Chapter 5: The Cocoon's Strange Transformation

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  Chen Mo's hair stood on end, as a crimson mist burst forth from his body, shooting upwards like a raging flame. Despite Chen Yan's violent and brutal attacks, he stood firm, his feet rooted to the ground, merging with the rocks, unmoving and unshakeable.

  Behind Chen Ye, it was as if a large furnace with raging flames was tightly attached to his back, scorching him with intense heat. As a mid-tier Spirit Master specializing in fire, he could barely withstand this kind of scorching heat that seemed to be able to destroy anything.

  Above, the cracked void grew larger, and the dark sky was pitch black. The blood-red eyes rapidly rotated and intertwined, as if gathering the power to destroy heaven and earth. Lightning struck from within, shattering rocks and sending them flying. Thunder boomed repeatedly, pressing in step by step, shaking the earth and mountains.

  "Chen Mo, have you gone mad? The space portal is about to close, let me go quickly!" Chen Ye was frightened and timid. His heart was like a cauldron of molten lava at the bottom of a cliff, with waves of scorching heat rolling over him.

  The cowardly are afraid of the reckless, and the reckless are afraid of those who don't care about their lives. Chen Mo is really reckless, he's a useless waste that isn't worth pitying. But although he himself isn't a noble born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he is a member of the Chen family, with excellent innate abilities, an object of careful cultivation. He wants to live a smooth and bright life, he doesn't want to die, nor is he willing to die.

  Chen Mo's eyes were bloodshot, his body exuding an aura of deathly silence, completely ignoring him. The fire toxin coursed through his veins, swelling to the point of bursting out, burning into flames. Yet, at the moment of critical explosion, that crystal-like light cocoon floating in his consciousness since childhood underwent some mysterious and subtle changes.

  If Chen Mo could immerse himself in his own sea of consciousness, he would be able to "see" that light cocoon, slowly rotating and stirring up his chaotic state of mind, gradually forming a small whirlpool.

  That whirlpool produced a suction force, pulling his eyebrow center pineal gland, a thread of fiery poison that permeated Chen Mo's entire body, fire attribute medicine properties, was pulled and sucked into the eyebrow center, submerged into the light cocoon.

  At the time of the cocoon's rotation, those fire poisons were separated, and the pure medicinal properties were swallowed up.

  With each passing breath, the light cocoon seemed to grow a little larger, becoming clearer, more solid and smooth as pure white crystal jade.

  As the light cocoon grows larger, its rotational speed becomes faster, and the whirlpool of consciousness also gains greater suction power. Those raging fire toxins that were destroying the quiet five viscera and six entrails, as well as the meridians and blood vessels, are being rapidly sucked in, like an inverted mountain spring flowing into the center of the eyebrows, where they are greedily swallowed and devoured by the light cocoon.

  Suddenly, a sharp sword-like giant stone fell from the sky, cutting through the corner of the stone platform in front of Chen Mo like a knife cutting tofu. With a loud crash, it split open and rolled into the molten rock, disappearing without a trace.

  Flying rocks splashed, Chen Ye had nowhere to hide, his face burst open like a flower, blood flowing all over. His soul flew out in an instant "Ah~" screamed out loud, feeling the breath of death rushing towards him, he let out a terrified scream: "I don't want to die, Chen Mo, no... Chen Ye, I was wrong, I shouldn't have snatched your spiritual fruit. I'm a beast, I**. Please, spare me, I swear from now on I won't bother you again. From now on you're my boss, whatever you tell me to do I'll do it, here's also a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng..."

  A string of incoherent and desperate pleas for mercy burst out, from the previously arrogant and overbearing Chen Ye. At this moment, he looked like a trampled and pitiful weakling, utterly humiliated to the extreme, even throwing away the treasured hundred-year-old ginseng he had been holding onto.

  But Chen Mo's jaws were tightly clenched, with blood seeping out. He still held Chen Ye's arm like an iron hoop, tightly clasped to his chest. No matter how he cried and begged for mercy, or wildly cursed, he remained unmoved.

  That wondrous change in Chen Mo was still gradually taking place. In the past, when he was just a tender cocoon, he had already been cultivating the Qingmu Xuanqi through his silkworm-like eating habits. However, that process was slow and protracted. It took a full two years for it to grow to the size of a corn kernel.

  During this time, Chen Mo was also seriously troubled, causing his cultivation progress to almost stagnate, and he carried the name of a waste.

  It was also examined by the family elders, and it was finally confirmed that Chen Mo's physique was congenitally leaky, and eight or nine out of ten of the refined air he had cultivated with great difficulty would be lost. The future prospects were bleak. When his eldest uncle was still alive, he could receive a normal cultivation resource every month.

  However, after the death of his uncle in battle and his brother being crippled from fighting for himself, the family took away his monthly allowance as a blood relative. This added insult to injury to his already slow cultivation progress. But he never gave up on cultivating, as long as there was hope in his heart, he persisted, endured, although the effect was not strong, but it was progressing after all.

  Chen Mo firmly believes that there is no step that cannot be taken forward and no tomorrow that cannot be reached, because he is still working hard and has never given up.

  The vortex of blood-colored emptiness condensed and grew larger, like a huge mouth devouring the sky and earth. The small cave shook violently to the left and right, constantly tilting. The giant boulder suspended in mid-air suddenly crashed onto the mountain peak, shattering it, and tumbling down with a loud crash. Small rocks flew wildly in all directions. The heavenly wall could no longer withstand that enormous power.

  Chen Mo's five internal organs were burning with fierce flames, his consciousness was chaotic, leaving only one conviction - he couldn't let the person in front of him escape. His whole body was like a mud sculpture, not noticing the slightest change in the small hole that had been turning over and over every day.

  But at this time, the light cocoon in his mind was growing at an unbelievable speed due to the energy supply of the Chi Yan Ling Guo, a second-rate treasure. It grew bigger and more solid until it finally condensed into a crystal clear, diamond-shaped crystal that emitted a white jade-like glow.

  At this time, it no longer grows in size, but absorbs the energy of the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit at a faster speed. Its light becomes brighter and softer, filled with warmth and tranquility.

  Chen Yan felt suffocated and his heart sank to the bottom. Was it really over? He never thought that Da Peng, who had never spread its wings, would die in a place like this.

  Now drinking bitter wine, it's just a cup of self-brewed bitter wine. Regret is about to die, why did I go and snatch Chen Mo's things for no reason? This beast is absolutely an irrational madman. Am I really going to be buried with him here?

  Outside the entrance of Xiaodongtian, two Chen family juniors who usually followed behind Chen Ye with an air of arrogance, Left and Right, had been waiting for Chen Ye to obtain the Chi Yan Lie Guo and return triumphantly.

  But the small hole in the sky was about to close. The brave one looked through the barrier at the entrance and saw a glimpse of the inside, where there were strange whirlpools, flying rocks, and dust everywhere. Chen Mo had trapped Chen Ye, but Chen Ye was helpless and struggled constantly. The stone platform they were on kept tilting, with rocks falling into the molten pool, splashing lava everywhere. He was terrified, his body trembling like a sieve, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

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