Chapter 9: Mutation

However, after two months of meditation and cultivation, the purple inner energy within began to converge into a vortex shape, gradually becoming smaller and eventually taking on the form of a small sphere. The newly cultivated purple energy flowed from the meridians to the purple palace dantian, and as soon as it entered the dantian, it quickly approached the small sphere, which was then devoured by the sphere. The sphere slowly grew larger, then smaller, maintaining a consistent size. Mo Ran discovered that this purple sphere, formed from the convergence of purple inner energy, possessed greater power than the initial vortex-shaped energy body. Mo Ran realized that the inner energy he cultivated had become purer, and the small amount of impure energy that had originally been mixed in had been gradually eliminated from his body during the training against the waterfall.

A long, soft breath was exhaled from the mouth, and in that moment, he once again returned to his optimal state

I wonder how the old man is doing now, Mo Ran thought to himself

Continue. Having adjusted his own state, he circulated the purple inner energy throughout his body and spoke to himself as he walked towards the waterfall

After enduring for a while longer, when he felt that he could no longer withstand the impact of the waterfall, he suddenly raised his spirits again, channeling the little remaining internal energy to the surface of his body. With a vigorous shake of his arms, he brought his hands together in front of his chest and forcefully spread them open towards the back.

As the waterfall crashed onto the body, it suddenly came to a halt, as if frozen in time. However, that was merely a fleeting moment; after the brief pause, the waterfall once again cascaded down upon Moran.

Suddenly, Mo Ran thought of something while looking at the picture book. He sat up abruptly, filled with excitement, and thought: "If I could become a powerful figure in a short time, then I could go find the old man and help him advance to the level of Martial Sovereign, Martial Madman, or even Martial Saint. Isn't it said that once one reaches the Martial Sovereign level, they can live for over 150 years? What about the Martial Madman? They must be able to live even longer, so the old man wouldn't have to die. Haha... I am a genius!" With this thought, Mo Ran laughed wildly at the sky.

Am I really going to die!" Mo Ran thought with a sense of sorrow

He shook his head and dismissed the negative thoughts: "How can we know it won't work if we don't try? Old Mao once said, the revolution has not yet succeeded, we must continue to strive. Yes, we cannot be defeated by ourselves; as long as there is a glimmer of hope, there is still a chance"

Although this powerful internal energy is difficult to control, after a long period of cultivation, Mo Ran discovered the key to it. This internal energy is like a newborn infant; when Mo Ran uses it to resist the waterfall, the internal energy becomes restless and agitated under external pressure, aimlessly darting around within the body, as if it possesses consciousness and is resisting the immense pressure from outside. However, when Mo Ran sits in meditation, as long as he gently guides it along a certain path, it will obediently flow according to his direction.

Upon thinking of this, Mo Ran suddenly turned over and jumped up, looking at the waterfall. The earlier feelings of disappointment and dejection had long vanished from his eyes, replaced only by the remaining determination and strength.

It cannot continue like this; if this situation develops further, I fear I will soon be overwhelmed. Thinking this, I hurriedly formed various hand seals, attempting to forcibly suppress the turbulent energy within me.

I hope everything is well with him. If only I were a strong person. Sigh...

A month has passed, and Mo Ran continues to practice under the waterfall. After a month of relentless effort, he can now stand under the waterfall for about twenty minutes, a result that he is quite satisfied with. With the support of the "Zhu Guo," Mo Ran has not wasted a moment, as his life is at stake. The stronger his abilities, the greater his hope of survival.

Ah... in the valley, beneath the waterfall, he was shouting loudly in a daze

"Not bad," he modestly praised himself, a hint of a smile appearing on Moran's face

Although Mo Ran used to argue and fight with Old Fang every day, he has always regarded Old Fang as family in his heart. After all, Old Fang took care of Mo Ran for eight years, and this bond is irreplaceable by anything else. After his rebirth, Mo Ran places great importance on familial ties. Even though Old Fang has passed away, Mo Ran has never forgotten everything he experienced in the past

Under the impact of chaotic inner energy, Mo Ran's consciousness gradually became blurred. The experiences of past life slid before his eyes like a series of paintings, each one unfolding in his mind. Feelings of grievance, unwillingness, and anger surged up in an instant.

