Chapter 6

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“No!” Chen Ye roared wildly, the humiliation of begging for mercy for the first time in his life overwhelming him. Now, being restrained by Chen Mo's silent confinement, he was directly locked into a place of death. A surging hatred rose to the heavens, mingling with despair and collapse, driving him to the brink of madness and ferocity.

A blood-red vortex in the sky exploded with a dazzling bolt of lightning, cascading down like a thousand ravines, forming a series of streaks. It pierced through all obstacles, turning them to dust, the smoke boiling like a giant wave reaching the heavens. The thunderous roar was incessant, like the tolling of a death knell, claiming lives.

The gap in the Small Cavern Heaven had shrunk to the size of a person and was still contracting.

Chen Ye's face was contorted and purple, his forehead veins bulging, sweat streaming down, mingling with the blood on his face, forming grooves, making him look even more grotesque.

He felt the fiery, scorching body of Chen Mo behind him, the red mist trembling, burning the surrounding air, emitting a faint 'crackling' sound, like a bundle of wood burning to its core, bursting with astonishing power, constricting his internal organs in pain.

The gale howled incessantly, Chen Mo's hair, tinged with red mist, dancing wildly in the air like a golden-haired mad lion. The rock beneath his feet cracked suddenly. At this moment, the jade cocoon in his mind greedily absorbed the last of the medicinal power, becoming even more lustrous and white, as if basking in a warm bed, accumulating strength, waiting for the moment to break free.

The massive blood-red vortex in the sky covered the entire sky, whirling down like a pot lid, shredding everything in the Small Cavern Heaven. The air became as thin as paper, making it impossible to breathe.

Chen Ye opened his mouth wide, like a fish out of water. The battle with Chen Mo had consumed a lot of his mystic energy, and what remained was very weak. In his desperate struggle, he was also calculating Chen Mo's impending exhaustion and downfall, grasping at the last straw.

In this moment of life and death, Chen Ye took a desperate gamble, continuously stimulating his qi sea, gathering and concentrating the remaining fiery mystic energy into his right palm. His palm turned red, and a gaseous, misty fireball condensed in the center. This was his last chance to fight for survival in the narrow gap.

A flying stone hit Chen Mo's head, bringing a moment of clarity to his mind. His limbs were numb and unable to move, almost dried out by the flames, his lips cracked and bleeding, the only sign of life being the flow of blood. The power of the Ten Thousand Year Green beneath his feet was waning, and his feet, rooted in the stone platform, began to shake. He understood that death was approaching, but his heart remained calm. The last bit of mystic energy he had left was channeled into his arms, holding firm. He smiled brightly, his disheveled hair falling around him.

The Small Cavern Heaven trembled continuously, and the Grim Reaper made its grand entrance. The stone platform shattered with a loud crack.

Both men were jolted, and Chen Ye took the opportunity to reverse the unformed fireball, smashing it into the back of Chen Mo's head. A burst of firelight shot out, causing the air to ripple.

At the critical moment, Chen Mo faced the fatal blow without changing his expression, unafraid of death.

Without passion, there is no youth. The blood of youth should be spilled in this world.

Chen Mo, with a 'crack,' turned his stiff neck. At this moment, a simple movement was as arduous as an ant moving a boulder.

Chen Ye's fiery palm struck Chen Mo's shoulder with explosive force, the smell of burning flesh filling the air, the shoulder a mess of blood and flesh.

Chen Ye's heartstrings snapped like a thread cut by a sharp blade, all hope lost, his eyes vacant, his palm blackened and revealing white bone.

He had exhausted all his mystic energy, using the last bit of strength to bite Chen Mo's arm, blood mingling, indistinguishable from whose it was.

The massive, world-destroying blood-red vortex hung above their heads, almost within reach. Crimson lightning struck down, as if to shatter everything and devour it. Suddenly, many stone pillars shot up from the ground like bamboo shoots, like the sharp claws of the Grim Reaper.

A sharp stone pillar shot up from the gap in the stone platform, piercing Chen Ye from foot to head, impaling him like a skewer into the blood-red vortex.

With a 'puff,' Chen Ye instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, mixing with the dust, vanishing into the vortex. All traces of his existence in the world, like a kite with a broken string, could not be restored.

Chen Mo was thrown by the immense force. He was like a burnt log, his body limp, his vision blacking out, and he fell straight onto a protruding rock in the molten pool. His face showed no sadness, anger, or resentment, only thoughts of his family and blessings.

The gap in the Small Cavern Heaven suddenly closed. A gust of wind pushed the bold family member outside several yards.

The bloody and terrifying scene stunned him. He lay on the ground, trembling, foaming at the mouth, too terrified to speak.

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Time passed, hour after hour.

The light cocoon, after absorbing all the energy from the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit, finally stopped changing, quietly floating in Chen Mo's consciousness sea. Time seemed to stop, whether a moment or an eternity.

"Crack."

In this moment of extreme stillness, a fine crack appeared at the top of the light cocoon crystal.

A miraculous event occurred. A delicate, jade-white sprout, no thicker than a hair, emerged from the crack in the crystal, though small, it was full of vibrant life. The sprout grew quickly, becoming as thick as a sewing needle in a short time.

At the tip, a trembling, emerald-green leaf unfurled.

The light cocoon crystal in Chen Mo's consciousness sea was, in fact, a seed. At this moment, having absorbed all the energy needed for growth, it finally sprouted a tender leaf.

The delicate stem, though seemingly fragile, was lustrous and semi-transparent, with a faint glow of soft white light particles swirling around it. The newly unfurled green leaf was crystal clear and lush.

At first sight, it could dispel restlessness and bring peace and tranquility, evoking a sense of joy and wonder at such a miraculous life.

If observed closely, one could see the intricate veins and patterns in the stem and leaves. From the countless microscopic pores in the leaves, a thin green liquid seeped out.

The green liquid gathered, forming a full, green teardrop that bent the newly grown leaf.

"Drip."

The green teardrop rolled off the leaf and dropped into his consciousness sea, creating invisible ripples. The green teardrop transformed into countless green light points, flowing into his forehead, spreading through his body along the meridians and blood vessels.

The strange seed, which had been like a vampire, finally gave its first gift upon sprouting its first leaf.

The vibrant green light points quickly spread throughout his body, healing the meridians, organs, skin, and even broken bones, all under the influence of the life-giving green energy.

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