Chapter 7

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Amidst the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

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Chen Mo, whose consciousness was in a state of chaos, finally regained a bit of clarity after an unknown amount of time. His clear, black-and-white eyes slowly opened, a bit confused. It seemed that the memory of the previous moment was still lingering, where he had clung tightly to Chen Ye, preparing to die with him.

What's the situation now? Am I dead?

"Something's not right," Chen Mo easily leaped up, both his body and mind in a perfect state. He scratched his head in confusion. Wasn't he injured and had consumed the Red Flame Spirit Fruit, which caused him to be poisoned by fire?

How did his injuries heal in the blink of an eye? Could it have been many days?

No, no, the fire poison from the Red Flame Spirit Fruit is extremely fierce. According to ancient texts, even a Spirit Warrior would suffer a severe loss of vitality and take a long time to recover.

But how could he, a mere初级灵徒 (初级 means '初级' and 灵徒 means 'spirit disciple'), with a slight and thin Greenwood Mystic Qi, remain unscathed?

While he was pondering with bated breath, he closed his eyes and used the Inner Vision technique to scan his consciousness sea. He was suddenly startled; everything was completely different.

The consciousness sea is a place within the human body, located in the pineal gland, neither real nor illusory. To say it is real, it is because the consciousness sea truly exists. To say it is illusory, it is because it is a place beyond the reach of the five senses. Only through perception can one sense its existence.

In the past, Chen Mo could勉强 (勉强 means 'barely') sense his consciousness sea, which was chaotic and blurry, containing a cocoon of light that made him both worried and hopeful. But now, the consciousness sea was solid and clear, unprecedentedly so. In the center, a beautiful crystal stone floated quietly, with a tender green sprout growing on it.

This? What is this? Chen Mo had been surprised by too many things today. He had many guesses about the light cocoon that consumed his Mystic Qi, but none of them predicted this state. It turned out that the light cocoon was actually a seed, and a seed that could take root and sprout.

Seeds are not rare. But what is rare is a seed that can sprout in the consciousness sea. The consciousness sea, for those with weak perception, is an illusory place. To be precise, it is a spiritual realm. The seed, like the consciousness sea, is neither real nor illusory, existing between reality and illusion.

As he was puzzled, a mysterious piece of information struck his consciousness. It made him feel as if he saw the tiny sprout in the consciousness sea continuously develop and grow, eventually becoming a giant tree that reached the clouds, with a canopy that blocked out the sun.

The giant tree emitted a soul-stirring aura, a dense green energy and radiance, almost tangible, spreading over the body.

On a branch in the center of the giant tree, a fruit about three feet in size grew. The fruit was green and translucent, with a faint jade-like white hue. After a short while, the fruit matured and bloomed like a flower.

In the middle, a girl with fair skin was curled up. The girl opened her pure, ice-like eyes, and a pair of white wings sprouted from her back. She flapped them and rose from the giant tree, flying freely.

A Light Angel!

For no reason, Chen Mo knew this name.

As she flew, her aura grew stronger and stronger, making Chen Mo feel a faint sense of oppression.

Suddenly, it seemed as if he was in a void filled with flying rocks. A black-armored, fanged giant beast, hundreds of feet in size, soared through the air, smashing huge pieces of diamond-hard rock to pieces wherever it went.

The giant beast was incredibly dangerous, exuding an ancient and primitive oppressive aura. Even a dragon would be easily torn to shreds in its presence.

At this moment, a Light Angel with wings sprouting from her sides, wearing ancient battle armor and radiating a holy, gentle light, appeared out of nowhere.

The giant beast was terrified, as if it had seen its ancestor, and quickly fled.

With her palms pressed together and tilted outward, a beam of light, exuding immense authority and capable of destroying heaven and earth, shot out in an instant.

Without a doubt, the hard scales of the black-armored giant beast were shattered, and its massive body was pierced by the pure beam of light, exploding into countless pieces of flesh and blood, dispersing into the endless void.

Chen Mo was shocked to the core. The Light Angel was truly too powerful.

"Boy, how long do you plan to sleep?"

Just as Chen Mo was stunned, a voice like a bell, filled with an ancient and primitive aura, buzzed in his ear, making his blood surge and his consciousness sea almost burst.

The voice woke Chen Mo with a start, and a mountain-shattering tremor almost made him fall.

"Who...?" Before he could finish speaking, the rock under his feet split open. Chen Mo drew a sharp breath and took several steps back. The cracks around him widened, and the ground slowly rose, as if the earth was tilting and plowing the land.

The sound of rocks colliding echoed through the valley, and the surrounding mountains trembled with a dull roar. Huge rocks tumbled down like cannonballs, landing and scattering debris.

Chen Mo quickly gathered the Mystic Qi in his body and grabbed the jade box Chen Ye had thrown. The Mystic Qi instantly filled his body, making his tattered clothes flutter. A faint green aura surrounded him as he leaped and dodged the falling rocks and cracks in the ground.

In such a perilous situation, he jumped onto a green boulder to take a temporary respite.

Before he could settle, he felt a wave of heat from behind. He slowly turned around, and the sight made him take several steps back. Two black, smoky holes were side by side, intermittently emitting hot air, which, though not scorching, had a foul, pungent smell. The strange wind almost made him lose his footing, and he retreated several dozen feet.

While still in the air, his heart tightened. A massive scene unfolded before him, making him jump in fright. At the foot of a mountain, a huge green turtle's head, with horns on its forehead, was revealed. The place where he had just stood was right below the turtle's nostrils.

Landing, Chen Mo, ignoring the pain from the fall, quickly turned and fled over a dozen feet, assuming a defensive stance like a thousand-year-old green plant. But he knew it was futile; the turtle's head was as large as a small mountain, and a single breath from it could kill him.

He had heard of turtle-type beasts before but never seen one so enormous. Its head was like a small mountain, and its nostrils like caves, inspiring awe and fear.

"Whoosh," the turtle exhaled again. The breath hit the mountain, causing sand and stones to fly in the distance. The exhaled breath formed a whirlwind, gradually growing stronger.

A whirlwind formed in the mountains, lifting branches and rocks to form a massive black tornado that instantly covered the entire valley. Chen Mo, who had never encountered such a large monster, suddenly felt a strong wind. He straightened his spine, dug his toes into the hard ground, and used the Thousand-Year-Old Green Plant technique to stabilize himself under a tree, hoping to survive by chance, immovable like a rock.

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