Long Sorrow Song - C99

After turning a corner, the fear of Ye Mo Han returning to his original position was greatly reduced. However, swimming in the middle of the passage was truly too difficult. Ye Mo Han slightly bad grasp of the strength, will hit the top, want to hit the top when the fall, will immediately put in the bottom. Fortunately, Ye Wen’s consciousness remained awake, and he stumbled forward in the passage. When he felt his fatigue increase, he stopped, grabbed the stone on the ground and began to meditate, before continuing on his journey.

Under these circumstances, Ye Wen’s swimming speed was naturally extremely slow. Fortunately, the pain in his entire body continued to decrease, so he did not have the leisure to think of giving up. Ye Wen’s cold mind only had one thought, and that was to swim past this place. As for whether or not he would be able to see the light of day after swimming through this place, even Ye Mo Han himself did not know.

Although Ye Mo Han couldn’t determine the time in the water, he could roughly deduce the time by his own body’s reaction. The suffocating feeling of Ye Mo Han’s body gradually increased. According to his usual experience, Ye Mo Han had determined that he had been swimming in this undercurrent for more than two hours. As the suffocating feeling intensified, Ye Wen’s heart began to panic. Ling Mumei said that it would take six hours for him to travel to this place, and he could only rest in the spring for four hours. After deciding to leave the valley today, Ye Mo Han had been thinking too much. He had thought that he could quickly swim through the secret passage to gain more time. He had not expected the situation in the secret passage to be so complicated. Ye Wen Han overcame the resistance of the current and advanced with great difficulty. He made up his mind that if he could not pass through this undercurrent today, he would return to the valley to practice the Breath Suspending Technique and be able to remain in the water for four hours before he would make his comeback.

After feeling suffocated, Ye Mo did not dare to stay any longer. He planned to use up all of his strength to advance forward in this undercurrent to the end. When a person is exhausted, action requires perseverance. At this time, Ye Mo Han was completely relying on perseverance to move forward. People who lost their way in the desert also needed to rely on willpower. Although they lacked water, they could at least breathe. On one hand, he had to endure suffocation, and on the other hand, he had to work hard to move his body forward. Ye Jianhan felt that his internal energy was like a treasure that contained endless treasures. Right now, there seemed to be a thin thread slowly growing inside his body. When this thread broke, Ye Wen’s body would be covered in the dark, and this thread was Ye Mo Han’s internal force.

Ye Wen’s pace became slower and slower, and his ears and nose seemed to be filling up with spring water, something he himself could not be sure of. Ye Mo Han had also lost all feeling for the wounds on his body. He was like a rotten zombie, wandering in the dark, unceasing stream. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, and Ye Mo Han quickly moved his arms. Every time he struck out with his palms, it would take a very long time to pull them back. Ye Wen let out a cold sigh. In that case, it seemed that he could only swim to this point today. Just as Ye Wen was about to give up, he heard a faint noise. The sound was not the same as the sound of flowing water, but it sounded like a muffled boom. Ye Mo Han thought that he was hearing things, but in his heart, he hoped that it wasn’t. He did not know where he got the strength from, but both of his arms struck out twice. The power of these two palms was the same as when he had first entered the spring. They were even more powerful than when he had first entered the spring. Perhaps this was Ye Mo Han’s last attack.

Ye Mo Han’s body was like an arrow that had left the bow, sticking close to the bottom. As he continued to advance, Ye Mo was certain that the sound he heard was not an illusion, but a true roar — the sound of a waterfall crashing down. Ye Mo Han remembered that Ling Mumei had once said that on the other side of the Undercurrent, at the bottom of the Wild Goose Falling Peak, there was a waterfall. Ye Mo Han was sure that he was already close to the exit of the Undercurrent, and he would not allow all his efforts to go down the drain.

