Chapter 11

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Chen Mo stood in shock, his eyes wide open, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. He couldn't help but think, "This mystic turtle is indeed extraordinary." In an instant, the mystic turtle's triangular head rushed toward him, and a gust of breath from its mouth made Chen Mo retreat repeatedly, losing his balance and spinning in the air.

"What do you want, you turtle?" Chen Mo said in alarm and anger.

With a "thud," he fell to the ground, quickly got up, and found himself facing the two deep, bottomless nostrils, from which a pungent smell was emanating.

The mystic turtle's neck swiveled, and the wind howled in Chen Mo's ears as he quickly crouched down on the skin beneath the nostrils. His body almost floated in the wind, and he grabbed a clump of bristles with both hands to stabilize himself.

The wind suddenly stopped, and Chen Mo slowly stood up, stunned by the scene before him. The mystic turtle had stopped at the entrance of a broken cave, surrounded by transparent ripples. Inside the cave, a golden light illuminated the area, making it look resplendent.

Chen Mo took two steps forward and entered the ripples. His body suddenly floated, slowly drifting into the cave and stopping near the golden light.

"Before you is the 'Great Light Divine Technique' left by the divine race. Just place it on your forehead to receive the inheritance. I will use my strength to help you open a space where time is frozen for a hundred days, one instant being a hundred days. I hope you can understand the Great Light Divine Technique and condense a thread of divine light power within a hundred days. You don't need to worry about food and water; I have already prepared them for you." The mystic turtle's voice echoed: "If you cannot enter the door within a hundred days, I will have to take back the seed of light on behalf of my master and wait for a worthy descendant of our race."

"The Great Light Divine Technique?" Chen Mo looked at the spindle-shaped jade crystal floating before him, feeling both surprised and amazed.

"Indeed, this divine technique is the culmination of the wisdom and talent of the Light Divine King and the entire divine race, refined over ten thousand years and written in blood to help the race achieve both physical and spiritual cultivation, slay demons, and tread the path of true immortality." The mystic turtle sighed: "Unfortunately, the race didn't have time to cultivate it before... but let's not waste time. Focus on your cultivation."

In an instant, Chen Mo found himself in another enclosed space. The surroundings were filled with mist, and the ground beneath his feet was like a green stone pavement.

In the sky, a transparent dome covered the area, like a large bowl inverted over it.

What is this place? Chen Mo, almost naked and in tattered clothes, looked at the scene before him with great shock. There was no doubt that this journey into the small cave had been incredibly perilous.

From near death to the giant mystic turtle, to the descendants of the Light Divine Race, Chen Mo was speechless when the mystic turtle displayed such incredible skills.

Truly, a divine beast that had existed since ancient times, easily creating an independent space. From what the mystic turtle said, time in this space was almost at a standstill compared to the outside world.

This space, almost equivalent to reality, though it could only exist for a short hundred days, was still a marvel.

The Light Divine Race, which even the mystic turtle considered powerful, must have been a group of beings capable of moving mountains and capturing stars. All of this made Chen Mo's mind race with thoughts.

After a moment, Chen Mo put aside all distractions and focused on the spindle-shaped jade crystal emitting white light that the mystic turtle had given him.

The mystic turtle said that if he could not understand the Great Light Divine Technique and condense a thread of divine light power, the seed would be taken away. Although he was not sure if the changes in his body were due to the seed sprouting, he clearly understood from the mystic turtle that the seed of light was a great treasure.

This made Chen Mo extremely excited and stirred his competitive spirit.

Moreover, the entrance to the small cave had been sealed for several days, and his family must be very worried. The spirit fields at home were about to yield a bountiful harvest, and the spirit rice was a delicacy coveted by all kinds of beasts. Ordinary beasts could be dealt with, but second-stage beasts were a different matter. Thinking of this, Chen Mo was eager to cultivate and increase his strength.

Following the mystic turtle's instructions, Chen Mo placed the spindle-shaped jade crystal on his forehead. Suddenly, something strange happened. The jade crystal dissolved into a formless essence and seamlessly entered his consciousness.

There was no need to memorize it, as the Great Light Divine Technique was deeply imprinted in Chen Mo's mind like a brand.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of the formless space, Chen Mo closed his eyes and recalled the content of the Great Light Divine Technique.

The text was not obscure or difficult to understand but was filled with vivid and lifelike images, which appeared in his mind one by one.

Such a mysterious and unprecedented method of inheritance was truly astonishing. Could this really be a divine-level technique? But it made sense, given that the Light Divine Race had gathered the best of their race and spent countless years to create a technique that held the hope of their revival. It couldn't be just an ordinary technique.

Chen Mo's mind was clear and calm.

Time passed quietly, and he didn't know how long it had been. He finally opened his eyes, a glimmer of understanding flashing in them. The Great Light Divine Technique was indeed unique.

Light, the source of all life, encompasses everything and represents hope and the future. This divine technique, however, was not a divine-level technique as he had imagined, but rather an unranked technique.

Its greatest characteristic was its ability to merge with any technique, enhancing its quality. Its cultivation method was also different from mystic qi, which required opening all the body's orifices to draw in celestial mystic qi, circulating it through the body, and storing it in the dantian. The divine light power, on the other hand, required closing all the body's pores, entering a state of emptiness, and sensing the world with one's own body, storing the power in the consciousness. To perfectly merge divine light power with mystic qi was the true Great Light Divine Technique.

The "Green Wood Technique" that Chen Mo was currently cultivating was a low-grade, basic wood-element mystic qi technique. It had a slow cultivation speed, impure mystic qi, and low quality. However, its advantage was that it was easy to start, making it suitable for Chen Mo, who had no resources.

According to the implications of the divine technique, it could merge with stronger techniques to enhance its quality. Perhaps one day, it could truly encompass everything and become a divine-level technique, even surpassing the level of divine techniques.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo couldn't help but feel a surge of enthusiasm. The maintenance of his family, his brother's leg injury, and the various humiliations all required strong power to support. In any world, the law of the jungle remained unchanged.

In his consciousness, the incantations of the Great Light Divine Technique played over and over like a slideshow. His body's orifices were closed, and his mind gradually focused. A faint gray gas began to form, slowly filling his consciousness.

Time passed bit by bit.

Chen Mo formed a hand seal, and his entire body's aura disappeared, like a statue tirelessly cultivating. Finally, when his consciousness was filled with the gray divine light power, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Long-term cultivation had exhausted Chen Mo's spirit. After exiting his meditative state, he lay down on a large stone, his eyes filled with fatigue, but he still tried to keep them open, afraid of falling asleep and wasting any time.

The divine light power in his consciousness floated gently, like a gray mist.

Chen Mo knew that the next step in cultivation would be the most difficult: guiding the divine light power into his body, merging it with mystic qi, and circulating it through his meridians to form the first thread of true Great Light Mystic Qi.