Chapter 253

When Qin Yun said he would take the body back with him upon his return, the live stream erupted in chaos.

Especially the Italian viewers, who were wildly excited.

Fabio Rossi was a legendary figure in Italy, a household name and master cave diver—yet such a giant had met his end in Guangxi, China, leaving everyone heartbroken.

Fabio's family had once spent enormous resources trying to recover his body, but they never succeeded.

Over time, they gave up, and after the Dashiwei Sinkhole was closed off, those who had once been here were forgotten.

Now, after ten years, Qin Yun was pushing the limits of cave diving—and somehow, against all odds, he actually encountered Fabio in this vast expanse. It was too perfect to be coincidence. Perhaps Fabio, lonely down there, had reached out, hoping Qin Yun would take him away.

"Thank you, great Qin."

"Wish Qin all the best."

"…"

On TikTok, Italian viewers flooded the comments—but Qin Yun couldn't see a single word.

After securing Fabio's body, he turned and gripped the guide rope, descending further. Soon, he reached the bottom, where the depth gauge read: 235 meters.

The pressure here had reached 25 standard atmospheres; an ordinary person would be unable to move, suffocating under the strain.

But for Qin Yun, though this pressure affected him, his body showed no abnormal signs.

If his body showed no abnormality, then high-pressure syndrome was out of the question.

If not for the fact that equipment failure here meant almost certain death, Qin Yun estimated he'd feel zero pressure at all.

As he descended, the riverbed drew closer, but the scene before him was horrifying. The water passages recorded in the data? None visible—all buried beneath endless floating debris.

And that debris was thick silt!

"The silt layer is probably over three or four meters deep, completely blocking all water passages. The official data is fifteen years old—fifteen years have passed, and this place has clearly changed drastically."

Qin Yun didn't rush down. Branches branched like rivers, water passages dense as river sand, now all clogged—he had to be careful.

"What will Master Qin do?"

"Are we digging through the silt to find openings?"

"Damn, this is insane."

"We don't even know where the original passages are—how will Master Qin tell them apart?"

Qin Yun could still locate the water passages by comparing data with reality, but since the data was just images, he needed direct contact to confirm their true positions.

Without hesitation, he kicked his fins and slowly sank downward.

He reached out his hand toward the silt—it passed through effortlessly. The silt, disturbed by external force, instantly stirred and floated, clouding the surrounding visibility.

Some viewers were confused.

"Isn't the underwater pressure huge? This silt looks no different from shallow water."

"Yeah, at this depth, over twenty atmospheres—shouldn't the silt be compacted?"

"You guys should study some physics."

"It's because silt has high water content and high porosity—its internal and external pressures are balanced, so it's extremely permeable. High pressure can't harden it; any disturbance makes it soft and fluid."

Qin Yun withdrew his hand, judged the direction, then plunged straight into the silt.

A *plop*—a massive cloud of silt erupted instantly. Most cameras went chaotic; only a few peripheral ones captured the full panorama.

As soon as Qin Yun entered the silt, he felt immense resistance. He didn't try swimming—instead, he sank further until his feet touched the riverbed and stopped.

His vision was gone—true blind diving!

Following the data's orientation, he stepped slowly toward the water passage, his voice coming through.

"The silt is indeed deep—over four meters. As you've all seen, I can't see anything. I'm relying solely on memory to navigate, but the water passage is nearby, and there are many—I won't have trouble finding one."

As he spoke, he paused—his foot encountered a change in terrain.

"I've found one of the water passage entrances. Let's go in."

He pushed forward, grabbed the edge with both hands, lunged ahead—and *thud*—crashed into the rock wall.

"Damn it!"

Qin Yun nearly saw stars, stunned and dazed.

What the hell? It was supposed to be a water passage—why's it a solid rock wall?

Hearing Qin Yun's curse, viewers nearly choked laughing.

"Hahaha, I don't know what happened, but Master Qin seems unlucky."

"Laughing so hard—Master Qin, tell us what happened!"

"The sound was loud—like he hit something."

Luckily his mask was sealed tight—if not, the impact might've knocked off his helmet visor.

"Damn it! I thought it was a water passage, but it's solid rock—I smashed right into it. Fuck!"

Qin Yun cursed under his breath, clearly frustrated.

But while he was frustrated, viewers were in stitches.

"Haha, even Master Qin has off days."

"Classic trouble magnet."

"Now I get why he was cursing."

Qin Yun rubbed his forehead, confirmed his gear was intact, then continued feeling leftward.

But after prolonged time in the silt, his vision remained blurred, every movement met heavy resistance—even he had to increase his tank's flow rate.

After a while, he finally touched another water passage entrance. He inched inside, walked about ten steps, then his right foot stepped on the ground and felt a *snap*—his ankle twisted sharply, and his entire foot sank in.

He lurched forward, nearly falling.

He crouched down, felt around—and his expression finally changed.

Somehow, his fin had slipped through a rock crevice and become fully lodged inside—no wonder he couldn't move.

He sighed: "My fin, along with my entire ankle below, is stuck in a rock crevice."

He tried pushing outward—found the crevice was perfectly sized: snug enough to trap him, but impossible to extract from.

Seeing Qin Yun's calm tone, viewers assumed it was a minor issue.

But they didn't realize—this was Qin Yun's first true crisis in this dive.

Qin Yun tried several more times, helplessly realizing the crevice was too damn perfect—his ankle bones were locked tight against the rock edges.

It was stuck outward, just like a latch—force wouldn't work.

He tried removing his fin—but the result was the same: still couldn't free himself. Over time, viewers, staff, and Su Huan all noticed something was wrong.

"Holy shit, ten minutes already? Master Qin's still stuck?"

"Damn, is something wrong?"

"What's going on with Master Qin?"

"Holy crap, even Master Qin can get trapped—unbelievable."

Seeing finesse wouldn't work, Qin Yun resorted to brute force. He unclipped his hammer from his waist and began striking the rock surface.

"Bad luck—the spot's too perfect. It's perfectly locked my foot in. I'll have to break the rock surface first and see if that works. If not, I'll have to use violent methods."

Seeing Qin Yun still calm, viewers who always trusted him relaxed.

After a few strikes, Qin Yun quickly realized the hammer had zero effect on the rock. It wasn't a metal hammer—it was plastic. And in the silt, resistance was immense; the force delivered to the rock was too weak.

He felt around nearby—but found no loose stones. His idea of using physical impact to break the locking mechanism was dead.

After thinking, he wildly swung his arm, stirred up the silt, then grabbed a drone and brought it close.

"Physical destruction is no longer possible. I need a new approach."

"Those who know me know I've got a bit of martial arts skill—I'm quite familiar with human anatomy. If I forcibly pull my ankle out now, I'll fracture bones or tear ligaments, permanently crippling it. But if I actively separate the joint internally and adjust the angle, maybe I can free it."

Every word Qin Yun said was understandable—but together, they made no sense.

"What does Master Qin mean?"

"What's 'internal active separation'?"

"Master Qin 'knows a bit'? He's a killer without blinking."

"Dude, can Master Qin explain in more detail?"

Qin Yun's right hand felt along his ankle, murmuring: "Everyone knows human bones can separate—this is called dislocation, and the ankle joint is no exception."

Hearing this, viewers in the live stream instantly panicked.