The Fist Intent Left Behind by the Nameless Ancestor?

The book's account of the Red Abyss was detailed.

At the end of the Red Abyss Chapter, he saw some notes someone had left there.

They seemed to have been added later.

"I've been to the Red Abyss. Three times."

"The first time, I stood at the edge of the rift for an hour. I didn't go in, because I knew that if I went in then, I'd be throwing my life away."

"The second time, I went inside. I walked along the Magma River for two days. I killed more than a dozen Flame Demon Warriors and found a Molten Heart. After refining it, my Flame Resistance increased greatly, and my skill gained the power of flame."

"The third time, I reached the Volcano Crater. I saw a strange Fist Intent—a golden light stretching across the rift like a scar that would never heal. I stood there for seven days and seven nights. I failed to comprehend it, not because I wasn't strong enough, but because I wasn't worthy yet."

Ye Xiao's face filled with astonishment as he read this.

"The Volcano Crater? Special Fist Intents?"

"What is this strange Fist Intent?"

"Could it have something to do with my Fist Intent Codex?"

Just then,

the old librarian, who had finished repairing an ancient book, came over to Ye Xiao.

He lowered his head and saw what Ye Xiao was reading.

Ye Xiao looked up and asked,

"Elder Qian, who wrote these notes?"

The other man pushed up his reading glasses, then leaned closer for a look.

It seemed something from the past had come to mind.

Then he said slowly,

"I think I remember who wrote these notes. It was a long time ago."

"He was a student here back then, too."

"I think his name was... Ye Zhenghe."

At those words,

Ye Xiao's mind buzzed, as if something had exploded inside his head.

His memories of his former self surged in like a tide!

Wasn't Ye Zhenghe his adoptive father?

He hadn't expected to find a trace of information left behind by his adoptive father here.

Then,

he noticed three warnings beneath the notes.

"If you're lucky enough to read this and are planning to head to the Red Abyss, remember three things!"

"First, don't go too deep. The Magma River is the dividing line. Beyond it lies the Flame Demon King's territory. Anyone below the Tenth Realm is no match for it."

"Second, don't stay too long. The Flame Demon King's will can erode your mind. If you stay more than seven days, you'll become someone else."

"Third, and most important—the Red Abyss's most precious treasure is the strange Fist Intent at the Volcano Crater. I suspect it may be a Fist Intent casually left behind by the Nameless Ancestor. Of course, if you're not a Martialist, you can skip this part."

That was the end of the Red Abyss Chapter.

Ye Xiao closed the book.

Elder Qian, the librarian, said, "From the look of you, you've already decided to go to the Red Abyss?"

Ye Xiao paused, then nodded.

"I don't know if I'm worthy, and I don't know if I'm strong enough."

"But I want to go see it."

He slowly clenched his fists, his resolve shining through.

"I want to see that Fist Intent!"

"The Fist Intent left behind by the Nameless Ancestor!"

"It could help my cultivation a great deal."

A faint golden light flickered across his knuckles, then faded.

Elder Qian witnessed the entire change.

He smiled faintly.

Then he took out a vessel about the size of his palm.

It held a green liquid.

He handed it to Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao stared at him in surprise.

"Elder Qian, what is this?"

The other man smiled. "A potion that can temporarily resist the fire poison in the Red Abyss. It lasts for twenty-four hours."

Ye Xiao's face lit up with surprise and delight.

"Elder Qian, how much is it? I'll buy it," Ye Xiao said firmly.

The other man smiled faintly, as if he could see the boy's stubborn pride.

"Pay the market price."

"Pay me back once you've earned some money," Elder Qian added.

After hearing that, Ye Xiao could accept the bottle of Fire Poison Resistance Potion without feeling indebted.

He carefully put it away,

then returned the book to Elder Qian.

Just then,

Elder Qian stood by the window and looked up at the sky over Jiang City.

The wind was strong, making the trees across the campus rustle.

The sunset spread across the sky like blood.

A red scar seemed to stretch across the heavens, its dark-red light like a half-open eye gazing down at the land.

"The day after tomorrow."

Elder Qian suddenly uttered the words out of the blue.

Ye Xiao asked in confusion, "The day after tomorrow? What about it?"

Looking at the sky, Elder Qian said, "The seal on the Red Abyss will be active the day after tomorrow. That'll be a good time to enter."

"There'll be plenty of people like you who want to venture into the Red Abyss."

"Sometimes, it's better to travel in a group than to go alone."

After leaving him with those meaningful, thought-provoking words,

Elder Qian paid Ye Xiao no further attention and went back to his own tasks.

As for Ye Xiao, he stayed there for a little while,

then left the library.

"Elder Qian said the seal on the Red Abyss will be active the day after tomorrow, making it a good time to go in."

"That must mean the passage won't open when the Red Abyss is stable."

"Even though I've learned a lot about the Red Abyss from books, I'll only truly understand it once I see it for myself."

The next day.

Ye Xiao had a full day to prepare.

He didn't go back to the Gravity Cultivation Tower to practice his punches.

Instead, he went to the Body Tempering Pavilion to strengthen his body.

At five in the morning, before dawn,

Ye Xiao stood outside the Body Tempering Pavilion. The door was always left ajar and had never been locked.

Nobody was interested in the place, and no one would steal anything inside.

Over time, even without a lock, hardly anyone came in.

Boom!

The iron door groaned, like a heavy sigh.

Ye Xiao walked inside without telling Wang Hou.

He wanted to come alone.

The hall was dim, lit only by the blinking green exit sign.

The huge machines stood silent in the darkness like sleeping beasts.

Ye Xiao walked over to the wall and pressed the master switch.

"Vmmm—"

One overhead light after another flicked on, their white glare blinding.

The machines emerged from the darkness, cold, hard, and silent.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the first machine.

The Ten-Thousand Catty Hydraulic Hammer.

He stood beneath the hammer and looked up at the enormous metal head.

Yesterday, he'd endured a thousand catties beneath it, leaving his shoulder red.

Today, he wanted to try more.

He took off his T-shirt and stood bare-chested, staring at himself in the mirror before him.

His shoulders were broader, his waist narrower, and his abs looked carved from stone.

Just a few days ago, he'd been an ordinary, scrawny boy.

A few days later, he looked like a statue carved from rock.