Volume 3: Global Vanguard & The Advanced Pinnacle
Night descended upon the East Sea like a thick block of black ink steeped in the briny stench of salt and demonic beast corpses.
Thirty zhang deep beneath the seabed of the Forward Submerged Island, a meditation chamber had been carved directly into a thousand-year-old mass of ice-cold basalt. The four moss-covered stone walls were reinforced with twelve layers of soundproofing and mana-sealing array runes. The flame of a green whale oil lamp burned flickeringly on the stone ledge, casting dancing, yellowish light across the room.
Outside, the undercurrents of the deep sea continuously battered the rocky cliffs, emitting muffled sounds like the heartbeat of a sleeping prehistoric behemoth. Yet inside the stone chamber, the silence was so profound that one could clearly hear every drop of sweat beading from the hair roots and falling onto the granite floor.
Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the round jade platform, his spine straight as a spear thrust deep into the earth.
The magical robe on his body was tattered to shreds after the earth-shattering bloody battle with the Eight-Headed Water Python. Every muscle fiber on his chest and arms was crisscrossed with bruised scratch marks, where the venom that corroded skin and flesh still retained a chillingly fishy aura. His internal organs were violently shaken, and after continuously bursting forbidden arts and operating mana beyond tolerable limits, his magical meridian pathways were now parched and burning like riverbeds cracked after a three-year drought.