Cai Hua threw the skewer into the fire, taking off his robes, leaving only his underlayer of clothing, Cai Hua gave a brilliant smile, before jumping into the river that was like silver, briefly disturbing the image of the sun that was mirrored on its surface. Yet the liquid was undoubtedly exotic Cai Hua left no ripple as he descended into the former ravine.
The river was perfectly still, aside from the movements caused by Cai Hua, the liquid never shifted from their original position. Perhaps then, it would be inappropriate to call the river as such, but instead, more as a lake. (But I’m not gonna do it anyway, because I already wrote a lot of the chapter, and can’t be bothered to go back and change all the words, also, technology is scary)
After several minutes had passed, he resurfaced, the silver liquid spontaneously trickling down back into the river. Thus, as he returned to the fire, there was no wetness on his body as Cai Hua immediately put on his robes once again.
“The pressure exerted by the water can enhance your body’s, of course, for me, the enhancement is insignificant,” Cai Hua said, sounding quite triumphant and surprisingly, somewhat exhausted.
“The water is quite heavy, but your body should be able to sustain it up to twenty paces, but since your density is a lot less than that of the liquid, you should carry a few bags of the liquid as you dive,” Cai Hua said to Ovid, passing a few leather canteens, Cai Hua proceeded to return to the carriage.
It was unnoticeable for Anna and Ovid, but at the edge of Cai Hua’s mouth, was a small trace of blood.
With a brief moment of hesitation, Ovid eventually did so as Cai Hua had instructed, holding the canteens, he walked into the water.
As he submerged, he heard Anna say from the shores, “Break a leg.”
Unfortunately, Ovid could not respond, as he had already unscrewed one of the canteens, filling it with water, Ovid began to sink into the silvery liquid.
The weight was oppressive, yet was quite bearable, perhaps even to the degree that normal humans could easily tolerate.
The liquid was rather opaque, though a limited range could be observed, the river was at this moment, too wide for anything of interest to be seen, or perhaps the river simply possessed nothing of note.
After reaching approximately six meters, Ovid unscrewed the lid off of another canteen. As liquid rushed to fill the container, the increased weight caused his body to submerge even further.
As shoreline disappeared from Ovid’s vision, an unusual hole appeared in front of Ovid’s visuals. Swimming toward the hole to observe it further, he found a large gem despot, though Ovid was not interested in such matters, he momentarily stopped sinking any further.
Inspecting it further, Ovid concluded that there must have been past geothermic activities that had caused the gems to surface, as the water pressure is far too low.
Naturally, this was where the bounder that fell next to Alexander had originated from.
One could wonder, what strength was required to make such an impact, that the force travelling from the very bottom of the ravine, would break off a piece of rock at the very top?
Observing closer, Ovid became shocked, as the entirety of the cliffs were made of gemstones.
Taking out a piece of the gemstone from the face of the rocks, Ovid swam toward the other side of the river, where he noticed that it was made entirely of gold and other precious metals.
Ovid did not pause to wonder how this had occurred, as it would be impossible to do so, and thus he proceeded to dive even further into the ravine.
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Indeed, it would be impossible to determine the origin of this ravine, as it had existed since time immemorial, and due to its wealth and splendour, had attracted the largest tribe of dragons, led by Julia many years prior.
The bloodshed seen 50,000 years ago was perhaps the bloodiest, but certainly not the only, as, before the dragon, there had been another settlement, and before that, there was another community.
Were it not covered by the lion, perhaps it would be the greatest mines in the Empire, with countless slaves and freemen working at this ravine.
Unknowingly, Ovid had reached twelve meters under the surface of the river, and his body has begun to shake due to the stress created by the pressure of the river.
Hence, Ovid stopped once again, placing his hands onto the cliff’s surface, he started to heave, as his lungs had begun half its normal size the sweat produced on his forehead inexplicably flowing upward and reappearing atop the silver river, giving off a distinct and unusual appearance.
