Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1545 - 742-2: The Abyssal Dragon Palace Emerges
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The sturdy claws and fish-like heads are pieced together, exuding a nauseating aura of horror.
However, at this moment, facing Fang Cheng suspended in the Abyss, they display an unusual submissiveness.
The Merfolk are continuously swimming in the seawater, their throats emitting low growls, as if extremely excited.
The face resembling a monstrous fish doesn’t show specific expressions, but from their lowered heads and cautious swimming posture, it clearly reveals a peculiar reverence.
They swarm around the outer edge of the golden halo, head to tail, gathering more and more.
Like a group of the most devoted believers, they are bowing in worship to the descending deity in the Abyss.
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Meanwhile, inside the underground cavern of the True Thought Society.
The Truth Stele standing atop the altar is emitting an unprecedented azure glow.
Zheng Hongxin, leaning on a cane, quickly walks to the foot of the steps, with Chen Jiandong closely beside him.
Standing behind them are several core members responsible for guarding the altar.
Among them are two chief figures from the True Thought Society, Zhao Lei and Wu Yingshan.
Everyone’s gaze is firmly attracted by the stele on the altar.
On the originally grayish-white bone stele surface, a dynamic image is clearly emerging.
It’s a scene of deep, silent, rippling seawater.
As the stele’s perspective extends downward, a city ruin sheltered by a massive blue light shield suddenly appears in everyone’s sight.
The rugged stone pillars and collapsed monuments loom amidst the darkness, presenting an ancient and desolate spectacle.
Zhao Lei raises his arm, rubs his shiny bald head, his face full of confusion.
"Chairman Zheng, this Truth Stele acted strangely today, spontaneously activating its patrol mode. Instead of illuminating the fixed checkpoint on Yong’an Island, it directly targeted this completely unfamiliar place."
He hollers loudly, explaining the previous situation:
"When my men notified me, I couldn’t comprehend what was happening, so I quickly had them invite Instructor Chen and Supervisor Wu to take a look, but they couldn’t make it out either, which is why we disturbed your rest."
Zheng Hongxin remains silent for a moment, his chest heaving violently, suddenly blurting out:
"That is the disappeared Guixu Dragon Palace!"
Once these words are uttered, everyone around is shocked, swiftly turning their heads to look at the elderly Vice Chairman.
Chen Jiandong swallows hard, eagerly questions:
"Teacher, are you saying this is the place recorded in the ancient texts?"
Zheng Hongxin nods heavily, the veins bulging on the back of his hand clenching the cane, faintly quivering:
"No doubt about it, the first Chairman’s memoirs described in detail the ancient city he glimpsed in the deep-sea whirlpool, which looks exactly like this."
"As for President Su, before he disappeared, he mentioned that within that underwater ruin lies a significant secret related to the fate of the True Thought Society’s vast members."
Chen Jiandong suddenly realizes, his eyes shining bright:
"Are you saying, the portal to the Otherworld that President Su mentioned is inside this underwater ruin?"
"That’s correct."
Zheng Hongxin exhales deeply, gazing at the giant pillar of light rising in the center of the ruin.
"Hey, look, what’s that?"
Wu Yingshan, standing aside, suddenly points her finger towards the dark waters above the city ruins.
Following her directing finger, everyone gazes towards the end of the light pillar.
In the pitch-black Abyss where one can’t see their hand, a dazzling golden light orb is suspended.
It quietly lies in the center of the water body, like a sun born in chaos from mythological tales.
Appearing gentle and tame, yet at its core surges an overwhelming energy capable of Mountain Shifting and Sea Overturning.
As if ready at any moment to tear through tons of seawater and soar into the nine heavens, illuminating the entire Nine Provinces Land.
Zheng Hongxin’s pupils suddenly constrict, immediately raising his hand to signal:
"Jiandong, quickly use Telekinesis to guide and enlarge the image of that light orb!"
Responding, Chen Jiandong steps forward half a pace, his hands swiftly converging in front of his chest.
He closes his eyes, and a stream of invisible Telekinesis shoots out from his brow, directly hitting the Truth Stele.
