Zeng Anmin swam desperately, wanting to get as far away from the riverbank as possible before surfacing.
But the burning sensation in his lungs reminded him that if he didn't take a breath soon, he was very likely to become the first Cultivator in history to suffocate himself to death.
SWISH.
His diving speed slowed down. His consciousness gradually became hazy, and a bitter smile touched the corners of his mouth.
"I can't hold it anymore. If I'm exposed, so be it. I can't just suffocate to death!" Zeng Anmin sighed inwardly, beginning to struggle upward toward the surface.
Suddenly, however, he paused.
"This..."
The Martial Arts Aura within his body surged frantically, washing through every corner. In his abdomen, the aura condensed into a swirling vortex, accumulating more and more. A tremendous transformation was taking place inside him.
