Chapter 46: Golden Sea of Bitterness

**Chapter 46: The Golden Sea of Suffering**

On this particular day, Ye Fan consumed a total of thirteen bottles of Hundred Herb Liquid. Including the seven bottles from the previous two days, his total consumption had now reached twenty bottles. Despite the surging vital energy in his blood, he still felt no discomfort whatsoever.

Watching him drink like this, Pang Bo grew increasingly apprehensive. "Let's stop for now," he said, "my heart is pounding, and my eyelids won't stop twitching. I'm terrified you'll just explode and I'll never see you again..."

"You jinx, what nonsense are you spouting?" Ye Fan said, then paused to carefully sense the condition of his Sea of Suffering. "I seem to be experiencing a strange sensation."

"What? Is it working?" Pang Bo's face instantly lit up with joy. "I'll go find Elder Wu Qingfeng to help guide you."

Ye Fan stopped him. "No, don't go. I'd rather slowly sense it myself."

Elder Wu Qingfeng had once said that Ye Fan's constitution could only be cultivated by himself; outsiders were utterly incapable of guiding him. He had stated that if an ordinary person's Wheel of Life was fertile soil, then Ye Fan's was divine iron. In soil, after a seed is planted and meticulously nurtured, it is bound to take root, sprout, and flourish. However, with divine iron, no matter how much you invest—even planting an immortal root—it would struggle to grow. In such a case, only if the divine iron itself undergoes a transformation is there a sliver of hope for life to emerge. Otherwise, no matter how superior the external conditions provided, nothing would change.

Ye Fan felt a strange sensation, filling him with excitement. His constitution, once known as the Sacred Body in ancient times, was now considered useless, a fact he deeply resented. With this faint but distinct feeling, he was naturally very encouraged.

At that moment, Pang Bo's eyes nearly popped out. Seeing Ye Fan pour down one bottle after another as if drinking water, his heart lodged in his throat.

"I say... let's take it easy. Watching you like this, I'm genuinely terrified. How about we drink the rest tomorrow? I'm truly scared now..." By the time Pang Bo finished speaking, a pile of empty jade bottles lay on the ground. Ye Fan had already consumed forty bottles of Hundred Herb Liquid.

"Don't worry, I feel great now. The surging vital energy in my blood has completely calmed down, and there are intense fluctuations at the location of my Wheel of Life."

After saying this, Ye Fan continued to consume the Hundred Herb Liquid until the supply was completely depleted. Aside from the seven bottles Pang Bo had consumed, Ye Fan had drunk all fifty-nine remaining bottles!

"How do you feel?" Pang Bo asked anxiously.

"I've finally sensed the existence of the Wheel of Life; the source of divine power there is boiling..." At this point, Ye Fan stopped speaking and began to silently circulate the profound techniques recorded in the Dao Scripture, impacting his Sea of Suffering.

Beside him, Pang Bo was somewhat dumbfounded, muttering to himself, "The source of divine power boiling inside the Wheel of Life... Why have I never experienced that?"

The thatched hut gradually grew quiet. Ye Fan sat cross-legged, still as a stone statue, while Pang Bo anxiously and uneasily stood guard beside him.

After an unknown period, the thatched hut suddenly burst into bright light, accompanied by waves of tsunami-like sounds. From the location of Ye Fan's Sea of Suffering, endless divine radiance erupted, a dazzling golden spectacle, interwoven with flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder.

Pang Bo was stunned speechless, staring blankly at the unfolding scene before him.

Before his eyes, Ye Fan's Sea of Suffering shimmered with myriad rays of divine light, splendid as a rainbow. Golden waves surged within it, accompanied by flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder. A violent tsunami was unfolding there, with waves crashing to the sky!

Such a miraculous sight occurring within the Sea of Suffering was simply unheard of. Pang Bo was shocked beyond measure; he felt that everything before him was incredibly surreal, muttering to himself, "What exactly is happening..."

The thatched hut was filled with the deafening sound of a tsunami, like a stampede of a thousand soldiers and ten thousand horses. Pang Bo slapped himself hard to confirm he wasn't dreaming.

"A tsunami reaching the heavens, sound like thunder, myriad layers of crashing waves..." He felt his mouth go dry. All of it felt like a dream; the deep rumble of the waves was like a stampede of a thousand soldiers and ten thousand horses. At this very moment, he felt as if he wasn't standing in the thatched hut, but rather on a coastline, facing a vast, undulating ocean.

