"Gurgle..."
The water stirred, rippling like flowing magma.
In the pitch-black depths of the sea, a figure desperately dove downward.
"----"
Wails seemed to linger beside his ears.
"----"
Despair seemed to coil around him.
"----"
Breathing felt as difficult as though it had been cut off.
"----"
His brain seemed to boil as if it were on fire.
These were scenes and sensations Fang Li had long since grown familiar with.
Submerged in the deep sea formed from pure death, Fang Li felt as though his entire body were falling apart, his bones emitting distorted cracking sounds.
At this moment, Fang Li was five thousand meters deep in the Sea of Death.
The buoyancy condensed from "death" swept toward him like a vortex, trying to fling Fang Li back to the surface.
In the past, Fang Li would likely have been blasted away long ago, waking from the soul space.
Yet today, something very strange had happened.
(This is going so smoothly...)
That was right.
It was going remarkably smoothly.
For some reason, Fang Li's challenge against the Sea of Death had become incomparably smooth today.
Before this, Fang Li had only been able to dive a little over four thousand meters before reaching his limit.
Yet now, having dived all the way to five thousand meters, Fang Li still felt that he had strength to spare.
(What exactly happened?)
Why had it suddenly become so smooth?
Fang Li could not make sense of it no matter how much he thought.
Naturally, Fang Li had no way of knowing that today's challenge was going so smoothly because he had gained a new understanding of "death" earlier.
He had realized that his eyes no longer contained only death, but countless other things as well. He was no longer the same