Chapter 179 Life is endless, and it does not depend on external sources.
Author Flying Old Vinegar presents "Tianjin: Starting Immortality Through Unorthodox Methods" on Cola Novels.
No. 177 Liuye Alley, inside a small villa.
The room was extremely dark, with only the pale yellow light of the array patterns on the ground and the warm luster of the dragon vein fragments flickering in the darkness.
Each time the light comes on, it brings with it a surge of yin energy, and when it goes dark, the room falls into a brief silence.
Chen Mo stood with his back straight, his hands resting on his knees, palms up, fingers slightly spread.
He had been sitting like that for a long time, his breathing so deep and even that it was almost imperceptible.
The Yin energy in the dantian was no longer the misty cloud it had been before.
Instead, it condensed into the shape of a lotus seed about one centimeter in diameter, with a deep purple color, and slowly rotated in the void of the dantian.
The moment the lotus seed is formed, a powerful suction force bursts forth from its core.
Chen Mo's body trembled.
The Taiyin Qi in the other five Yin orifices surged out like a flood bursting its banks, flowing upstream along the Du Meridian and stirring up tremendous waves in the Dantian.
He couldn't help but furrow his brow; the feeling wasn't pain, but an indescribable emptiness.
The other five yin orifices were now completely empty, with not a drop of true energy left, making him feel extremely uneasy.
In the void, the lotus seed absorbed all the true energy, but its size did not continue to increase.
It stopped and remained still for a moment, about one centimeter in diameter.
"boom!"
The lotus seed suddenly split open.
From the very center, along an invisible central axis, a hair-thin slit appeared.
Purple light burst forth from the crack, which grew larger and larger, and the outer shell peeled off to both sides.
The fragments melted the moment they fell off, turning into a flowing purple liquid that slowly rotated around the central light source.
A crescent moon rose from the fragments.
It is only the size of a thumb, as slender as a willow leaf, and its curves are so beautiful that they seem otherworldly.
It has slightly upturned ends and a slightly concave middle, with a deep purple luster flowing throughout.
A very faint purple halo surrounded the edge, trembling gently, like a newly hatched butterfly testing its wings.
The moment the Purple Moon took shape, all the purple liquid in the dantian was absorbed by it and became part of its body.
In the void, a brilliant purple light shone, instantly illuminating the entire dantian.
A wisp of pale purple Yin energy surged from the core of the Purple Moon. It was no longer the gaseous, misty substance it had been before, but had become nearly tangible.
It was as thick as liquid mercury, yet as light as a wisp of smoke, carrying a heavy weight as it flowed through the dantian.
The dantian is the foundation of the yin energy, and now it is being re-infused with this newly generated, dense true energy, like a dried-up riverbed welcoming a flood.
The purple marks on the walls of the acupoints became increasingly darker, changing from light purple to dark purple, and from dark purple to purplish-black, with an increasingly bright luster.
Chen Mo felt as if his dantian had been stretched open from the inside. It wasn't a tearing pain, but a feeling of fullness that made him feel at ease.
Purple Moon continues to give back.
One wisp after another of Taiyin Qi surged out from the core of the Purple Moon, flowing along the meridians to the Tanzhong point and the acupoints of the limbs.
One by one, the yin orifices were refilled with the almost tangible Taiyin Qi.
The moment each acupoint was nourished, Chen Mo could feel a transformative change.
The four acupoints on the hands and feet are like four lamps lit up, connecting with the Dantian (lower abdomen) to form a complete cycle.
The primary acupoint is Tanzhong, the root is Dantian, and the four acupoints on the hands and feet are secondary.
Six acupoints and six purple lamps formed a complete Taiyin star map within Chen Mo's body.
The purple moon hung in the center of the dantian, rotating calmly and steadily. With each pulsation, it pumped out a stream of extremely pure Taiyin Qi, which flowed along the meridians to the Tanzhong point and to the four acupoints on the hands and feet.
Then it flows back to the dantian from these acupoints, forming a continuous cycle.
The moment Chen Mo's consciousness touched Zi Yue, an unprecedented sense of clarity rushed to his head.
The world has never been so clear.
Within his sea of consciousness, the Moonlight Mirror shone brightly.
A beam of purple moonlight poured out from the mirror, traveled along the Ren meridian straight into the dantian, and landed on the crescent moon.
The purple moon trembled slightly and began to slowly rotate.
Round and round it goes, each rotation brightens it by a little, and each little brightens it by a little more solidification.
A line of words appeared on the mirror, the purple ink still cold and clear.
"The Taiyin True Seed is complete. Form: Purple Moon Seed. Grade: Upper Heavenly Grade. Characteristics: Naturally generated by moonlight, requiring no external source. True Qi transforms into liquid, and the acupoints are clear and bright."
"The Purple Moon Seed is formed from the essence of Taiyin, and is a manifestation of the transformation and sublimation of Taiyin power, one in ten thousand."
Chen Mo opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.
It felt heavier, every movement carrying a heavy weight, as if the blood in the body had been replaced with mercury.
He extended a finger, his mind subtly shifting.
A wisp of purple Yin energy overflowed from his fingertips, condensing in the air without dissipating.
It was no longer the ethereal mist that seemed to dissipate at any moment, but rather a nearly liquid purple vapor that emitted a faint glow in the darkness.
Chen Mo flicked his wrist, and purple energy flew out, landing on the wooden frame of the windowsill.
Silently.
A thin crack appeared on the wooden frame, the cut as smooth as if it had been shaved with a knife.
He looked at the crack with satisfaction and tried to channel his inner energy into his right fist.
Almost at the moment the thought was uttered, thick Yin energy filled the entire arm.
A thin layer of purple gas film appeared on the fist, condensing and not dissipating, like a semi-transparent glove covering the fist.
If his fists were wooden mallets before, they are now iron hammers.
Chen Mo glanced around, then looked at the abandoned elm wood table in the corner of the room. He gently pressed down from a distance, and a burst of purple energy shot out from his palm, landing on the table in the blink of an eye.
There was no shattering, no loud banging; there was only a clear handprint on the table.
The five fingers are distinct, and the palm edge is clear, as if something had pressed it directly into the wood. There are no cracks or breaks in the surrounding wood, making it eerily smooth.
He walked over and gently touched the edge of the palm print with his finger.
My fingertips sank in.
The entire interior of the table had been pulverized by that burst of true energy, but the exterior still retained its original shape.
With a slight exertion of force from Chen Mo's fingers, the entire table silently collapsed, turning into a pile of fine powder.
"Penetrating power..." he murmured to himself, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
Although the Yin energy of the past could also harm people, it was not sharp enough. It could not harm a master who had mastered body tempering or that giant spider.
But now, with the true energy condensed to a near-liquid state, the attack has become extremely heavy and sharp.
The true energy from that palm strike didn't dissipate after passing through the table surface; instead, it maintained its complete form and continued to propel forward, directly shredding the internal structure.
If it hits a living person...
Chen Mo shook his head, temporarily suppressing the thought, returned to the bed, sat cross-legged again, and focused his consciousness into his dantian.
The purple moon in his dantian hung quietly, rotating calmly and steadily.
With each rotation, a wisp of near-liquid lunar energy surges out from the center of the moon.
It is ever-renewing and does not depend on external sources.
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