After a long moment passed, Ovid once more began to sink, though now, he covered half of the opening of the canteen with a finger, so that he would descend at a far slower pace, giving Ovid a great deal more time to adjust to the pressure.
Ovid was not aware, but he had long crossed the twenty pace Cai Hua had told him as a limit.
The reasoning was quite simple.
Ovid simply did not know how much twenty paces is.
Regardless, Ovid felt his entire body becoming numb and blood began to pour out of his nose. The blood proceeded towards the surface, where the sweet smell lingered due to the still nature of the river.
This smell somewhat startled Anna, who laid asleep next to the fire, though soon afterwards, a soft snores came from her mouth, sounding as sweet as the blood on the river’s surface.
In a calm manner, Ovid attempted to stop his descent, yet under such pressure, his arm was not able to move to place the cap over the canteen or lead him upwards, causing Ovid to come to a loss.
Ovid released the few canteens filled with the liquid he was holding, yet still, he continued to sink at an equal pace.
This was truly peculiar and could not be explained with science, as this phenomenon was the result of magic entering his body, causing him to become equally heavy as the liquid itself.
Ovid felt his body continuing to lose its senses, and his arms and legs weighing like mountains.
Ovid mentally sighed, wondering if he will die of suffocation or crushed by the weight of the liquid first.
It’s actually a bit humiliating, Ovid thought to himself.
Time passed slowly, and at the river banks, Anna had woken up.
Seeing that Ovid had yet to resurface, she became extremely nervous. Running into the carriage, she saw Cai Hua, who was munching on her collection of dried food.
“There is no need to worry, Ovid will be fine, your companion’s body is actually stronger than I had originally thought, even if Ovid goes deeper than what I had instructed her, she would not be in danger,” Cai Hua, seeing Anna’s anxious expression, explained with a smile.
Yet after saying that, Cai Hua’s face immediately paled, leaving the carriage, Cai Hua reappeared before the banks.
Without taking off his robes, he jumped into the river, once again leaving behind no ripples.
Swimming past the gemstone and gold-filled walls, when Cai Hua had reached deep within the waters of the river, he could not a trace of Ovid aside from the canteens left behind.
Though his body was becoming exceedingly weak, he still divided further, yet the speed he was moving at was far to slow.
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Ovid was sinking.
While he had discovered that the liquid could actually substitute for oxygen, he could not stop his downfall as mana entered within his body, filling his flesh, blood and bones.
His body that had been tempered by saints and immortal’s blood was truly good, as even at such a pressure, it did not collapse, and the pain had long faded.
The clothes made by the receptionist was truly excellent, as it continued to remain unscratched despite the pressure.
Blood continued to flow from Ovid’s nose, and now, he would periodically vomit out blood, which seemed to become slightly white as Ovid continued to sink.
The ravine 50,000 years ago had been said to be five miles deep, and with the constant washing of time, would only have become deeper.
Thus, Ovid will sink for a long time.
The face of the ravine had become incredibly smooth as if a polished mirror.
At some point, the one hundred meter mark was passed, and the temperature of the liquid rises in temperature, boiling the sweat on Ovid’s forehead, leaving small bubbles to float up toward the surface of the river.
Ovid suddenly had a thought entered his mind.
Will I become boiled instead?
Thinking about this as he continued to sink down, Ovid felt incredibly depressed.
The sun in the sky had faded, and the starry sky has replaced its position in heaven.
Ovid had passed the two hundred meter’s mark.
A long time ago, Ovid had once known someone that had entered a submarine that had touched the floor of the Mariana Trench. Perhaps this was what the submarine felt like?
At this time, the mana within Ovid’s body began to slowly integrate with Ovid’s cell.
Abruptly, all the energy contained within those mana infused cells simultaneously increased countless fold.
Ovid, whos’ whole body became numb and was on the verge of losing consciousness, felt immense pain, as if countless needles were stabbing his body.
It seems that Ovid would not die of suffocation, being crushed by the weight of the liquid, or the heat created by the pressure, but instead, of sheer pain.