Ye Jianhan would not let this go for naught, because he had rushed out of the water, and the recoil of his two palms was enough to push him out of the current. It turned out that Ye Mo was at the last corner of the undercurrent when he wanted to give up. This last corner was also the exit of the undercurrent. Due to the constant attacks from the falling waterfall, the exit was already incomparably smooth, and the corner of the exit was stabbed upwards. Therefore, when Ye Mo Han used all his might to strike out with his palms, the pushing force caused his entire body to be pushed upwards, and he rushed out of the dark current along the smooth stone surface. The waterfall came down with a great force, as if it was three thousand feet. It crashed head-on onto Ye Wen, causing him to faint.

The sunlight was dazzling, the mountains were clear and the water was beautiful. Ye Mo Han had jumped out of the dark stream, his body lying in the water, exhausted. His four limbs didn’t seem to be his own, but the joy in his heart didn’t need to be said. That valley was like a huge cage, and Ye Wen was like a bird inside. He could see the sky, but he could not pass it. Now that he came out of it, Ye Mo Han’s understanding of the word ‘freedom’ could be said to have gained a new level of understanding. How can you feel the joy of freedom if you have not been restricted? People were always like this. Chu Yuan had never experienced such hardships and did not know the happiness of today.

Ye Wen Han turned his body with difficulty and lay on his back in the water, breathing heavily. Water splashed onto his face and mouth. Ye Mo could not care anymore. He felt that being able to breathe and see the sunlight was very lucky. Ye Mo Han had been lying in the shallow water for two to three hours before he finally struggled back up to the shore. Ye Mo Han looked at the hour, and his heart skipped a beat. After calculating the time he had taken to lie on the ground, he realized that he had not spent more than four hours in the undercurrent. Ye Chanhan understood that his speed was not very fast and he could not cross the undercurrent in six hours. Thus, there was only one possibility left, and that was that Ling Mumei had lied to Ye Changhan when she said that he could cross the undercurrent in six hours. Why would Ling Mumei lie to him? Ye Mo Han thought and thought, and there was only one explanation: In order to motivate Ye Mo Han to train his Breath Suspending Technique, Ling Mumei had to trick him to travel through the undercurrent for six hours. From the time he left the valley to Ling Mumei’s words, Ye Mo Han needed at least half a year to practice the Breath Suspending Technique, and Ye Mo Han just happened to need exactly half a year. Ling Mu Mei had calculated everything very clearly, and everything went according to her plan. Ye Mo laid on the shore. He really wanted to shout a few words at Ling Mumei, but he didn’t even have the strength to speak. His breathing was completely silent.

Ye Wen Han lay on the shore until nightfall to recover some of his strength. However, it was true that he had lost too much of his strength. He secretly circulated his power to test it out. The power stored in his body was still abundant, but he could not use it no matter how hard he tried. In fact, the internal energy that Ye Mo Han had sensed was his own internal energy, which he had mixed in with Ling Mumei’s internal energy. The reason why he could not raise his cultivation level was because Ling Mumei had suppressed his inner strength when she taught him. The suppressed inner strength was like ice, when the ice melted and the power would return to Ye Mo Han, no one would know. It could be said that the internal energy that Ye Mo Han used to pass through the undercurrent was all taught to him by Ling Mumei.

Ye Yi Han looked around, the trees were lush, grass was everywhere, the sound of the waterfall resounded through the world, leaving people deaf and awe-inspiring. The environment here was much more beautiful than in the valley. When he looked back at the waterfall, the water had actually returned to its normal color. Ye Mo Han drank a mouthful of water. It was sweet and biting cold. It was more than a hundred times better than the spring water in the valley. Obviously, it was not poisonous. There must have been some strange and poisonous rocks or something like that in the secret passage. The water of the waterfall flowed into the valley through the secret passage, and only then did the water inside the valley become contaminated with the poison. As for why this waterfall had such a strong impact on the undercurrent, Ye Wen really couldn’t understand. Perhaps this was the unique part of nature.

There was no lack of things in this world that people could never understand.