Chapter 160 Storage Treasure
Outside the window, a red moon hangs in the night sky.
Chen Mo sat cross-legged by the window, the moonlight streaming through the windowpane, casting a faint blush on his face.
He had been practicing the Taiyin Chongxing Chapter for almost half a year, and his dantian, tanzhong, and the four acupoints in his hands and feet had all been opened.
Only this last point is missing: the Shangyin Aperture, which is the brow apex.
According to the description of the technique, once the upper yin orifice is opened, divine consciousness can be born.
When one's divine sense is projected outward, one can perceive the smallest detail, discern the yin and yang energies, and glimpse the forms of ghosts and spirits.
Only by opening this aperture can one break through the middle stage and step into the late stage of Qi Refining in one fell swoop. After that, one can prepare to condense the seed of Yin Qi.
Chen Mo took a deep breath and circulated his internal energy according to the cultivation method.
The moonlight shone on his face, and the pale red halo seemed to come alive, slowly wriggling along the texture of his skin, seeping into his flesh bit by bit.
The breath travels up the spine, segment by segment, like ants crawling between the bones.
At the back of the neck, it splits into two branches, which go around behind the ears and finally converge at the center of the eyebrows.
A slight throbbing pain came from between my eyebrows, as if something was trying to push out from there.
Chen Mo did not open his eyes and continued to circulate the Yin energy.
The throbbing pain became more and more pronounced, spreading from the center of my eyebrows to both sides, and my temples also began to throb.
He gritted his teeth, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.
A gust of wind suddenly swept past the window, and the shadow of the locust tree swayed on the wall, its branches like living fingers scratching at the window.
Chen Mo ignored him.
At this moment, the Yin energy gathered more and more intensely, and the throbbing pain between the eyebrows turned into a stabbing pain, like a needle piercing from the inside out.
He knew this was a critical moment. When the upper yin orifice was about to open but hadn't, there would be a pain of the orifice breaking open. If he could get through it, he would be fine; if he couldn't, he would have to wait another three months.
He gritted his teeth and forced the last bit of Yin energy in his dantian upwards.
That aura traveled up my spine, through my cervical vertebrae, and behind my ears, before finally piercing deep into my brow!
"boom--"
It felt like something exploded in my head.
Chen Mo was jolted, and everything went blank before his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, countless lights and shadows surged in.
He saw it.
Things you can't usually see in your own room.
Wisps of black smoke seeped from the cracks in the wardrobe door, winding their way up to the ceiling.
The kite on the windowsill had a faint purple light floating on its wings, rising and falling gently like breathing.
He saw several yin veins on his body, from his chest to his lower abdomen, like glowing threads, faintly visible through his skin.
A cool, clear light emanates from the dantian; that is the source of the Yin energy.
Between his eyebrows, a thin crack opened outwards, like a third eye.
The upper yin orifice has opened.
Within three meters, every blade of grass and every tree is clearly visible.
Chen Mo opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
A three-meter radius isn't particularly large, but it's not particularly small either.
When it comes to actually making a move, these three meters are the line between life and death. Once you enter this circle, nothing can escape his eyes, no matter what it is.
He extended his divine sense for a while, and as he swept it across the bed, he turned downwards, his divine sense penetrating the thick wooden floorboards to reach the hidden compartment under the bed.
In the hidden compartment were several items: a Yin-attribute horizontal sword, a merit banner...
When Chen Mo scanned one of the items, he froze.
That jade disc.
But when he scanned it with his divine sense, it was as if he had bumped into an invisible wall.
It can't get through.
interesting.
Chen Mo opened his eyes, got up, and took the jade disc out from the hidden compartment.
Moonlight slanted in through the window and fell on the jade disc.
The jade is warm and lustrous, bluish-white like mutton fat, and feels slightly cool to the touch.
There is a ring of extremely fine engraved runes on both the inner and outer edges, densely packed.
The central ring is carved with cloud and water dragon patterns, with simple and smooth lines. The clouds are swirling clouds, the water is waves, and the dragon patterns resemble dragons but are not dragons, winding among them.
This craftsmanship is something that modern artisans could never have achieved.
