Start the liver experience with push-ups

The boat sailed across the sea, dragging a long trail of churning waves.

Seagulls hunting for food flapped their wings, following behind, easily catching the fish and shrimp that were overturned.

Splash—

Suddenly, a head wearing a diving mask emerged from the waves, startling the flock of seagulls and sending them scattering in all directions.

“Hoo——”

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his face pale and his lips purple.

Then, he pressed his hand against his chest, trying to stop the painful, oppressive feeling from continuing to surge up.

It seemed that holding his breath in the sea for too long had made it difficult for him to readjust to breathing fresh air on the surface.

After half a minute, he finally gasped slightly and calmed down.

He looked at the passing fishing boat, then raised his head to look at the sun obscured by the clouds.

It should be around 12 noon now.

In the distance, there were scattered figures on the beach, and occasional exclamations could be heard.

It seemed that some tourists were trying to swim in the shallow water.

Fang Cheng retracted his gaze and refocused on his own experience.

This time, he only did two sets of push-ups and squats underwater with weights as a warm-up.

He spent the rest of the time trying to combine meditation and breathing techniques to practice these two skills together.

His purpose was to effectively cultivate the sense of Qi and guide the flow of heat.

He practiced until his breathing was completely disordered and he was extremely oxygen-deprived, before being forced to surface and return to the sea.

“Relying solely on holding my breath and pushing myself to the limit doesn’t seem to work.”

Fang Cheng sighed softly and looked down at the abyss-like seabed.

Although he had failed again, he had vaguely found some unusual feelings through this kind of training that challenged his limits.

It was just that this feeling was too ethereal and could not be grasped at all, and it was not known whether it was feasible.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes immediately became firm, and he whispered to himself:

“Let’s try a deeper place.”

After breathing on the surface of the sea for a few minutes, he had stored enough oxygen.

With a sudden dive, Fang Cheng darted downwards nimbly, like a whale sinking into the sea.

He quickly passed through the shallow water area intertwined with light and shadow, entered the increasingly dark deep-sea area, and finally arrived at the upper end of the seabed crevice.

Fang Cheng did not stop, but continued to dive down into the dark and cold bottomless cave, landing on the rocky platform used to exercise his body.

Standing here, he looked down at the deeper scenery of the seabed crevice.

He moved his hands and feet vigorously, swimming towards the deeper and darker depths.

A few seconds later, he successfully arrived at a rock that could barely provide a foothold.

Feeling the heavier water pressure, Fang Cheng first stood firm, then sat down cross-legged and began to practice meditation.

The environment of the abyss had an unspeakable loneliness and indifference.

Apart from the occasional sound of water flowing, there was almost no sound.

Moreover, because the sun could not reach it all year round, the water temperature here was very low, with a bone-piercing chill.

Every meter down, this chill deepened.

Fang Cheng was now at a depth of about 70 meters.

The pressure of eight standard atmospheres made the water here as heavy as a mountain, and the chill seemed to be frozen.

The cold, dark seawater surrounded him, silent like a dead and silent tomb.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes slightly and stopped breathing through his nostrils.

Without any effort, he easily closed his five senses and entered the level of "complete stillness".

This time, he did not force himself to run the breathing technique, but instead retreated and focused on finding that kind of feeling in the dark, making new attempts.

Extreme silence, extreme oppression, extreme cold.

It would make people's hearts uncontrollably produce emotions of fear and anxiety.

At the same time, it also suppressed the five senses to the limit, making it difficult for a person who could enter a state of meditation to shake his beliefs.

I don't know how long it took.

As if completely forgetting how to breathe, Fang Cheng's heart beat slower and slower, and his body temperature gradually decreased.

The cross-legged figure was almost frozen and motionless, and the muscles became completely stiff.

If it weren't for the occasional bubbles coming out of his nostrils, he would have looked like a high monk sitting in this dead and silent abyss.

At this moment, Fang Cheng felt that he had entered an unspeakable state of emptiness, his thinking was extremely active, and his soul was floating in the void of the universe.

He didn't even need to pay attention to his body, letting the body's instinctive consciousness take over.

He just needed to feel with his heart.

Feel how the hundreds of millions of cells in the body divide, regenerate, and annihilate, and see the hazy light bursting out in this process.

Feel how the bright red plasma in countless capillaries accelerates and decelerates, and hear the repetitive sound of rivers flowing.

Just when this mysterious feeling seemed to last forever.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind.

It was as if a spark was blooming in the endless darkness, fleeting.

At the same time, the heat flow hidden in the abdomen seemed to echo it, and it even moved slightly.

