vrcanaries Chapter 298 High Fever
Chapter 298 High Fever
At the end of the season, the abundant spiritual energy will be manipulated by the traction technique to rush towards the Dantian, trying to expand it before it bursts. On the one hand, it consumes the spiritual energy, and on the other hand, it expands the Dantian to carry more spiritual energy.
As long as we can break through the realm by the end of the season, this dangerous situation will collapse on its own.
After the man outside noticed Ji Mo's thoughts, he was stunned for a moment, hummed in admiration, and then showed a wicked smile.
"Little brat, your grandpa isn't dead yet, and you dare to break through the realm."
The severe feeling of dizziness came again. Although Ji Mo was nervous, he was still on guard and transferred the dizziness to Wang Ji's records. This time his spiritual energy did not disappear, but the traction technique to stimulate the spiritual energy had no effect no matter how he stimulated it.
The traction technique was stolen by the man. Although Ji Mo could mobilize spiritual energy with his consciousness without the traction technique, the speed would be significantly slowed down. The man knew this, so before he died, he tried his best to drag Ji Mo on the road with him.
After abandoning everything and launching a final attack, the man could no longer hold on. The dark blue flames and heart flames devoured him completely, leaving only a pool of black ash that floated into the air in the breeze.
At the end of the season, the story fell into the most dangerous situation under the manipulation of men.
The spiritual energy in the Dantian was washed away again and again, making the broken marks on the Dantian bigger and bigger, and it was about to explode at the next moment.
Without the assistance of the traction technique, Ji Mo's speed was almost half slowed down, and the remaining time was not enough for him to advance to a higher level. Now Ji Mo was like a person about to fall into the seabed. Although he was conscious, he could no longer be saved.
The fate of exploding and dying seemed inevitable, and he had no way out.
Ji Mo closed his eyes, and the phantom in his sea of consciousness reappeared.
A smile formed on the corner of his mouth, and he looked down at Ji Mo, "Are you going to give up everything you have now?"
"Without Dantian, you can't store spiritual energy. Without spiritual energy, you are just a mortal."
"Even if you survive now, you will soon die as a cripple."
"Without the ability to protect yourself, you're no different from an insect."
Ji Mo in his sea of consciousness had an indifferent expression as he looked at a figure that looked exactly like him.
"To live, you have to pay the price."
"We've known this rule for years."
"From the moment I escaped, I was ready to face these things."
In reality, Ji Mo let out a long sigh, and felt a sharp pain in his dantian. Ji Mo stretched out his only remaining left arm, clenched his fist with trembling hands, and slowly opened his dark pupils. All that was left was determination, as if he had made the final decision.
The blue flame faded from his body, and the thin chains fell off his arms.
Now there was only no other way left. Ji Mo exhaled his last trembling breath, and the blazing flames burned through his body, burning everything on it. This time he did not rely on [Taking what is insufficient to give to what is sufficient].
This time, he would make use of Wang Ji's understanding of the insufficiency of rebirth from the ashes, abandon his Dantian, abandon his realm, abandon everything, become a mortal, and then preserve his remaining life.
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A cold wind blew from the gloomy sky, and icy snowflakes fell from the sky. Ji Mo shivered in the cold wind. He stretched out his left arm and pulled the torn clothes on the right side into his arms, trying to keep warm.
But the torn clothes were full of rips, and occasionally you could see the exposed, red flesh from the cold. Ji Mo was trembling as he moved forward with difficulty.
Having lost his Dantian, he has completely fallen into the status of a mortal. Without the support of spiritual energy, he has already suffered from hypothermia in this cold winter. He bent over, struggling to resist the cold wind and heavy snow. The previous catalysis of impermanence made him lose even his last storage ring. At this moment, he no longer has any supplies. Everything he has was burned up in the fire.
Although he killed the man, it was only a means of hurting the enemy a thousand times and hurting himself eight hundred times. In the end, Ji Mo only left with one life, and nothing else. Whenever he thought of this, Ji Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly. He couldn't explain his feelings clearly, whether it was the joy of saving his life, or the regret of not being able to die and getting into trouble.
At this moment, he had no time to continue thinking about those things. In order to prevent being discovered, after abandoning his Dantian, Ji Mo did not stop, but continued to move forward against the cold wind. He had intended to follow the original plan, but because of his current physical condition, he had to change the route. The change in weather made Ji Mo's progress more difficult, and after losing the assistance of spiritual energy, Ji Mo's physical fitness plummeted. The cold wind and heavy snow infected his already exhausted body with typhoid fever.
At this moment, his body was so hot that even when he was walking in the cold wind, Ji Mo would occasionally see the phantoms of his parents.
Ji Mo was forced to put his original plan on hold. He planned to go back to the mud house, his real home, to recuperate for a while before discussing other things.
Although this would make him more vulnerable to the eyes of others, he had no choice at this end of the season.
If there is no place for him to protect himself from the cold and no herbs to heal his body, he will soon die of typhoid fever and high fever.
He pulled his clothes tighter in the cold wind at the end of the season, and the shoes on his feet had been worn out at some point, revealing his bare toes. After walking in the snow for a long time, his toes were frozen and turned purple, and were swollen. From the initial pain, he no longer felt anything now.
At this moment, Ji Mo felt dizzy and could not see anything clearly. He staggered and walked step by step in the direction of his memory.
From time to time he would sit down on the ground, wanting to take a rest, but he knew that if he stopped at this time, all his previous actions would be meaningless. If he stopped, he would surely die in the snow.
When exhausted, Ji Mo would pick up a handful of snow and wipe it on his face. The stinging sensation in the cold wind would bring Ji Mo, who was almost fainting, back to consciousness for a short while.
We walked and walked like this, and I don’t know how much time passed.
In a daze, Ji Mo seemed to see the house in his memory. It was as old as it was back then, with white snow hanging on the withered roof and clay pots filled with water piled up at the door. The confused Ji Mo suddenly became excited, as if he had seen a life-saving straw. He cheered up and took a few quick steps towards the house, but after walking for a long time, he was no closer to the house. Ji Mo, with his eyes slightly squinted, seemed to have thought of something. He picked up a handful of snow and wiped it on his face, only to find that it was all an illusion.
Before I knew it, I had lost my way and taken the wrong path. Instead of finding my home, I ended up at the edge of a cliff.
Ji Mo, who had sobered up a little, looked at the current scene and couldn't help laughing out loud.
He choked on his own saliva before he could laugh twice and started coughing loudly.
This time, Ji Mo was out of strength, so he simply sat down on the ground, not caring how cold the snow was.