However, this is only the tip of the iceberg. When internal energy is cultivated to its most profound extreme, it gradually solidifies, settling in the dantian like a dantian embryo. At that time, all internal energy will burst forth from the dantian, becoming more than ten times stronger. This stage is known as Dan Jin, or the Ning Dan Realm by some martial artists who cultivate their character, signifying the condensation of the inner core.
At this point, the inner strength undergoes a transformation, becoming not only more powerful but also possessing miraculous effects. Depending on physique and the specific martial arts manual used, the inner force acquires various attributes. For example, the Nine Yang Inner Force is specifically designed to nourish the body, becoming even more profound and enduring at the inner strength stage.
Upon reaching the Ning Dan Realm, one can even transform the mundane into the extraordinary, unleashing the body's potential. This can not only turn white hair black but also accelerate wound healing, possessing a variety of incredible and miraculous powers…
However, the old man gently shook his head. There was a significant difference between the Core Formation Realm and the True Qi awakened by extraordinary individuals. Ultimately, internal energy still functions according to the body's own constitution. The Nine Yang Internal Energy couldn't magically revive a person on the verge of death; new shoots won't grow on rotten wood.
However, the more miraculous True Qi could do just that—restoring flesh and bone, bringing the dead back to life was no longer a dream!
Moreover, True Qi could be easily released, possessing boundless power. At the Danger Level, it could allow one to ascend to heaven and descend to the earth. Internal energy, on the other hand, could only achieve similar feats upon successful Core Formation, reaching the Great Perfection of Alchemy. However, each had its own advantages. A Great Perfection of Alchemy was practically a terrestrial immortal, considered the closest to a perfect strategic-level existence.
Some even speculated that if someone were both a Great Perfection of Alchemy and a strategic-level extraordinary individual, wouldn't that be the so-called Forbidden Level?
At that time, the entire world of extraordinary individuals and martial artists would welcome an undisputed "god"!
The old man had actually encountered such a person before… the man who sealed his dantian with a single slap, leaving his dantian embryo still atrophied. This man had walked the seas, capsized an aircraft carrier, and shocked the world!
However, even so, that man was still a little short of achieving mastery in alchemy; otherwise, he would have been unharmed that day… instead of disappearing to this day.
Fortunately, this was the case, allowing him to have a plan to turn things around. Otherwise, he might have been suppressed and humiliated to death for the rest of his life by that "god" who had taken away his beloved granddaughter whom he had nurtured for over a decade.
Snapping out of his reverie, the old man reluctantly stroked the young woman's smooth, silky legs, as delicate as snowflakes. Then, noticing the mess between her legs, he knew he couldn't continue. Otherwise, if his "precious granddaughter" found out what had happened tonight, things might get very different…
You see, while his precious granddaughter lacked talent in internal energy cultivation, she had thoroughly mastered his little bit of witchcraft, and later even awakened powerful mental abilities, learning "spirit exorcism."
He was probably no match for her now…
So, the old man's gaze shifted, and he noticed the beautiful woman on the recliner. A lewd smile crept onto his lips. Since he could no longer dabble in his sisters, this mother might be a good alternative. He'd have to find a way to make her come to him more often!
"This is a dream..."
"This is a dream..."
Seeing that strangely familiar girl, beneath her flat stomach, her swollen, red labia, like a ripe peach, between her snow-white legs, were now lasciviously parted, a thick, blood-tinged semen slowly flowing from her pink-pink opening. Her anus was also slightly open, gurgling and overflowing like a milky spring.
The entire alluring hollow between her legs was a mess, a shocking sight...
My heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a large, sharp hand, each beat accompanied by an uncontrollable tingling pain. The tender girl also caused me immense heartache, and even the beautiful woman lying beside her seemed strangely familiar.
Actually, although seeing all this was like seeing through a thin veil, obscuring their faces, isn't that what dreams are like?
However, based on those strangely familiar figures and auras, I was already able to identify the women... Only the old man was a complete stranger.
"But this is ultimately just a dream..."
That's right, this wasn't just an unusually rare lucid dream, or perhaps the worries I had harbored earlier interfered with my subconscious, causing this nightmare to occur without warning...
But, when I looked back at the bed, the old man, whose face I couldn't see, once again grabbed the young girl's delicate feet and clamped them onto his ugly penis, rubbing and kneading them incessantly, while simultaneously forcing the innocent girl to tilt her head back, allowing him to kiss her wantonly.
Even though it was a dream, a strange bitterness and depression welled up inside me. The thought of such a scene actually happening...
The bitterness, depression, and anger surged like turbulent waves, like surging lava, impossible to suppress.
And the dense cracks around my vision seemed to echo my state of mind, slowly spreading and extending.
Then I saw the old man get off the bed, lift the voluptuous and beautiful woman onto it, and then arrange the three bodies—each of different ages and body shapes, but all exquisitely perfect—together. He then grabbed and squeezed their six breasts of varying sizes, kissed their delicate red lips passionately, and finally lifted the woman's legs, thrusting his thick, erect penis into her alluring vulva!
As unbearable moans filled the air…
My anger and aching sensations finally reached their limit. The cracks spread rapidly, and with a "bang," the bed shattered abruptly. The infuriating and suffocating scene before me vanished, and at the same time, I abruptly opened my eyes, sitting bolt upright in bed as if I had been pulled back up.
The light streaming in through the window was already quite blinding; it seemed late. I wiped the sticky, cold sweat from my forehead. The scene from the dream still felt vivid, yet I already had a sense of déjà vu. The anger and frustration of witnessing it firsthand quickly faded.
This made me even more certain that it was just a nightmare, a manifestation of my daytime thoughts…
And this dream left me feeling sticky and uncomfortable from the sweat. Just as I was about to get out of bed to wash up, a soft, melodious moan came from beside me, like that of a nightingale or a cuckoo.
I turned my head and saw a slender figure beside me, tiptoeing, twisting her waist, stretching her arms, and yawning sweetly…
Her long, black, lustrous hair, like fine silk, was spread out slightly disheveled. Her upper body, clad only in a loose T-shirt, was accentuated by her high breasts, revealing two alluring nipples. The hem of her shirt was pulled up, revealing her slender, flat waist, free of any excess fat. Her soft skin was taut, her lines exquisite, and even her jewel-like navel seemed slightly elongated, showcasing the beauty of a young girl's body.
Her round, delicate buttocks were finally covered by a small pink panty, but her long, stunningly white legs were encased in a pair of light amber-colored, thin, transparent stockings—between flesh and black. The curves of her legs were delicate, and the stockings shone with a soft sheen, exuding an inexplicable, irresistible allure.
Without a doubt, this girl was—Yu Tang!