The stiff muscles of the body suddenly felt a little warmth, and breathing and heartbeat quickly accelerated.

The sealed hearing, smell, and touch suddenly surged in, and he could even clearly perceive the signs of the surrounding seawater flowing.

“This feeling?!”

Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and completely withdrew from the state of meditation.

Then, he kicked his feet and shot upwards like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, he escaped the dark and lightless abyss and crossed tens of meters of deep water.

With a "splash", he returned to the surface of the sea.

Fang Cheng's body rose and fell with the waves, and he took a few deep breaths.

When his state was adjusted, he carefully savored the insights gained from practicing meditation just now.

That wonderful feeling of observing oneself from a third-person perspective.

It should be a special experience triggered after entering deep consciousness.

The various subtle physiological phenomena within the human body that he saw were what Taoists called "inner scenery".

As for the reaction of the flash of inspiration in his mind and the induction of the heat flow in his abdomen at the end.

It should be the instinctive protection mechanism generated by the consciousness when the body is about to reach its limit.

That is, Fang Cheng vaguely figured out the method of "stealing the secrets of heaven".

If you want meditation and breathing techniques to run simultaneously and produce results.

The key is how to completely integrate one's consciousness and breath together, instead of going their own way.

It's just that meditation and breathing techniques are one static and one dynamic, one yin and one yang.

Running at the same time is like forcibly mixing water and fire together, and one party will always disappear first.

But.

What if you change a concept, a perspective?

The consciousness of meditation can actually become lively and agile, and the breath of the breathing technique can also be completely quiet.

The two are like yin and yang embracing each other, transforming each other until water and fire merge, inseparable from each other.

If you can reach this level, it is like the human body's physiological instinct, which happens naturally with the thought, and you don't need to spend too much effort to deliberately guide it.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the several prompt messages displayed on the panel.

【You have comprehended the mysteries of meditation, successfully introspected your body, skill experience +25】

【Meditation lv0 (31/100)】

The attempt to practice meditation to the limit like an ascetic monk has allowed this skill to increase by more than twenty experience points in a short period of time.

It also made Fang Cheng more certain that this road should be passable.

At least, when the meditation skill is upgraded, certain qualitative changes will inevitably occur.

The wind kept blowing her wet hair, and the waves surged in one after another.

At this moment, the horizon was gradually turning black, as if a storm was pressing in from across the ocean, weighing down the sky, and the setting sun was about to fall.

"Still not enough..."

Looking at the scene of the approaching storm, Fang Cheng floated on the sea, his body swaying slightly with the waves.

Not enough, not referring to his willpower.

But that the pressure from the environment was far from enough.

After finding a clear feeling, Fang Cheng felt invigorated and full of fighting spirit.

After resting, he immediately dived back into the sea and swam towards the underwater fissure.

This time, he was going deeper...

On the sea, the light-filled clouds surged rapidly, and the gloomy sky flickered.

In the deep sea abyss, Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on a volcanic rock, quietly closing his eyes in meditation.

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He only surfaced to breathe when the energy within his body was about to be exhausted.

He constantly tested his limits in this way, gradually increasing the depth.

From more than 60 meters, to more than 70 meters, and then to more than 90 meters...

The time he could persevere also became shorter and shorter, from 3 hours, to 2 hours, to 1 hour...

Until below 100 meters.

At this time, the surroundings had fallen into complete darkness and silence.

Even the light particles floating in the water were completely swallowed by the abyss.

Fang Cheng floated in this empty water area that perhaps no one had ever reached, like falling into the void of the universe.

Suddenly, a feeling of losing all strength and becoming small and helpless again arose.

The heavy water pressure squeezed his chest, and he could truly feel countless dark things surging.

It seemed that beneath his feet, in the deepest dark world, there was a place of eternal rest hidden.

Because he couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly, Fang Cheng didn't sit cross-legged, but simply lay on his back.

Using the buoyancy of the seawater and the balancing ability brought by the pile stance practice, he tried to maintain a suspended posture as much as possible in the surging undercurrents.

Until he felt that he was no longer sinking, he tried to calm down and began to practice meditation.

Meditation is not only done by sitting cross-legged, but also by lying down or standing.

However, in such an extreme environment, maintaining a state of concentration and purity of mind is ten or a hundred times more difficult than on land.

It can be said that it is a great test of the practitioner's willpower, not to mention reaching the elusive level of entering a meditative state.

In addition to the body having to maintain a state of instinctive alertness, constantly resisting the impact of the undercurrents.

The mind also needs to overcome the sense of oppression and fear from the depths of the soul.

