Tao Cultivation is like water drops wearing stone, accumulated and settled bit by bit in seemingly dry daily life.
Over time, Mo Hua’s Formation and movement techniques both solidly and steadily improved.
Although the Swordsmanship was moderate, it was also advancing slowly.
At the same time, there was an ominous heaviness looming over the higher echelons of the Taixu Gate, as if a storm was about to break.
Occasionally, Elders from the Tai’a Sect and the Rushing Void Sect would often be seen walking around inside the Taixu Gate, discussing something unknown.
Mo Hua secretly asked Elder Master Xun what was happening.
Elder Master Xun just shook his head and said, "These matters are not for you to worry about; just focus on learning Formation."
Mo Hua hesitated, ultimately remained silent, and only responded, "Yes..."
But clearly, he couldn’t entirely set his mind at ease.
He was a disciple of the Taixu Gate. Though of little importance, at such times he wished to help somehow.
Elder Master Xun observed this, pondered for a moment, and then solemnly said, "If you can master the Formation, learn it to its peak, that would be the greatest help for my Taixu Gate."
These words were weighty, and Elder Master Xun spoke them with utmost seriousness.
Mo Hua was taken aback; he understood and nodded earnestly, "Elder, rest assured, I will learn well."
Elder Master Xun looked deeply at Mo Hua, nodding in satisfaction.
After this, Mo Hua kept Elder Master Xun’s instructions in mind, paying no attention to other matters and focusing solely on learning Formation.
He intended to continue cultivating steadily , but still, some unexpected occurrences happened...
That day, after finishing practicing Swordsmanship, Mo Hua read some Sword Dao heart principles, then read Formation Books for a while. As it was nearing 1 p.m, he lay on the bed early, and his Divine Sense sunk into the Sea of Consciousness.
In the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua sat in meditation for a while.
But shortly after, the originally silent Sea of Consciousness was suddenly filled with an eerie laughter.
It was Mo Hua himself laughing.
His face was pitch black, becoming extremely sinister. Follow current novels on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩
Mo Hua raised his hand, covering his face.
The laughter stopped.
Mo Hua’s expression returned to normal, but his brows furrowed.
There was deathly silence around. After a while, Mo Hua’s expression again began to distort, transforming into the visage of an Evil Baby, with a sharp voice laughing:
"I didn’t expect you to be such a perfect Divine Fetus, more ’perfect’ than I thought."
"Your Sea of Consciousness is the best nursery; your Divine Sense is a supreme supplement; and your Divine Soul shows signs of transforming into Divine Marrow..."
"The most wonderful thing is the fusion of Divinity and humanity!"
"Such a Divine Soul, I’ve never seen; once I transform you, my true form will descend, equating to possessing a demigod body."
"This is the true flesh and Divine presence!"
"Because of being flesh-bound, evil desires are naturally complete."
"And because it’s an Evil God, Evil Thoughts are undying and imperishable."
"In the Divine Authority status of the Great Wilderness, among the three thousand Divine Remains, hundreds of incarnations, and various Divine Fetuses, you will be the most special existence!"
"And you... will be me!"
The Evil Baby was very excited.
Mo Hua frowned, "You talk a lot. Are all Evil Gods such chatterboxes?"
The Evil Baby’s face turned ugly instantly, but then it sneered sullenly:
"Mere mortals, no matter how high your Cultivation, I disdain you. But you are different, you are qualified, you are worthy of me talking this much to you."
Mo Hua said, "Why don’t you come out, and we talk?"
The Evil Baby let out a mocking laugh, but didn’t respond.
Mo Hua was a bit disdainful, "Coward."
The Evil Baby’s face turned ferocious, but suddenly calm, revealing a hint of madness:
"I tolerate your rudeness, because sooner or later, you are me, and I am you. Therefore, my tolerance of you is also tolerance of myself."
Mo Hua’s gaze turned slightly dangerous, "Aren’t you afraid that I will slaughter you?"
The Evil Baby, using Mo Hua’s face, let out a sinister laugh:
"You cannot kill me; Evil Thoughts are undying and imperishable. Even if you’re just half-step Taoist, half deity, even if you’re a true deity, you can’t do anything to me..."
"Sooner or later, you will be mine..."
"I look forward to that day..."
The Evil Baby let out a final eerie laugh, then completely submerged into Mo Hua’s Life Soul, no longer revealing any trace of its presence.
And 1 p.m has arrived.
The Taoist Stele emerged.
The bright red Robbery Thunder on the Taoist Stele still exuded a dangerous aura, capable of obliterating everything.
Yet the Evil Baby was gone.
Or rather, it merged with Mo Hua, leaving not a trace of evidence.
It was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce anytime to bite someone.
Mo Hua was left frustrated and irritable.
This little bastard dared to sneak onto his face!
Mo Hua forced himself to calm down, pondering silently:
"Is this little scoundrel trying to disturb my Taoist Heart?"
"Or is it trying to affect my state of mind, make me restless or fearful, so it can take advantage and occupy the nest?"
After all, Evil Gods are best at manipulating the human heart.
And all weaknesses, greed, unease, fear, and anxiety in the human heart, could become unseen openings for an Evil God.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows tightly.
This Evil Embryo is a significant hidden danger.
No matter what, it cannot be allowed to continue unchecked.
Never has an Evil Spirit dared to be so arrogant in his presence.
Even if this Evil Spirit is an Evil God’s Divine Fetus, he cannot tolerate it.
He needs to find a way...
Mo Hua’s eyes turned a bit cold.
Afterward, he had no interest in drawing Formations and pondered this matter the entire night.
The next day, he calmed his mindset, continued to immerse himself in cultivation and studying Formation, not allowing the Evil Embryo’s matter to affect himself.
Three days later, it was once again the seven-day period.
In the Disciple’s Residence, the void shattered, cracks opened, and a withered hand reached in.
Mo Hua was again seized and taken to the Back Hill Forbidden Area.
Patriarch Dugu was still sitting in the Sword Tomb.
This time, he again lectured Mo Hua on Swordsmanship, conveniently checking Mo Hua’s progress in learning Swordsmanship.
Mo Hua’s Swordsmanship was still the same, moderate and steady.
Patriarch Dugu, as always, showed neither surprise nor joy.
After explaining his understanding of Sword Dao, and checking Mo Hua’s Swordsmanship progress, Patriarch Dugu raised his hand, preparing to send Mo Hua back to the Disciple’s Residence.
Mo Hua suddenly said, "Patriarch, I have some questions I’d like to ask."
Patriarch Dugu paused, slowly lowering his raised hand, nodding, "Ask."
Mo Hua pondered, "Patriarch, you previously told me that in the existing sword moves of the Taixu Mind Transforming Sword True Jue, there are a total of four forms..."
"The Transforming Sword Skill is foundational, turning Divine Thought into Sword Intent..."
"The Shocking God Skill is an advanced moves, manifesting Sword Intent to intimidate enemies..."
"What about the other two? What Sword Dao principles and Divine Thought transformations do they contain? Ultimately, how can one cultivate the God-breaking Skill, and the final move..."
Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened slightly:
"...the God Slaying Technique!"