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"Think carefully about what the Old Man said. I'll keep the Red Spirit Fruits for you. Come back to retrieve them when you're ready," Old Lu said as he took the remaining Red Spirit Fruits from Mo Wen's hands. Given Mo Wen's current state, it was not suitable for him to continue his cultivation. Most importantly, he had no idea what his next dream would entail.
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"Old Lu, I want to continue my cultivation."
"Have you thought it through?"
"I have. It was just a dream. Even if such a place exists, I am here now, and that doesn't make sense."
"Good, if you've figured it out, take this." Old Lu handed the remaining Red Spirit Fruits to Mo Wen without hesitation. Whether Mo Wen truly understood was something only he could know. Moreover, in the past half month, the little brat seemed to have matured significantly.
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After consuming two Red Spirit Fruits, Mo Wen lay down again, filled with anticipation for this dream while also carrying a sense of fear.
Before him appeared massive circular rings, standing tall against the sky. He felt as though he had been walking for a long time but still could not approach that place. Exhaustion washed over him, which surprised him; he was already a martial artist—though not particularly strong, it shouldn't be possible for him to feel this way. He stopped, utterly fatigued and in need of rest. He took a serious look around; this was the first time he had truly observed this world. Upon entering, it felt as though he had been drawn toward those circular rings, continuously moving toward them. The surroundings were eerily silent; aside from the Black Circles, there was nothing else—only black and white colors dominated this monotonous and strange world. Checking his body, he realized he had become a black shadow with no internal energy left. Panic set in.
At that moment, the rings in the sky began to change; they thickened and moved toward him as if they intended to swallow him whole. The rings twisted and became coarse; he could even see the granules on their surfaces. He started to run back desperately.
"Thump thump..." That was the sound of his heartbeat; now all he could hear was his own gasping breaths and the pounding of his heart as he ran forward in a frantic bid to escape those rings. Though he didn't know what would happen if they consumed him, his instinctive aversion to their unpredictable nature fueled his flight. He was utterly exhausted, feeling as if his legs had gone numb and his heart was about to leap from his throat. Ahead of him appeared a passageway; sensing light at its end, he sprinted toward it.
He finally burst out of the passageway just as it vanished behind him along with the rings. He found himself in a forest and took stock of his surroundings—still only black and white: black trees, a White Ground, and a sky resembling a white canvas. Mo Wen leaned on his knees, breathing heavily; he needed to recover quickly since he had no idea if those Black Circles would return. Feeling somewhat better, he continued forward. This world lacked any sense of direction or knowledge of how vast the forest was, but instinct told him that moving forward would lead him out.
As he progressed, the trees gradually became sparser. Through the gaps between them, he could faintly see an open space ahead. Mo Wen walked toward it for about fifteen minutes before finally reaching the clearing.
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