Chapter 46: The Golden Sea of Sorrow

  On this day, Ye Fan drank a total of thirteen bottles of Baicao liquid. If you add the seven bottles he drank in the past two days, he has now reached twenty bottles. Except for the surging and boiling of the essence in his blood vessels, he still doesn't have any uncomfortable feelings.

  Seeing him drink like this, Pang Bo felt scared and said: "Let's stop for now, I'm so frightened that my heart is racing, my eyelids are trembling non-stop, I'm afraid you'll suddenly explode and I won't be able to see you again..."

  "You're just talking nonsense..." As he said this, Ye Fan carefully sensed the situation of the bitter sea and said: "I seem to have had a strange feeling."

  "What? Is it effective?" Pang Bo suddenly showed a joyful expression and said: "I'll go find Wu Qingfeng to help guide you."

  Ye Fan stopped him and said, "Don't go, I'll just slowly sense it myself."

  Wu Qingfeng once said that Ye Fan's physique can only rely on himself, and outsiders cannot help guide him. He had a saying: if ordinary people's life is like a piece of soil, then Ye Fan's life is like a piece of divine iron. In the soil, seeds will sprout and grow with careful care and cultivation, showing vigorous vitality. But divine iron, no matter how much you invest, even if you plant sacred roots, it is difficult to grow. In this case, only when there is a transformation within the divine iron itself can there be a glimmer of hope for new life to emerge; otherwise, no matter how superior the external conditions are, it will be difficult to change anything.

  Ye Fan had a strange and unusual feeling, his heart was very excited, his physique in ancient times was called the Holy Body, but now it's considered a waste body, he felt extremely unwilling, now that he had a special feeling, he naturally felt very invigorated.

  At this moment, Pang Bo's eyes were about to pop out, seeing Ye Fan drinking bottle after bottle like water, his heart was in his throat.

  "I say... let's slow down, looking at you like this, I'm really frightened, how about we finish the rest tomorrow? I'm really scared..." Pang Bo said this when there was already a pile of empty jade bottles on the ground, and Ye Fan had drunk forty bottles of Baicao liquid.

  "Don't worry, I'm feeling great now. The surging vital energy in my blood has completely calmed down, while the position of the wheel of life is experiencing intense fluctuations."

  Ye Fan continued to drink the Baicao liquid, until later when there was nothing left in front of him. Except for the seven bottles that Pang Bo drank, the remaining 59 bottles were all consumed by Ye Fan!

  "How does it feel?" Pang Bo asked nervously.

  "I finally sensed the existence of the Wheel of Life, where the divine power source is boiling..." Ye Fan stopped talking here and began to silently operate the mysterious method recorded in the Taoist scriptures, impacting the sea of suffering.

  Next to him, Pang Bo was stunned, muttering to himself: "The source of divine power in the wheel of life is boiling... How come I've never had this feeling before?"

  The thatched hut gradually fell silent, Ye Fan sat quietly like a stone statue, while Pang Bo stood guard anxiously by his side.

  It wasn't long before the thatched hut suddenly burst into a brilliant light, exploding with waves of thunderous sound. Endless divine radiance erupted from Ye Fan's sea of suffering, shining like gold, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder.

  Pang Bo was dumbfounded and couldn't speak a word, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

  Only in the bitter sea of Ye Fan, there were divine lights and colors, brilliant like a rainbow, and even golden waves surged violently, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder, where a fierce tsunami was happening, with waves crashing into the sky!

  In the midst of this wondrous scene, something unheard of occurred. Pang Bo was shocked to the point of being speechless, feeling that everything before his eyes was so unbelievable. He muttered to himself: "What on earth has happened..."

  Inside the thatched hut was a deafening tsunami sound, as if there were thousands of troops and horses galloping. Pang Bo slapped himself hard on the face, making sure he wasn't dreaming.

  "The tsunami was like a thunderous roar, with waves crashing against the shore... He felt his mouth dry and this all seemed like a dream, the sound of the waves was like thousands of horses galloping. At this moment, it seemed as if he wasn't standing in the thatched hut, but had arrived at the seaside, facing a vast and turbulent ocean."

