Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 113: Training Beneath the Waterfall

At dawn, the rain had ceased. The morning sun pierced through the clouds, but the mountain air remained icy.

The chirping of birds echoed through the valleys, occasionally accompanied by the cries of monkeys and roars of wild beasts. A thick white mist rose, shrouding the mountain range.

Aizeen emerged from a narrow crevice in the rocky walls. The air after the rain was filled with the fresh scent of grass mingled with earth. A centipede, about the length of a palm, crawled down the wall and disappeared into another crack.

After a night of intense cultivation, Aizen had finally refined the last traces of foreign inner energy in his body. Now, his inner power was entirely his own, fluid and responsive, though not yet perfectly pure. Further tempering was required.

He stretched his body and began leaping nimbly through the valley. This small mountain range wasn’t connected to the Ten Thousand Great Mountains of the Heavenly Demon Clan territory, nor did it have any known name. To him, it was merely a remote and desolate wilderness—until now, with signs suggesting someone had once lived here.

Moving like a phantom, Aizen skimmed through the valley. His body, having reached the Bone Refinement Stage, was as strong as a bull in both muscle and sinew.

The phrase "oxhide and stone bones" described not only physical strength but also the agility and dexterity of someone at his level.

As he neared the thatched cottage, now less than 90 meters away, he deliberately made his footsteps louder, letting his presence be known.

The cottage, as he suspected, was abandoned. Its wooden door hung slightly ajar, the bamboo fence outside was broken in places, and the two small plots of farmland in the yard were overgrown and in disarray, as if wild animals had wandered in.

The previous night’s dim moonlight had obscured these details, but now it was clear that no one had lived here for a long time.

Without entering the cottage, Aizen turned his attention to the roaring waterfall. Standing before it, he felt the immense power of the water crashing down, its thunderous sound reverberating in his ears.

Could human strength ever rival such overwhelming natural force?

Aizen moved swiftly to the edge of the deep pool below the waterfall. Mist from the crashing water mingled with the cool autumn breeze, creating a chill that pierced to the bone.

With a faint glint in his eyes, he tossed aside his Cold Moon Blade, removed his outer garments, leaving only white undergarments, and donned his Black Fiend Gloves.

Activating his inner energy, he channeled it through the acupoints and meridians of his legs. Like a bird taking flight, he launched himself across the surface of the water.

The pool was vast and possibly connected to an underground river. Falling into its depths would be perilous and unpredictable, but Aizen, confident in his abilities, dashed toward a large boulder near the waterfall’s edge.

He skimmed across the water, which reached no higher than his knees.

On closer inspection, his toes were spread wide like webbed feet, allowing him to paddle through the water swiftly and maintain balance.

With his profound inner energy, he could traverse a distance of 400 meters in a single breath before exhaustion would set in, forcing him to pause and recover.

By the time he reached a boulder roughly 50 to 60 meters away, he leaped onto its slick surface. The stone, soaked by the waterfall’s spray, was smooth and slippery, making it difficult to maintain footing.

Had it not been for his diligent training in stance techniques, Aizen might have stumbled and fallen before finding his balance.

Standing on the boulder, he was now close to the base of the waterfall. He could feel the immense pressure emanating from the cascade as the water thundered down. The spray and wind generated by the impact created a force so strong it felt like invisible hands pushing him backward.

An ordinary person standing here would likely buckle under the pressure, their legs trembling, before being swept away by the wind and mist.

What kind of terrifying force would one endure if they entered the waterfall’s crashing waters?

Aizen surveyed his surroundings. The further he ventured toward the waterfall, the more scattered the boulders became. That area appeared to be shallower, with water likely only reaching chest height.

This natural terrain presented an ideal environment for refining his martial arts techniques, testing his resilience against the unyielding power of nature itself.

In such a raging torrent, no fish could survive. The overwhelming force of the water would leave them dazed, if not outright crushed to death.

Aizen leaped nimbly onto another rock ahead. This one was smaller, and as he crouched to inspect the water below, he noticed that, despite the rapid current, the water wasn’t the murky, deep shade of the pool but instead a lighter, glassy green—indicating it wasn’t as deep.

Without hesitation, he jumped into the water.

"Splash!"

Water sprayed in all directions as Aizen landed. Instantly, he felt countless undercurrents rushing past him, as if a dozen people were violently pushing at his body.

This was the swiftest part of the stream. His footing faltered, and he nearly toppled, the currents threatening to sweep him into the deep pool downstream.

Luckily, a nearby rock provided support. He quickly stabilized his stance, took a deep breath, and extended his right hand, his fingers clawing forward with precision.

"Zzz-lah!"

Sparks flew as his clawed fingers scraped against the rock. Barely managing to grab hold, he steadied himself.

He marveled at the sheer hardness of the rock. It was no wonder it had endured the pounding of the waterfall for so many years without breaking.

His claw technique, Seven-Tenths Tearing Claw, combined with the force-enhancing Black Fiend Gloves, was powerful enough to gouge marks into steel plates. Against ordinary rocks, his claws could easily dig deep. However, this stone allowed him to leave only shallow grooves.

Taking a deep breath, Aizen calmed himself. Standing in the rushing water, which now reached his neck, he felt the torrent’s relentless assault as though a dozen people were striking him with wooden sticks.

The sensation was suffocating. An ordinary person would have been thrown off balance in an instant, swept away, gulping water, and dragged into the deep pool, their fate uncertain.

Slowly adjusting to the environment,Aizen channeled his inner energy, his feet digging into the riverbed like eagle talons. His toes gripped the hard, packed ground beneath the water, anchoring him against the raging currents.

This unique environment became a perfect training ground, leveraging the power of geography to refine his Sorcery arts.

He activated his inner energy, enduring the constant battering of the currents. His body moved like a struggling bird, flapping and twisting in the water. Each motion honed both his stance techniques and his physical resilience.

If Aizen were to immerse his mind into the system interface, he would clearly see the proficiency of two Sorcery arts increasing steadily:

Cloud Sparrow Movement ArtsDemonic Body Forging Technique

This progress wasn’t merely numerical—it reflected his deepening understanding and mastery of both techniques.

The raging torrent struck him like a series of blows, with water simultaneously embodying hardness and softness. It was powerful yet not enough to cause severe injury.

This balance made it an ideal opportunity to practice the Demonic Body Forging Technique, tempering his body and building unyielding strength.