What's even more peculiar is the round hole in the center of the jade disc.
The hole was small, about the thickness of a little finger, but when viewed against the moonlight, it seemed to contain a faint, ethereal mist, drifting and shrouded in mystery.
He stared at it for a long time and felt that the small hole was deep and unfathomable, like a well whose bottom could not be seen.
This thing was kept together with the half-roll of "The Art of Paper Making in the Underworld" left by my cheap grandfather.
He looked at it over and over for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he just put it into the hidden compartment.
Now that the Upper Yin Aperture has been opened and the divine sense has begun to take shape, it has been discovered that this thing can actually block the divine sense from probing.
Chen Mo held the jade disc up to his eyes, staring at the mist in the round hole for a long time, when suddenly an idea came to him.
If divine sense can't penetrate, can it probe into that hole?
He closed his eyes, refocused his consciousness, and this time did not crash into the jade wall, but carefully probed towards the central hole.
The moment his consciousness touched the opening of the hole, the misty aura suddenly stirred.
Like a living thing, it gently rolled up and actually drew his consciousness in.
Chen Mo was startled.
Suddenly, everything became clear.
It was a hazy, gray space, not large, about two cubic meters.
The surroundings were empty, with no walls or roof, only an endless expanse of gray mist slowly flowing by.
The ground beneath my feet felt unsteady, as if I couldn't stand on solid ground, yet I could clearly feel myself inside.
The ground beneath my feet felt unsteady, as if I couldn't stand on solid ground, yet I could clearly feel myself inside.
Chen Mo froze for a few seconds. Where was he?
He instinctively wanted to back out.
The moment the thought crossed my mind, the gray fog in front of me suddenly blurred, like smoke being blown away by the wind.
Then, he returned to his body.
I opened my eyes, and it was still the same room, the same bed.
Chen Mo looked down at his hand; the jade disc was still in his palm, unmoved.
He frowned and tried to enter with his divine sense again.
The thought had barely formed when everything went blurry before my eyes, and I found myself back in that strange space.
Could it be a storage magic item?
His heart pounded wildly; for a moment, he felt as if he had won the lottery.
The Bureau of Investigation's old files record that in ancient times there were alchemists who could open up a space within a mustard seed, containing Mount Sumeru, and hiding things in their personal belongings.
He had always thought it was just a legend, never expecting that such a thing actually existed.
And it's still my own.
Chen Mo suppressed his excitement and scanned the space with his divine sense.
empty.
There was nothing there.
It's two square meters, not too big, not too small either.
A few bundles of yellow paper, a few stacks of talismans, and a few ritual implements are more than enough.
He withdrew his consciousness and opened his eyes to stare at the jade disc in his hand.
Under the moonlight, the jade disc remained as warm and smooth as ever, with the mist slowly swirling in the central hole, like a half-closed eye quietly watching him.
He suddenly had a strange feeling; it seemed like this thing was craving something.
Hungry?
Chen Mo frowned and tried to channel a trace of Yin energy into the jade disc.
The moment the breath touched the surface of the jade disc, the engraved runes suddenly lit up.
A bluish-white light spread outwards in concentric circles along the patterns of the runes.
The thunder pattern lit up, as did the cloud and water dragon pattern, and the entire jade disc seemed to come alive, trembling gently in his palm.
Chen Mo was stunned. Before he could react, a suction force suddenly emanated from the round hole in the center of the jade disc.
His expression changed, and he tried to let go, but found that his fingers were as if they were attached to a jade disc, and he couldn't pry them open at all.
The Yin energy flowed out like water from a burst dam.
"Holy crap..."
Before he could finish speaking, the jade disc suddenly transformed into a beam of green light and hurtled straight toward his brow!
Chen Mo subconsciously closed his eyes.
They didn't bump into anything.
When he opened his eyes, he discovered that the jade disc in his hand was gone.
Something faintly appeared in my mind's eye.
Chen Mo quickly sat down cross-legged and focused his mind inward.
In that once empty, grayish-white mist, a jade disc appeared.
It was bluish-white and warm, with faint lightning patterns. Mist swirled in the central hole, hovering in the center of his sea of consciousness, slowly rotating.
This thing... got into my head?