Chapter 251

Facing the sudden undercurrent, Qin Yun did not panic; instead, he instantly calmed down.

He did not struggle—struggling was useless anyway—in water, human strength could not control one's own body.

So he relaxed his body, letting the current carry him, while his hands swiftly groped through the chaotic vision. But whether due to bad luck or something else, his hands touched nothing at all.

As the current dragged his body toward a crack in the rock, his right hand finally brushed against a thick stalactite; using it, he forcibly stabilized himself.

The terrifying force was fully revealed—he powered his arm, directly resisting the strong undercurrent, breaking free from the water's grip. Then he adjusted his buoyancy, quickly rising a short distance to avoid the lower undercurrent zone.

"This damn place, ambushes are everywhere."

Qin Yun sighed, and the livestream viewers exhaled slightly. The screen was now murky, completely obscuring Qin Yun's figure.

"Some undercurrents form due to water seeping through underground rock fissures, which is why the silt collapse happened so suddenly just now." As he spoke, he swam forward and soon passed the undercurrent zone.

At this point, one must again praise the brilliance of the master-level skill: spatial memory.

In such a complex underground labyrinth, as Qin Yun advanced, the map slowly reconstructed itself in his mind. Though he couldn't build areas he hadn't reached, even so, a 3D Liti image centered on him was crystal clear.

Anyone who's played Diablo knows that in the game, the map only reveals itself as the character moves—areas untouched remain pitch black. His spatial memory worked exactly like that.

Only places he'd been could be reconstructed; unvisited areas remained unbuildable, after all, this was a modern novel, not a xianxia fantasy.

As he advanced, the scenery ahead gradually revealed itself—then he reached a dead end. The terminus of this water passage was a seamless wall, not a single crack to be found.

Qin Yun shrugged at an underwater drone.

"Looks like my luck isn't great—I'll have to waste half an hour going back and forth."

Saying that, he quickly retraced his path and chose another branch, but his luck remained poor; back and forth, he spent a full hour and a half in this first layer before finally finding a suitable branch entrance.

The depth gauge now read: 167 meters.

To an ordinary person, this was an extremely terrifying number.

"My current depth is 167 meters; the pressure on my body is roughly 17. standard atmospheres." His voice was rock steady. "At this depth, every square centimeter of my body surface bears 17. kilograms of force. That means my body is being continuously compressed—every lift of my arm or leg becomes extremely difficult."

"But…" Qin Yun suddenly chuckled, "that's for you. For me, this force means nothing. My physical condition is formidable—17 atmospheres? Even fifty wouldn't bother me."

Hearing Qin Yun's words, the livestream viewers were utterly speechless.

"Fucking hell, you're not even pretending—you're forcing it."

"666, even though I wanna punch him, Qin Ye is truly awesome."

"Awesome, definitely—35 kilograms of constant pressure, every movement a struggle, yet you see any sign of strain? But this guy's expression is just begging to be punched."

"Hahaha, you can only silently watch him show off—you can't even beat him."

"So frustrating!"

Watching these comments, the staff at the pit entrance all laughed.

Honestly, even 67 meters was already the limit for ordinary people. Most people could dive 40–50 meters and call it impressive; beyond that, only professionals could go.

But was Qin Yun lying?

He wasn't. At 17 atmospheres, his body did feel something—but it had no real impact. His body, through constant skill enhancements, had gradually approached a non-human level.

After all, no master in any field could achieve the Quanfangwei enhancement Qin Yun had.

Fighters need to enhance specific areas; wilderness survival requires different boosts—how could anyone match Qin Yun, where even the bare minimum was master-level, human peak?

Qin Yun continued forward, passing through a stalactite forest; the side waterways gradually narrowed, and the current became calmer. Along the way, he spotted several blind fish—translucent, eyeless, scaleless, tiny—and they scattered in panic at his arrival.

He also saw a gray-brown cave-dwelling water snake, slowly crawling along the rock wall, completely indifferent to his presence.

Qin Yun avoided disturbing these native creatures—when possible, he avoided them; when not, he used the current to warn them away in advance.

He fastened a carabiner, passed through the guide rope, and swam another dozen minutes before suddenly stopping. His spotlight swept ahead, revealing a narrow water passage.

Calling it a waterway was misleading—it was more like a cave.

A series of dark caves lay ahead, the environment oppressively claustrophobic, the silt on the bottom thick enough to nearly cover the riverbed.

Under the spotlight, livestream viewers were deeply moved by the sight.

"Fucking hell, if the guide rope snaps, how the hell will Qin Ye get back?"

"Yeah, just thinking about it is terrifying."

"Just this environment alone is suffocating."

Qin Yun chose a waterway entrance, preparing to secure the guide rope with a carabiner—but just as he moved to act, a bubble suddenly rose from the cave mouth and shot straight toward him.

He couldn't dodge in time—he was hit dead-on and violently thrown backward.

"Bang—!"

He and his tank slammed into a rock pillar behind him, then flipped backward, his chest crashing into the rock wall.

Just as his body neared the wall, his hands shot out, bracing against the rock face—the immense force was fully absorbed.

But the reel was gone.

"Fuck, that came out of nowhere."

"Scared the shit out of me."

"Fucking hell, even Qin Ye couldn't react—what the hell was that?"

"Qin Ye, check your tank immediately—if it's cracked, you're dead."

Without waiting for viewers to say it, Qin Yun immediately checked his gear the moment he stabilized—his expression was more serious than ever.

Like the netizens said, he thought the same.

If the tank was damaged, even with his non-human physique, he could never return the way he came—he'd be dead for sure.

After careful inspection, the pressure readings were all normal—he finally exhaled.

"Phew… lucky me. My gear has no issues. No wonder it's an international brand—professional."

With gear intact, Qin Yun began searching for the reel.

The guide rope was easy to find; he quickly pulled the reel back. But when he returned to the cave mouth, preparing to secure another carabiner, his expression suddenly changed.

He pulled the guide rope closer: "Something's off—look. My previous marker was at 356 meters, but now it's at 332 meters."

"Uh… what does that mean?"

"I don't get it."

A professional viewer's face paled and immediately analyzed in the livestream: "Shit, this means the front section of the guide rope has been pulled back—that means the rope snapped."

The moment this analysis appeared, the comment section exploded.

The staff at the pit entrance and Su Huan turned pale.

Qin Yun, of course, couldn't see this—he gripped the guide rope, his voice unchanged.

"Unexpectedly, the unexpected happened. My guide rope likely snapped somewhere. To verify? Simple—I'll just pull."

He gripped the guide rope and began pulling backward. After pulling about ten meters, everyone knew the possibility had become reality.

The guide rope had snapped.

"Holy shit, Qin is dead."

"Shit's over, what now, Qin Ye?"

"Fucking hell, can Qin Ye still retrace his path?"

"Fucking hell, this is the end."

"Hahaha, fucking Chinese, finally dead."

"This is God punishing this evil bastard."

The livestream comment section erupted with every kind of comment—especially PETA's international members, who were ecstatic over Qin Yun's predicament.

Qin Yun kept pulling. When the broken end appeared in his hand, he looked at the cut surface and shook his head.

"Bad luck. Judging by this cut, it was probably severed by a sharp rock edge—likely due to undercurrent impact. Under normal conditions, this wouldn't happen."

As he spoke, he rolled up the guide rope and continued securing carabiners to the rock wall.

But netizens were confused by his actions.

After securing the carabiner, Qin Yun calmly said: "I forgot to mention—I'm not great at much, but my memory is exceptional. Even without the guide rope, I can still retrace my path. So, the rope snapping? Not a problem for me."