After laughing for a moment, he furrowed his brows and sighed: "Up to now, I have only cultivated my internal energy, and I am worlds apart from Elder Fang's realm. Elder Fang became a martial master at the age of seventy. How many years must I cultivate to reach the level of a martial尊?"

Just as he took a step, suddenly, Mo Ran felt the purple internal energy within his body surge violently, all of it rushing back towards the purple palace dantian. Instantly, perhaps influenced by Mo Ran, the spiritual energy in the valley also began to stir, crazily flowing towards Mo Ran.

In the past, I practiced diligently every day, hoping that one day I could cultivate inner energy, so that Elder Fang would also be pleased. However, this wish remained unfulfilled until the day Elder Fang departed.

It can be said that the internal energy within Mo Ran is now truly pure. However, while the internal energy has become pure, it has also become increasingly difficult to control. When not in use, the purple orb quietly hovers in the purple palace, but every time Mo Ran uses it to confront the waterfall, he always feels a sense of powerlessness. Although this feeling is subtle, Mo Ran is still able to grasp it easily. This compels Mo Ran to exert great effort each time to control the erratic purple internal energy, preventing it from suddenly erupting and causing damage to his internal organs and meridians.

Unfortunately, the chaotic energy within his body, originating from hetushucom.com, not only remained unrestrained but showed no signs of abating; instead, it intensified. Finally, Mo Ran could no longer withstand the impact of the turbulent energy within him. The immense pain nearly caused him to lose consciousness. Mo Ran surrendered to the onslaught, curling up on the ground and rolling incessantly. All he could do was watch helplessly as the purple sphere in his dantian gradually grew larger and larger.

This sight startled Mo Ran, as he observed a small purple sphere suspended in the center of his purple dantian rapidly enlarging at a visible speed. The spiritual energy surging from the valley was frantically gathering towards the purple sphere, which, like bees drawn to honey, continuously devoured it, showing no signs of stopping.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Ran has already spent more than two months in the valley. In order to preserve his life, Mo Ran trains diligently every day. Over the past two months, he has not wasted even a single second. When he is full of energy, he engages in extreme training under the waterfall, and when he feels fatigued, he sits in place to cultivate his qi. Although his body and mind are exhausted, Mo Ran truly enjoys this fulfilling life

According to Mo Ran's inference, Elder Fang was already seventy years old when he left. Even if he were a fifth-level martial artist, he could only live to be around one hundred or one hundred and eighty years old. This time, it seems he is going to a very distant place, and it is uncertain whether he will ever see Elder Fang again in his lifetime. Upon thinking of this, a sense of loneliness suddenly welled up in Mo Ran's heart, akin to the feeling of someone taking something away from his own body.

In the azure sky and the heavenly spring, young master has decided to engage with you... With a loud shout, Mo Ran charged towards the waterfall

This change caused Mo Ran's expression to shift, sensing that the situation was not good. Mo Ran immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and spread his palms, resting them on his knees, as his spiritual perception rapidly extended to the Purple Palace, observing carefully.

Over the past two months, Mo Ran has discovered something strange. Whenever he sits in meditation to cultivate his internal energy, he notices that the purple internal energy within his Purple Palace Dantian is gradually changing. When he first acquired this internal energy, it manifested as a vortex within his body, residing in the Purple Palace Dantian. However, after being struck by lightning once, the purple internal energy began to uncontrollably surge around, and on one occasion, it nearly cost him his life. It manifested as a vortex within his body, residing in the Purple Palace Dantian. After being struck by lightning once, the purple internal energy would sometimes uncontrollably surge around, and on one occasion, it nearly cost him his life.

Now, not only has one cultivated inner energy, but also possesses rare encounters that only a few can have. Yet, at this moment, the old man from the other realm is unaware of his own whereabouts, truly illustrating the unpredictability of the world.

Lying on the ground, Mo Ran placed his hands behind his head and looked up at the clouds drifting in the sky. Suddenly, he felt a sense of nostalgia. Two months ago, he was just an ordinary child at the foot of Xiaodang Mountain, living a peaceful life with Elder Fang. Every day, he would chop firewood, hunt, help neighbors with farming, and exchange banter with Elder Fang. Although the food was not particularly good and life was somewhat frugal, it was still quite pleasant.

Boom... Moran was once again sent flying out.