Chapter 521.
At a depth of over four thousand five hundred meters, Wang Feng felt he had reached his limit. He had already used all his resources, four of the hundred-thousand-year-old soul bones, the power of the blood mark, and his Dark Angel Martial Soul. Even with all that, he had barely managed to reach five kilometers.
The remaining five hundred meters would be his final trial—his chance to surpass the limit.
By this point, the weight of the chains had increased exponentially. Under the immense strain of his mental power, every movement felt more than ten times heavier. The pressure was overwhelming.
Wang Feng knew without a doubt, even a Titled Douluo at rank ninety-five or ninety-six would be instantly crushed under such force.
In the past four months, he had improved. In fact, he had grown even more than Hu Liena and the others. But because he was already so powerful, the improvements seemed less dramatic. Only his mental power had soared—it had become like a vast, torrential river, forming a mental sea as expansive as a lake.
Now, at a depth of five kilometers, Wang Feng floated quietly on the seabed, his body glowing with an intense light. This was his complete form—the same one he used when fighting the demonic whale.
Without maintaining this form, he would not have survived. Regression was the only other outcome. Even with his heightened perception, the seawater's pressure prevented him from extending his mental senses too far. Holding three massive chains in his hand, Wang Feng remained silent.
"These last five hundred meters…" he muttered.
He was far stronger than when he first entered the sea—mentally and physically. But sinking these remaining meters in under a month felt even more difficult than climbing a mountain.
This was his true limit.
His soul power had nearly reached level 70. While Hu Liena and the others had gained at least five levels in four months, he had advanced barely one—and that was considered fast. Otherwise, it might've taken him half a year or more to level up once.
"I could use the Blue Flag," Wang Feng thought, "It would help me descend easily... but that would defeat the purpose."
These final five hundred meters were an opportunity for breakthrough—an intense trial to reach level 70 in one go. His body had to grow stronger. Otherwise, at his current cultivation speed, it would take a year to break through.
And once he reached level 70, he could obtain a God-bestowed Soul Ring—a vital step to climbing the one-thousand-and-one steps.
With that determination, Wang Feng resumed his descent. Whenever his will reached its breaking point, he reminded himself of his goals
He had much to fight for. If he failed, what would happen in three years? Tang San and the others—unpredictable.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing—uncertain.
The Spirit Hall? Who knows what it might become?
Wang Feng wanted to change the future he already knew. In this Douluo world, he had altered many regrets from the original story—things he had long wished he could change.
Bibi Dong's downfall, for example, had been due to her lack of divine inheritance. Without that ambition, the war with the three great sects—and the bloodshed involving Tang San—could have been avoided. Many lives might have been spared.
But above all, it was about himself. Wang Feng clung tightly to his faith and will.
Every meter past the five-kilometer mark brought exponential pressure. When his body reached its limits, he would use the Blue Flag to temporarily reduce the crushing force, recover slightly, and continue.
The process was torturous.
Every few meters, his bones cracked audibly. Blood seeped from his skin. His eyes filled with bloodshot streaks. His body underwent constant, violent transformations.
Layers of blood scabs would form over his skin, only to be shattered by the crushing seawater.
Destruction. Rebirth. Endless cycles.
The power of Meteoric Tears surged from his heart. Using his mental strength, Wang Feng directed that energy—brimming with vitality—through every inch of his body.
The pain was unimaginable—not the type that killed you instantly, but the kind that made you wish you were dead, increasing second by second.
Each time Wang Feng came close to death, he instinctively activated the Blue Flag to recover just enough to survive.
It was like walking a tightrope over death, every moment. Thanks to the Meteoric Tears and Blue Flag, he managed to stay alive—barely. Every additional meter cost him one to two hours of rest.
This kind of agony could easily break a person's will...
But finally, after more than twenty days, Wang Feng reached a depth of five thousand five hundred meters.
Now, his body radiated a faint halo. His skin had undergone another form of purification. With his eyes closed, he appeared in a trance-like state of selflessness, instinctively dragging the three chains to his destination.
But his aura was extremely weak.
Then, at that very moment—
Three powerful roars shattered the silence of the boundless deep sea, jolting Wang Feng awake.
For over twenty days, his body had fought against pressure. His mind had warred with exhaustion.
Now, his sea of consciousness surged.
His mental power had reached a terrifying level. It was a roaring river—pure silver light flowing brilliantly. In its center floated a green lotus, glowing softly.
As Wang Feng awakened, his thoughts returned in a rush.
"Sea soul beasts...!"
He instantly understood.
A gleam of light flashed from the trident mark on his forehead. One-third of the first trial was now complete. However, no notification appeared—because the trial was not yet over.
"This aura... it must be from creatures with over 80,000 years of cultivation."
He looked ahead and spotted faint, blood-red lights—eyes. The eyes of the three sea soul beasts.
