Chapter 5

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Chen Mo's hair, along with the red mist enveloping his body, surged upward like flames dancing wildly. Despite Chen Ye's surging mystic energy and fierce attacks, Chen Mo stood rooted to the ground, merging with the rock, immovable.

Behind Chen Ye, it felt as if a blazing furnace was tightly attached, fiercely roasting him. Even as a mid-stage Spirit Apprentice specializing in fire, he was almost unable to withstand this destructive heat.

Above their heads, the rift in the sky grew larger, the sky over the Small Cavern Heaven turning pitch black. The blood-red eyes rapidly spun and intertwined, seemingly gathering the power to destroy heaven and earth. Lightning struck, splitting the rocks, and thunder roared, shaking the earth.

"Chen Mo, are you crazy? The spatial rift is about to close, let me go quickly." Chen Ye was afraid and timid. His heart felt like the molten pool at the bottom of the cliff, boiling with intense heat.

The reckless fear the brave, and the brave fear those who disregard their lives. Chen Mo truly disregarded his life; he was a waste of a life, not worth much. But Chen Ye, though not a noble born, was a significant figure in the Chen family, with excellent potential and focused cultivation. His life had been smooth and bright, and he did not want to die, nor did he wish to die.

Chen Mo's eyes were bloodshot, and a deathly aura emanated from his body, ignoring Chen Ye completely. The fire toxins surged through his blood vessels and meridians, swelling and almost bursting, burning into flames. But at the moment of impending explosion, the crystal-like light cocoon floating in his consciousness began to undergo some mysterious and subtle changes.

If Chen Mo could immerse himself in his consciousness, he would "see" the light cocoon slowly rotating, stirring his chaotic consciousness, gradually forming a tiny vortex.

The vortex generated a suction force, pulling at the pineal gland between his eyebrows. The fire toxins and fire properties in Chen Mo's body were drawn into the light cocoon.

As the light cocoon rotated, the fire toxins were separated, and the pure medicinal properties were completely absorbed.

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

As the light cocoon grew larger and rotated faster, the suction force in the consciousness vortex also increased. The fire toxins and medicinal liquids that were ravaging Chen Mo's internal organs, meridians, and blood vessels were continuously drawn into the light cocoon, like a reverse mountain spring, being greedily devoured.

Suddenly, a sharp, sword-like boulder fell from the sky, slicing through the stone platform in front of Chen Mo like a knife through tofu, rolling into the lava and disappearing.

Flying rocks splattered, and Chen Ye, unable to avoid them, was hit in the face, blood streaming down. In a moment of terror, he screamed, "Ah~" feeling the breath of death, he cried out in fear, "I don't want to die, Chen Mo, no, no. Lord Chen, I was wrong, I shouldn't have taken your spirit fruit. I'm a beast, I'm a scoundrel. Please, let me go, I swear I won't cause you trouble again. You'll be my boss, I'll do whatever you say, I have a hundred-year-old ginseng root here..."

A series of desperate pleas tumbled out, the once arrogant and domineering Chen Ye now like a pitiful, helpless little chicken, utterly wretched, even throwing out the hundred-year-old ginseng root he had.

But Chen Mo's jaw was clenched, blood seeping through. His arms, like an iron band, held Chen Ye tightly to his chest, unmoved by his cries and curses.

Chen Mo's strange transformation continued. In the past, when the light cocoon was young, it would slowly consume the Green Wood Mystic Energy Chen Mo cultivated. But that process was slow and long, taking two full years to grow to the size of a corn kernel.

During this time, it severely hindered Chen Mo's cultivation, causing his progress to stall, and he was labeled as a waste.

He had also been examined by the elders of the family, who concluded that Chen Mo had a congenital leaky body, and most of the mystic energy he cultivated would dissipate, leaving his future bleak. When his uncle was still alive, he could still receive a normal amount of cultivation resources each month.

However, after his uncle died in battle and his older brother was crippled in a fight for his sake, the family found an excuse to strip him of the monthly stipend due to him as a bloodline descendant. This added to his already slow cultivation progress, but he never gave up. As long as there was hope, perseverance, and endurance, even if the results were not strong, he continued to improve.

Chen Mo firmly believed that there were no steps that could not be taken, no tomorrow that could not be reached, because he was still striving and never gave up.

The blood-red vortex in the void grew larger, like a giant mouth swallowing the heavens and earth. The Small Cavern Heaven shook violently, tilting and collapsing. The floating boulders crashed into the mountains, breaking and collapsing. Smaller rocks flew wildly, and the sky could no longer withstand the immense force.

Chen Mo's internal organs burned with intense, raging flames. His consciousness was a chaotic mess, with only one thought remaining: not to let the person in front of him escape. He stood like a statue, oblivious to the dramatic changes in the Small Cavern Heaven.

But in his mind, the light cocoon, fueled by the energy from the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit, was growing at an incredible speed, becoming larger and more solid. In the end, it condensed into a clear, translucent, diamond-shaped crystal, emitting a soft, warm, and peaceful light.

At this point, it stopped growing but absorbed the energy from the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit even faster. Its light grew brighter, gentle, and filled with warmth and tranquility.

Chen Ye felt as if he was suffocating, his heart sinking to the bottom. Was it really over? He never thought he would die in such a place without ever spreading his wings.

Now, drinking the bitter wine of his own making, he regretted it bitterly. Why did he have to take Chen Mo's things? This beast was definitely a senseless madman. Was he really going to die here with him?

Outside the entrance to the Small Cavern Heaven, two Chen family disciples who usually followed Chen Ye around, showing off, waited anxiously for him to return with the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit.

But the entrance was about to close. The bolder one, peering through the barrier, saw the strange vortex, flying boulders, and dust inside. Chen Mo, the waste, had restrained Chen Ye, who was struggling helplessly. The stone platform they were on was tilting, and rocks were rolling into the molten pool, lava splashing everywhere. He was terrified, his body shaking like a sieve.

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