Ye Fan remained perfectly still, sitting cross-legged. Within his Sea of Suffering, divine radiance bloomed, dazzling and eye-catching. At that moment, the roar of waves was unceasing, golden light shone brightly, lightning and thunder danced, and terrifying waves surged to the heavens.

"That golden ocean... could it truly be his Sea of Suffering? Why would it project outwards, visible even to outsiders?" Pang Bo was filled with doubt and surprise, transfixed as he watched Ye Fan. His Sea of Suffering shimmered with brilliant light, divine radiance flickering, and waves surged continuously.

He had confirmed that the sound of the tsunami indeed originated from Ye Fan's Sea of Suffering. This was truly astonishing; a Sea of Suffering, normally hidden within the body, was actually roaring ceaselessly like a real ocean.

Pang Bo stood there, almost petrified. The rumbling sound in front of him, and the golden waves that seemed ready to surge out at any moment, gave off a powerful sense of oppression.

"Why is it golden?" After being shaken by the sound of the tsunami, it took a long time for Pang Bo to slowly calm down.

If that golden ocean was indeed Ye Fan's Sea of Suffering, it was far too unusual, Pang Bo felt it was incredible. He could now inwardly observe his own Sea of Suffering, which was pitch black like ink and appeared utterly lifeless. Elder Wu Qingfeng had once said that for a Sea of Suffering not connected to the Wheel of Life, vital essence could only swirl above it, while the Sea of Suffering itself would be desolate and still, showing no trace of life fluctuation, appearing either dark green or pitch black.

However, Ye Fan's Sea of Suffering was so strikingly different, completely unlike what Elder Wu Qingfeng had described.

"Boom!"

Above the surging golden Sea of Suffering, bursts of lightning and thunder erupted from time to time, intertwining with the towering tsunami. This made the entire space intensely bright; the sea and sky seemed to connect, and dazzling golden light was everywhere, exceptionally striking.

Pang Bo watched nervously, fearing any mishap. Throughout this process, Ye Fan himself seemed completely oblivious, remaining perfectly still and silent as he circulated the profound techniques recorded in the Dao Scripture.

Several hours passed before the golden light slowly receded and the tsunami sound gradually lessened. After another half an hour, the thatched hut finally grew quiet. Ye Fan's Sea of Suffering returned to calm, its radiance contained, and the roar of waves disappeared.

Not long after, Ye Fan awakened. Divine light shone brightly in his eyes, and the moment he stood up, his entire being felt much more vibrant, imbued with an aura of immortality.

"What exactly happened just now? How do you feel?" Pang Bo asked impatiently.

"Just now, I sensed the Wheel of Life and even saw the boiling source of divine power. Then, as I impacted my Sea of Suffering, I actually saw a golden ocean. I'm not sure if it was just an illusion."

Hearing Ye Fan describe it, Pang Bo's mouth fell open in astonishment. He then nodded repeatedly, saying, "It wasn't an illusion, because... I saw it too."

"You saw it too?" Ye Fan asked, a look of surprise on his face.

"That's right! You wouldn't believe how grand the spectacle was just now—a tsunami reaching the heavens, myriad rays of divine light, utterly dazzling! The entire thatched hut was shaking. Fortunately, our dwelling is very secluded, otherwise, it would certainly have caused a huge stir."

After listening carefully to Pang Bo's account, Ye Fan finally confirmed that the golden ocean and tsunami he had witnessed were not an illusion.

Pang Bo asked with concern, "How do you feel? I saw that golden Sea of Suffering completely vanish at the last moment. Does that mean it wasn't successful?"

"I don't know if it counts as a success..." At this point, Ye Fan circulated the profound techniques recorded in the Dao Scripture, and at the location of his Sea of Suffering, an extremely tiny golden speck of light immediately appeared. It was only the size of a sesame seed, yet it shone brilliantly.

"Though the Sea of Suffering is a bit small, that's not a problem. As long as you keep cultivating, it will slowly grow larger." Pang Bo's expression was full of excitement. "I dare say your Sea of Suffering is absolutely extraordinary! It's actually golden, completely different from ordinary people's. The light it emits can even project outwards..."

Although he had only cultivated a "single-grain sea," Ye Fan was delighted. He had finally broken the deadlock and forged a golden Sea of Suffering unique to him.

"Why do I feel like your sesame-seed-sized Sea of Suffering has faint traces of divine power fluctuating within it? Does that mean it's highly concentrated essence...?" Pang Bo's expression was one of puzzlement.