Fang Cheng spent a full half an hour to barely adjust his state, allowing his body and mind to gradually calm down and enter meditation.

By this time, most of the oxygen stored in his body had been consumed and could not be maintained for long.

Unconsciously, time also passed.

The sun slowly sank into the turbulent sea.

The dark clouds were like a huge curtain, adding a touch of mystery to the sunset.

In the abyss a hundred meters deep, Fang Cheng closed his eyes, lay suspended on his back, and remained motionless.

From time to time, undercurrents surged, pushing his body down.

But soon, his body muscles would react instinctively, and his limbs would slightly adjust their movements to offset some of the impact.

Then he would return to a silent and motionless posture, like a sea turtle sleeping in the abyss.

His breathing was extremely weak, and his heartbeat was barely audible.

Looking closely, Fang Cheng's nostrils would occasionally emit a string of fine bubbles, which was the waste gas discharged from his lungs.

This shows that oxygen was gradually being exhausted.

Just as his pores were opening, using the instinct of Water Breathing to absorb as much of the meager oxygen molecules in the deep sea as possible.

Suddenly, a stream of gray-white mist slowly seeped up from the bottom of the unfathomable fissure.

This mist seemed to be attracted by Fang Cheng in meditation, surrounding the surrounding seawater.

As his pores opened and closed all over his body, it was absorbed into his body in wisps and strands.

This made Fang Cheng feel relaxed and happy, and his energy recovered slightly, so he continued to maintain his meditation state.

Lines of prompts also appeared in a situation he could not be aware of.

[Meditation experience +1]

[Meditation experience +1]

………………

At the same time, there was a continuous stream of mist surging up from the bottom of the abyss.

Moreover, it was not only the location where Fang Cheng was.

The entire seabed fissure, which stretched for tens of thousands of meters, was spewing out gray-white smoke, like the constantly rising heat from a volcano.

This gradually increased the temperature of the cold seawater, and also gave this silent and dead seabed forbidden zone a little vitality.

The mist followed the seawater all the way up, gathering to the surface of the sea.

Then it surged to the shore with the tide and spread into the mountains and forests.

Slowly, it almost enveloped the entire Yong'an Island.

The night deepened, and the fog was thick.

The sea, as black as ink, was stormy, and occasionally large raindrops fell.

A small轮船 turned off its lights, shut down its motor, and floated in the middle of the sea.

The hull rose and fell with the waves, constantly shaking.

Many people in waterproof combat uniforms were sitting in the cabin, and the guns and other weapons in their hands made slight cracking sounds, doing pre-war checks.

Li Chengjun stood on the deck, holding infrared binoculars in both hands, observing the towering sea cape two kilometers away.

In his field of vision, a group of figures vaguely appeared on the cliff, seemingly preparing some kind of sacrificial ritual.

Putting down the binoculars, Li Chengjun glanced at the fluorescent watch for diving.

It was still early, not even 11 o'clock.

"Special Envoy, will I have to go down later?"

Tang Dayuan walked out of the cabin shrinkingly, looking at the turbulent sea, and couldn't help showing a look of embarrassment: "I'm a little afraid of water..."

Before he finished speaking, he趴on the舷and kept干呕.

Li Chengjun glanced at him with a slightly disgusted look.

An ability user was actually seasick and afraid of water, which was simply a burden.

So he said impatiently: "You stay above, take care of the equipment on the ship, and if anything goes wrong, I will only ask you!"

Tang Dayuan was overjoyed when he heard the words and quickly made a guarantee.

Li Chengjun was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to observe the bottom of the sea cape with binoculars.

There were several speedboats hidden there, and the other three ability users under his command would lead the team to be responsible for the surprise attack.

Then he looked towards the hillside where the True Thought Society's base was located.

Luo Lie should also be lurking in the planned position at this moment.

Waiting for them to send a signal, they can also start here.

Just as he was thinking, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the cockpit:

"Officer, the radar shows something is happening under the sea, it seems that a large group of fish is swimming towards here!"

Li Chengjun's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he quickly turned his head to look behind the ship.

At this time, he also heard the sound of the seawater being拨动.

I saw a shadow vaguely appearing under the sea, like black mist spreading in the water.

Looking closely, you can find out what the so-called "fish群" actually is.

They are like humans but not humans, like fish but not fish, and their bodies draw一道道轨迹in the water, as if the undercurrents on the seabed are surging.

As they got closer and closer to the ship, you could still see墨绿色鳞片shining with a幽暗gloss.

Li Chengjun couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Fortunately, these monsters did not attack the轮船, but continued to swim towards the sea cape, towards the mysterious and unpredictable abyss.