Realm, there's nothing I can do. I'll have to consume the荒骨 completely, leaving nothing. I can only say sorry."

"If I luckily reach the Purple Blood Realm before absorbing the荒骨, I'll... well, still consume it completely. After all, the Purple Blood Realm is just the beginning of martial arts, and the road ahead is long."

"So, you might as well do a good deed to the end. I will remember you fondly."

After repenting, Yi Yun began to absorb the energy from the荒骨.

After his body was extremely energy-depleted, absorbing the荒之力 felt incredibly refreshing.

The emptiness of the body's energy, compared to hunger, had many similarities.

In a state of extreme hunger, having a feast of delicacies, what could be more blissful?

Yi Yun didn't hesitate to take from Lian Chengyu. He realized that this荒骨 would sustain him for a long time.

Lian Chengyu's crude method of refining the荒骨 probably only extracted a small portion of its essence, but even that was enough for him to break through to the Purple Blood Realm.

Yi Yun, using the purple crystal to absorb the energy from the荒骨, did so thoroughly and efficiently. With his low cultivation at the Thunder Sound Realm, his cultivation speed was astonishing, even to himself.

[The book title "True Martial World" has a similar title on other websites, which is quite unfortunate. With the number of novels exceeding a million, many authors write a title and a few chapters and then abandon them, leaving the title occupied. This has led to a shortage of available titles. "True Martial World" was a title I had planned to use for a long time, but I found it had already been used by an abandoned novel. Please recognize the author—Silkworm in the Cocoon—when reading "True Martial World."]

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