He didn't hesitate. Before even examining his condition, he activated the Blue Flag, dispelling the oceanic pressure. At the same time, he released the Sea God's Lock.
In an instant, the pressure of the past five months vanished. A wave of relief swept over him—it was invigorating, liberating!
Wang Feng turned to face the three beasts. A dull rumble stirred the seabed—only creatures of enormous size could cause such movement. Light shimmered faintly in the abyss—not from Wang Feng, but from the sea soul beasts.
The first to appear was a blood-colored flood dragon, over forty meters long. Its form resembled a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, brimming with fierce, ancient blood.
An enormous Sea God's Lock wrapped around its body, thick as a tree trunk.
The second was a fierce crocodile, somewhat like the Winged Blizzard Crocodile, with crystalline sea-blue armor and wings like razors. Its eyes burned with ferocity.
The third... was a blue whale shark, radiating the most intense aura of the three. Wang Feng estimated its cultivation to be at least ninety thousand years.
It resembled a massive whale in size, yet its body was unmistakably shark-like—nearly eighty meters long.
Now, deep at 5,500 meters, Wang Feng had met three formidable sea soul beasts.
Each one was bound by a Sea God's Lock—but unlike his, theirs had pierced deep into their flesh, fusing with their bodies after years of entrapment. There was no undoing those chains.
Wang Feng hadn't expected to encounter them so soon.
"In the sea, even an ordinary 80,000-year-old sea soul beast is stronger than a 100,000-year-old land beast," he thought, unsurprised.
Just like the Sea God Island's Soul Douluo —able to match an average Titled Douluo in their own element. These three sea soul beasts were part of his trial.
He had to tame them—and sever the three chains.
Any other soul master in his current exhausted state would have been torn apart before even trying.
As the two purple-clothed sea soul masters once said: this challenge should be impossible.
But for Wang Feng?
"It's not impossible," he muttered.
The beasts sensed the divine aura around him long ago. But why wait until now to attack? Simple—they knew Wang Feng had reached his weakest point. After all, a human who could drag three divine chains into the deep sea had to be unbelievably powerful.
When Wang Feng had unleashed the power of his bloodline and Dark Angel Martial Soul at 4,000 meters, the beasts had sensed it. They waited until now—the moment of his greatest vulnerability.
The blood-colored flood dragon struck first. Even at this depth, it moved like lightning. Wang Feng remained inside the protective bubble created by the Blue Flag. Removing it now would expose him to immense crushing pressure—impossible.
As the blood colored flood dragon lunged, Wang Feng twirled the Blue Flag. With his soul and mental power nearly depleted, he still managed to expand the barrier, engulfing the blood dragon.
Suddenly, it was trapped in a vacuum, seawater vanishing from around it.
For a moment, the creature froze—and Wang Feng used that chance to dodge.
The flood dragon's body bristled with sharp spines, and once entangled, he knew he'd be in serious trouble. Although deprived of seawater, the blood dragon still possessed great strength.
Meanwhile, the other two beasts held back, observing the situation.
Then the whale shark opened its massive maw. Rather than attack, it unleashed a terrifying suction force.
Torrents of seawater surged into its mouth—including Wang Feng. Even a Titled Douluo would struggle against such suction.
Wang Feng struck back, kicking hard. The Star Cannon embedded in his leg bone fired, its energy merging with the star core. A burst of violent light shot into the whale shark's mouth.
But the pressure dampened the attack—far weaker than on land. Had they fought above water, the blast might have severely wounded the beast. Instead, its lower belly simply lit up for a moment—clearly injured, but not significantly.
Like a person swallowing a chili pepper: painful, but survivable.
The suction intensified. Wang Feng's torso lit up. He unleashed the Soul-Sealing Technique—a chilling blast aimed at the whale shark. But the flood dragon intervened, spitting out a blood orb that exploded into a crimson water wall. The chilling blast froze instantly upon contact, turning into a thick wall of ice.
Then the armored sea crocodile charged forward, shattering the ice and nullifying the Soul-Sealing attack.
The three beasts acted with cunning coordination—not perfectly in sync, but united in purpose: eliminate Wang Feng.
Treacherous and experienced, they expertly countered his every move. Wang Feng frowned.
Without stable footing in the sea, he couldn't unleash his full power. His plan had been to freeze the beasts, then siphon their energy to recover.
But they had outmaneuvered him.
As the whale shark's gaping maw closed in, Wang Feng's expression darkened.
The Xuanming Flying Sword met too much resistance in the deep sea—its power and speed diminished.
Even with his immense mental strength, aiming it underwater was futile. The Seven Kills Sword Technique was also unusable. His Domain of Original Sin alone wasn't enough to affect the three beasts.
He had to admit—they had chosen the perfect moment to strike.
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