This heavenly chasm, is the limit set by the Heavenly Dao for Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Across the heavenly chasm, lies the Golden Core.
Mo Hua had devoured a large number of demon monsters, yet the enhanced divine sense before this "heavenly chasm" seemed akin to a drop in the bucket.
The speed of his divine sense growth also sharply slowed down, eventually halting at the peak of Nineteen Patterns.
Mo Hua opened his eyes and sighed.
Just like breaking through Foundation Establishment with artifact refining, breaking through a great realm requires immense effort and years of accumulation.
The amount of divine sense needed for growth almost doubled.
It wasn’t the difference from Nineteen Patterns to Twenty Patterns that seemed like just one pattern.
But roughly equivalent to cultivating from One Pattern to Nineteen Patterns again, a full nineteen patterns of difference.
It wasn’t something that could be replenished with a grand feast.
Although Mo Hua had anticipated this situation, he was still somewhat regretful.
Mo Hua smacked his lips.
"If only I could reach the Golden Core in one go..."
Mo Hua fantasized in a somewhat wishful manner.
But the gap between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core was even greater; he couldn’t figure out what he could consume to ascend.
Eating a real Evil God?
Mo Hua shook his head.
Not to mention an Evil God, he couldn’t even afford an Evil Embryo.
Now, an Evil Embryo was parasitizing within his divine soul, and he had no means to deal with it.
"Forget it, the peak of Nineteen Patterns is still sufficient, you can’t become fat in one gulp..."
Moreover, the peak of Nineteen Patterns...
Mo Hua pondered, suddenly realizing that he had reached the limit of divine sense for Foundation Establishment.
Almost all Foundation Establishment cultivators thereafter couldn’t surpass him in divine sense, as he proved the Dao with divine sense.
And he was only in the Foundation Building Middle Stage.
Considering this, it was quite remarkable.
Mo Hua couldn’t help but feel a bit smug.
Furthermore, from now on, all Second-grade Arrays, except for the genuine Ultimate Formations above Twenty Patterns, would be easy for him to learn, without any pressure on divine thought.
Mo Hua was content and a little excited.
He was so excited that he couldn’t sleep—even though he usually didn’t need much sleep.
Mo Hua wanted to practice with a few formations, to see whether with his peak divine sense of nineteen patterns, learning formations would be faster and setting them up would be stronger...
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then took out paper and ink.
He spread the paper on the ground, placed the ink on the table, and then, using his divine thought as a brush and controlling ink with divine sense, began drawing formations on the ground.
This time, he wanted to see how fast he could draw formations with his peak divine sense at full strength.
So he poured out his divine thought without reservation.
But what he didn’t know was that the divine thought he released happened to touch a powerful and enigmatic Heaven Void divine sense silently wandering the Taixu Mountain...
And there was no Divine Mist Array set up in Mo Hua’s room to obscure perception.
He had just "consumed" an Evil Spirit, and there were still traces of impurities in his external divine thought.
As a result, he exposed himself.
In the Back Hill Forbidden Area.
An elder with a long beard suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp.
"Finally, I caught you..."
His divine thought carried a tinge of evil qi.
It was clearly a method to strip away the Evil Spirit’s surface, trying to disguise itself as a serious cultivator and escape detection.
But this "mask" wasn’t completely off, thus exposing the flaw.
"You... can’t run away!"
The elder’s withered hand suddenly slashed, reaching into the void.
Meanwhile, in the Disciple’s Residence.
The still clueless Mo Hua was diligently drawing his formation.
But as he drew, suddenly, an unexpected change occurred.
A terrifying fluctuation came forth.
A stark black, mottled spatial rift inexplicably tore open in the void before him.
Mo Hua was dumbfounded, his mind momentarily stalled.
Before he could react, a bony hand reached out from the spatial rift, grasped Mo Hua, and yanked him in.
Then, the spatial rift slowly closed.
Within the Disciple’s Residence, Mo Hua’s figure vanished, leaving behind an unfinished formation he was working on...
Back Hill Forbidden Area.
The spatial rift flashed, revealing a figure.
The elder with the long beard tore open the void and reached down, unsure of what he had captured, focused solely on pulling it in front of him.
"I want to see what kind of demon monster you are..."
The elder coldly snorted, then abruptly stopped speaking.
He was clearly stunned.
Now he discovered that what he had thought to be an Evil Spirit from a heretical path, an aberrant scoundrel, was what led him to shatter the void and reach out.
But what he pulled over was a young, handsome, clear-eyed... little disciple?
Moreover, based on his appearance and attire, he seemed to be a Taixu Sect member?
The unaware Mo Hua, held by the elder, blinked in confusion.
The old and young faced each other , the atmosphere momentarily silent.
After a moment, the elder slowly spoke, the voice hoarse and low: Follow current novels on novel{f}ire.net
"You... are you a Taixu Sect member?"
Mo Hua slightly came to his senses and glanced around, realizing he was in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by darkness, eerie tombs everywhere, the moonlight bleak and desolate.
And the elder before him seemed to be bound by formations and chains, though Mo Hua was unsure of his identity and realm, it was evident he was terrifying.
By instinctual perception, he was the kind of terror that could crush Mo Hua with a mere finger twitch.