True Body Emerges, Bodhidharma Gains Insight, and the Terrifying Senior Brother Dingguang!

Water gurgled and surged, mingling with the rasp of sinew and bone moving together.

At the bottom of the pool.

Meng Chuan closed his eyes and imagined the true intent within the technique as vividly as he could.

Unable to see through the Black Tortoise's eyes, he imagined himself as Baxia, chained beneath the sea...

In his mind, a streak of crimson appeared at the horizon. An indescribable terror was about to descend.

His forehead felt slick with grease, and sweat poured down like rain...

The pressure grew heavier, spreading from his body into every limb and bone like deep-sea currents.

Silt churned, and the water's surface grew stranger still.

Splash—

He pulled his hands and feet free of the pool bottom and slowly let himself sink through the water.

His intent surged. He drew the crushing weight of the entire pool onto his back. Above him, the water roared like a violently flushing toilet as a vortex several feet across coiled downward, deep and vast.

Meng Chuan had forced this pressure upon himself. Every pore on his body reddened, leaking fine beads of blood.

Even his body struggled to bear it. The pressure was immense...

In the distance, Jueming and his junior brother rose to their feet without realizing it, gripped by an inexplicable dread.

They stared at the disturbed pool. Even their heartbeats seemed affected, pressed down to a sluggish rhythm.

Jueming looked a little disheveled, but his expression remained calm.

It was Meng Chuan, after all. Jueming had seen enough not to be surprised...

His junior brother alone looked stunned. All the composure he had cultivated over the years vanished as he fidgeted, scratching his ears and cheeks.

It was like dragging a little knife across your backside...

An eye-opening experience!

Suddenly.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes