Chapter 7: The Brahma Sutra

The valley is not large, yet it is very tranquil. A ray of sunset filters through the deep woods onto the moss, creating a hazy and melancholic atmosphere. The clear stream flows with a gentle "whoosh... whoosh..." against the stone bed, imparting a sense of serene delight.

The fairyland seemed to be in awe, with its mouth wide open in surprise

Brahma's Secret Art

Three golden letters are embossed on the cover of the book. "Absolutely not an ordinary item!" Moran thought with certainty

Uncertain how much time had passed, Mo Ran gradually awakened. Her body felt soft and weak, lacking even the strength to open her eyes. She lay there, sensing the chill in the air had penetrated her body, causing her to shiver. The ground was very cold, yet her body could not move, leaving her with no choice but to grit her teeth and endure.

"Isn't he dead?" he murmured to himself, slowly opening his eyes. With his right hand, he pushed against the ground with great effort. "Ah!" Suddenly, the movement aggravated the injuries within him, causing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, and he fainted once again.

"Could it be that a master is living in seclusion here?" Looking at this strange scene, Mo Ran suddenly recalled a clichéd plot from online novels: a penniless youth, with no background or influence, encounters a hidden master after a life-and-death experience. The master tells the youth a bunch of nonsense about "great opportunities, fate, and you are the one we have been waiting for," before taking him as a disciple. From then on, the youth lives with the master, and after several years, he becomes an unparalleled expert, dominating a region.

Just as Mo Ran felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by this energy, a figure, indistinguishable between reality and illusion, suddenly appeared beside him. The apparition raised its hand and gently waved, sending a visible green light into Mo Ran's body. Once the green light entered, it quickly intertwined with the purple energy within him. After a moment, the purple energy was gradually suppressed by the green energy, slowly returning to Mo Ran's purple mansion dantian. Mo Ran's trembling body also gradually returned to calm.

Swish... swish... swish... The gray-clad man had not left for long when three figures floated down. Among these three, two were middle-aged men, and one was an elderly man

He spat on the ground after shaking his head in disdain

This is a valley surrounded by towering mountains, with peaks rising on both sides, each displaying a myriad of forms. The melodious singing of birds fills the air, while a refreshing breeze from the stream wafts through the atmosphere

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Suddenly, Mo Ran took a couple of steps and realized that although every movement caused him excruciating pain, the wounds all over his body were gradually healing. Despite having been attacked by the young man twice, it seemed he had not sustained any serious internal injuries. It was merely that due to his earlier desperate escape from the young man's pursuit, his body was already overloaded and somewhat fatigued

At this moment, the elder spoke: "No, whenever a spiritual herb emerges, there will certainly be extraordinary phenomena, and moreover, no legendary-grade storage device can completely shield the aura of the spiritual herb. Although the person who came earlier was powerful, the direction he left did not carry the aura of the spiritual herb."

"Could it be so coincidental? Since I am already here, I will first assess the situation." With a firm resolve, Mo Ran raised his hand to touch the green halo, feeling it like water. His palm passed through the halo to the other side. Gritting his teeth, Mo Ran closed his eyes and lifted his feet to step over the halo. He felt a wave of refreshment, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived in another place

The mouth felt sweet, like paste, "It should be blood." Although Mo Ran's consciousness was somewhat hazy, he was still able to think independently

The chirping of the birds awakened Mo Ran from his deep slumber. He walked to the stream to wash his face, feeling much refreshed and noticing that his body felt significantly better than the day before. Only then did Mo Ran begin to carefully observe this small valley.

The fruity aroma... Mo Ran's eyes brightened, and he hurriedly followed the fragrance wafting through the air. After walking for a while, he saw a stone cave ahead, from which a faint light was emanating. It was evident that there was another world within the cave. The rich fruity scent was indeed coming from this place.

As he was lost in thought, a rumble from his stomach interrupted him. However, there were clearly no fruit-bearing trees in sight. Fortunately, there were fish in the nearby stream to satisfy his hunger. With nightfall approaching, he walked to the stream and effortlessly caught two fish from the water. Returning to the shore, he gathered some twigs and dry grass to construct a simple barbecue rack, skewering the fish with the twigs and starting to roast them.

The facilities of the thatched cottage are quite simple, with only an ancient rattan table and two mats, and on the table lies a book. For some reason, Mo Ran always feels that the atmosphere here is very familiar.

"Could it be that we are mistaken?" the middle-aged person asked in confusion

Looking up, he felt a sudden sense of confusion; falling from such a height and not dying, he truly did not know whether it was luck or misfortune

Where is this? It looks like a valley.

He made a strong effort to control his slightly excited emotions and walked to the table to pick up the "Heavenly Book" for a closer look

Mo Ran walked into the stone cave, groping his way towards the light. After walking for a while, he estimated that he had reached the end, where a circular green halo appeared before his eyes

I am also unclear; it seems that we are fated to have no connection with the elixir. Having said this, he paid no attention to the two individuals who were deep in thought, turned, and flew away, leaving the two middle-aged men to exchange a glance before promptly following the elder.

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This place remains a valley, but it is much smaller than the one outside. In the center of the valley stands a thatched cottage, surrounded by trees and flowers in shades of red and green. To the right of the cottage is a small waterfall. Looking up, one can only see thick white mist, obscuring even the source of the waterfall.

"Ugh... I'm full." Mo Ran let out a long belch, then curled up his body and fell into a deep sleep

"Could it be that someone has already taken action? Earlier, I sensed a powerful presence passing through here," the middle-aged man said again.

As Mo Ran gradually eased from his trembling, a deep voice sounded in his ear: "You have arrived"

Mo Ran once heard Elder Fang say: In the Brave Martial Continent, to become a strong individual, one must cultivate a certain technique. The levels of these techniques are classified from low to high as low-tier, mid-tier, high-tier, legendary, and epic. However, he had never heard of any book that could emit an aura.

Upon picking up the "Brahma Sutra", Mo Ran suddenly felt an immense pressure and excitement

Mo Ran, who was in the inner valley, was unaware of the events happening outside. At that moment, he was surveying his surroundings inside the thatched cottage located in the middle of the inner valley.

At that moment, a sphere of purple light slowly began to shine from Mo Ran's lower abdomen, moving upward along the chest towards the head. Immediately after, another sphere of purple light also emerged from the lower abdomen, traveling down along Mo Ran's legs towards the feet. After traversing every corner of Mo Ran's body, the two beams of purple light returned to the lower abdomen. When the two spheres of light converged, they erupted into a blinding brilliance before vanishing.

"That's not right? It should be here, how could it be missing?" The gray-cloaked figure searched around again but still found nothing. "Could it be a misjudgment?" Having found nothing, the gray-cloaked figure leaped and flew away. If Mo Ran had seen the gray-cloaked figure here, he would surely have been astonished; flying! It seems that only those at the Martial Sovereign level and above can achieve such a feat.

A figure in gray swooped down into the valley where Mo Ran had previously fallen. It looked around, as if searching for something

"Why has it disappeared?" another middle-aged man responded

This book, which naturally emits an aura that feels very familiar to him, is defined by Mo Ran as a "heavenly book"

Why do I feel this way? Mo Ran, perplexed, shook his head to dispel the doubts in his heart. Slowly, he opened the book, and a beam of purple light shot up into the sky, quickly enveloping the entire thatched cottage. At the same time, the purple energy in Mo Ran's dantian surged uncontrollably, and he suddenly felt a massive energy filling his meridians, accumulating more and more, causing his body to expand rapidly

After a careful contemplation, Mo Ran finally confirmed that the familiar aura emanated from the book on the table

Looking down at myself, I see that my clothes have already been stained red with blood. Slowly raising my left arm, a sharp pain immediately surged through me. Gazing at the two deep, shocking gashes on my arm, a sense of fear inevitably arose in my heart: "If my left hand hadn't blocked that damned tiger's strike at that moment, I would probably have been disemboweled by now"

At that moment, a rich and fragrant aroma wafted over from the direction behind Moran

I really have had terrible luck. There is actually an inner valley here. This time, Mo Ran thought with great certainty.

"This is the place," said one of the middle-aged men

Oh... with a painful groan, Mo Ran opened his eyes, struggling to sit up, and began to carefully observe his surroundings.