  Ye Fan sat quietly, his spirit bursting forth in the midst of suffering, dazzling and blinding. At this moment, the waves were endless, golden light flashed, thunder and lightning danced, and the monstrous waves shook the sky.

  "That golden expanse... could it really be his sea of suffering? Why would it shine through and be visible even to outsiders?" Pang Bo was shocked and uncertain, staring blankly at Ye Fan, whose sea of suffering shone brightly, with waves crashing incessantly.

  It has been confirmed that the tsunami sound indeed originated from Ye Fan's bitter sea, which is truly astonishing. What was originally a hidden bitter sea within his body had actually become like an endless ocean in reality.

  Pangbo stood there almost petrified, the front rumbling with a loud noise, the golden waves seemed to be about to rush out at any time, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

  "Why is it golden?" After being shocked by the tsunami-like voice, Pang Bo calmed down slowly after a long time.

  If that golden expanse was Ye Fan's sea of suffering, it would be too extraordinary. Pang Bo felt incredulous. He could now introspect his own sea of suffering, which was a pitch-black ink-like color, looking lifeless and dull. Old Man Wu Qingfeng had once said that without the wheel of life communicating with the sea of suffering, the vital energy of life could only hover above the sea of suffering, while the sea of suffering itself would be desolate and still, without any signs of life, either in a dark green or pitch-black color.

  However, Ye Fan's bitter sea was so different from what Wu Qingfeng had described.

  Rumble...

  Above the turbulent golden sea, bursts of thunder and lightning exploded from time to time, intertwined with the overwhelming tsunami, making the sky and earth a fierce scene, the sea and sky were connected, and everywhere was shining with dazzling golden light, exceptionally eye-catching.

  Pang Bo watched with bated breath, afraid that something unexpected would happen. In the meantime, Ye Fan himself seemed to be completely unaware of anything, remaining silent and still, quietly operating the mysterious method recorded in the "Taoist Scripture".

  It wasn't until several hours had passed that the golden light slowly dissipated, and the tsunami sounds gradually subsided. Another half hour passed before the thatched hut finally calmed down, Ye Fan's turbulent sea returned to calmness, his radiance was retracted, and the roaring sound disappeared.

  Before long, Ye Fan came to, his eyes shining brightly, and as he stood up, his whole person became much more spirited, with an added aura of the immortal way.

  "What exactly happened just now? How are you feeling right now?" Pang Bo asked eagerly.

  "Just now I sensed the wheel of life, and saw the boiling source of divine power. Then I impacted the sea of suffering, and suddenly saw a golden expanse, I don't know if it's an illusion."

  When Ye Fan described it like that, Pang Bo was suddenly shocked and his mouth opened wide. Then he nodded repeatedly and said: "It's not an illusion, because... I also saw it."

  "Did you see it too?" Ye Fan's face turned pale with shock.

  "That's right, just now you didn't know how magnificent the momentum was, the tsunami shook the sky, divine light filled the air, a vast expanse of sparkling lights, the whole thatched cottage was shaking, fortunately our place is very remote, otherwise it would definitely trigger a huge sensation."

  Ye Fan listened carefully to Pang Bo's account and finally confirmed that the golden ocean he saw was not an illusion.

  Pang Bo anxiously asked: "How do you feel? I saw that the last bit of golden bitter sea disappeared again, didn't it succeed?"

  "I don't know if it counts as success..." As he said this, Ye Fan rotated the "Tao Te Ching" and recalled the mysterious method recorded in it. Suddenly, a tiny golden light spot appeared at the location of the Suffering Sea, only about the size of a sesame seed, but shining brightly.

  "Although the sea of suffering is small, it's not a problem. As long as you continue to cultivate, it will slowly grow bigger." Pang Bo's expression was extremely excited, and he said: "I dare to confirm that your sea of suffering is absolutely extraordinary, it's actually golden in color, completely different from ordinary people's, the radiance bursting out can even penetrate..."

  Although he only refined a single "Grain of Ocean", Ye Fan was overjoyed, finally breaking the stalemate and opening up his own Golden Sorrowful Sea.

  "I feel like there's a hint of divine power fluctuating in this tiny drop of bitter sea, could it be that the concentrated part is the essence..." Pang Bo looked puzzled.