C4 (1/2)

Who's talking to me?

Chen Mo looked around, only to see that there was not a single person.

After walking a few steps, Chen Mo once again heard that soft and beautiful female voice sound from his sea of consciousness: ”Phantom Head, do you want to become stronger?”

That soft and beautiful female voice resounded in his mind: ”Phantom Head, don't be agitated. I'll live in your mind!”

Chen Mo's entire body shivered, he trembled in fear and called out: ”Who exactly are you? Are you a human or a ghost? ”

The gentle and beautiful female voice said: ”I am a god, if you want to become strong, then here is a Cultivation Method. You can take it and keep cultivating with me, and when you succeed, I will teach you how to become strong!”

”Remember, you only have six years. Within six years, if you do not cultivate to the last page, all the routes for the Essence will break one by one!”

”Every time you run or open a path, you must continue to open up a second path. You cannot stop, or you will continue to bleed. In the later stages, you will bleed from all your orifices and slowly die!”

”This is your only chance to rise up. Work hard!”

As the sound of his voice faded, Chen Mo felt an intense pain in his mind.

”AHH!”

Chen Mo screamed miserably, as if he was being bitten by tens of thousands of ants.

”Awoo …” ”Awoo …” ”Awoo

Chen Mo was still screaming when the sharp pain in his head suddenly disappeared completely.

At the same time, a book appeared in his memory, flickering with light.

How magical!

Chen Mo felt like he was hallucinating, his attention was focused on the cover of the book, on top of it were a few words: anaphase of chaos!

”anaphase of chaos?”

Chen Mo frowned, he did not understand what Cultivation Method it was.

He wanted to flip open the anaphase of chaos to take a look, but the anaphase of chaos had flipped to the first page.

There was a diagram of the human body's tendons and veins, as well as the route of luck. However, there was only one red route, while the rest of the meridians were all gray.

Chen Mo had cultivated the ancient martial arts before, and the ancient martial arts was also due to luck, but all of it was a reincarnation cycle between the mouth and the dantian.

After the dantian was gone, there was no way to reincarnate. Like a water pipe, there was no way to store the Essence or continue cultivating in the water.

And the route that he saw for the Essence did not have any reincarnation cycle. It also opened up a lot of routes, one after another.

”How strange, even dantian s can't pass the route of luck!”

Chen Mo mumbled to himself, and suddenly turned pale with fright. He suddenly thought of that soft and beautiful female voice, and was instantly stupefied.

Was there really a god in his head?

Slowly calming himself down, Chen Mo tried to call out a few times, but he couldn't hear anything.

The anaphase of chaos in his mind, was still shining brightly.

For the time being, he could only look at the first page. He had no way of knowing what would happen next.

Chen Mo thought: Forget it, I will go report first, if there is time, I will cultivate this anaphase of chaos, regardless of whether there is any effect, I will just try it.

If he could really make him rise up, then that would be great.

As for what the female voice said, he did not really care about the matter of him dying from blood loss if he did not finish the last page in six years.