Ripples spread on the surface of the stele, and the image rapidly zooms in.
With the view enlarging, everyone is astonished to discover that in the dark waters surrounding that golden brilliance, there are many greenish-black figures resembling demon monsters roaming.
Those are Merfolk!
Zheng Hongxin and other members of the True Thought Society immediately recognized these all-too-familiar monster traits.
In the image, hundreds of menacing Merfolk are entangled with each other.
They are connected head to tail, forming an impermeable barrier of flesh, as if protecting something within the light globe.
Everyone held their breath and gazed intently once more.
Through the gaps surrounded by those Merfolk, deep within the golden light globe, a vague humanoid silhouette faintly appeared.
Wu Yingshan covered her slightly parted red lips and gasped:
"What is happening? Could the abnormality of the Truth Stele have been caused by this person?"
At that moment, the seawater in the image suddenly started to violently ripple.
A circle of visible ripples spread outward, as if an undersea earthquake had occurred.
The Merfolk that originally surrounded the area sensed this wave and scattered, opening up an unobstructed path.
The figure previously hidden within the golden light globe was instantly fully revealed to everyone.
Moreover, it became extremely clear under the illumination of the light.
It was a young man, completely naked.
He sat quietly, cross-legged in the Abyss, suspended at a depth of ten thousand meters without any external support.
Golden flames, as if tangible, gently caressed the finely sculpted muscle lines of his body like a work of art.
A broad and full chest, abdominal muscles as if sculpted by axes and blades, radiated an indescribable masculine beauty under the gold’s reflection.
His eyes were slightly closed, his expression exuding an air of transcendent tranquility.
In this Abyssal Hell, symbolizing death and confinement, he was surrounded by countless terrifying and ugly Deep Sea Demon Monsters.
He was like a compassionate god, the Vajra Bright King, subduing the Netherworld Hell.
The demonic and divine merged on this flesh, completing the most soul-stirring fusion.
Clang!
Zheng Hongxin’s cane slipped from his hand, falling onto the rocky ground.
The old man’s knees buckled; he almost knelt down, pointing at the stele’s image, his voice shaking completely out of tune:
"It’s... it’s Chairman Fang!"
"Chairman Fang?!"
Below the altar, all members of the True Thought Society were instantly struck as if by lightning.
The whole place fell silent, only the heavy, gasping breaths echoed within the spacious cavern.
Zhao Lei’s Adam’s apple awkwardly moved once, a bead of cold sweat slid down his shiny bald head, shattering at the boot’s edge.
The rugged man, who always trusted fists, feared nothing on heaven or earth, now let his hands hang by his sides as his fingers trembled uncontrollably, unable to form a complete sentence.
Chen Jiandong was similarly filled with shock.
He raised a hand to adjust his glasses, the eyes behind the lenses full of disbelief, his lips repeatedly murmuring the word "miracle."
It’s known that the True Thought Society previously chose to collaborate with the Industrial University to undertake ocean research plans.
The aim was to create the most advanced pressure-resistant deep-sea diving equipment to reach the bottom of the Changyuan Trench, to the legendary Guixu Dragon Palace.
But now, this newly appointed Chairman Fang managed to easily dive into the ten-thousand-meter deep Abyss with just the human body.
Not only did he survive, he even treated that death zone as a site for cultivation, peacefully sitting for meditation!
Wu Yingshan stood at the back, her hands overlapping on her chest.
Her beautiful eyes rippled, her gaze unblinkingly fixed on the image of the man who seemed god-like and majestic.
Amidst the reverence flooding her eyes, there was an unmistakable surge of excitement and obsession.
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Deep within the Changyuan Trench.
The darkness weighed heavily on everything around.
Yet in this Abyss representing utter desolation, a golden light globe tore open a fissure aggressively.
The light rippled like tangible waves in the seawater, illuminating the surrounding dormant dark green Merfolk in detail.
Fang Cheng sat silently at the center of the light, his eyelids lightly quivering.
He then slowly opened his eyes.
Two beams of lightning-like gold shot forth from his pupils, instantly splitting the seawater ahead.