Since they met, Mo Hua has been suppressed without much chance to fight back.
Within just a mere ten rounds, the Divine Remains had forced Mo Hua to reveal all his techniques.
"Formation, Spell, Swordsmanship..."
The Divine Remains murmured, somewhat surprised, yet somewhat understanding, "Perhaps this is the advantage of using a human as an ’embryo’."
"Divinity is born from the Dao, strong but finite, humans live by understanding the Dao, weak yet endless..."
Mo Hua was taken aback by these words, his pupils contracted slightly:
"You are not an ordinary ’Divine Remains’? What exactly are you?"
"I should be asking you this..." The Divine Remains’ eyes glowed red as it coldly stated, "What exactly are you?"
"You’re neither human nor deity, yet both human and deity, claimed to be an ’embryo’, but the origin is unseen..."
The Divine Remains waved its arm, the Blood Blade slashed a streak of blood light towards Mo Hua, "...I’ve lived so long, yet never encountered such an unfathomable existence like you."
Mo Hua used the Sever Gold Sword to block the blade light, yet the force of it still pushed him back four or five steps.
The Divine Thought Power of a Third Grade Divine Remains was formidable and exceptional.
Mo Hua’s arm began to ache, his Divine Thought form had a few more cracks.
Since his cultivation reached Foundation Establishment and his Divine Sense transformed, this was the strongest "Divine Thought Object" he had encountered thus far. Merely from the thickness and oppression of the Divine Thought, it even surpassed the newly born Evil Embryo.
Mo Hua’s mind turned, then he honestly said, "I’ll let you out, let’s cease fighting."
He felt that he might not be able to defeat this Third Grade Divine Remains.
Even if he could win, it would be a pyrrhic victory. There was no need to fight to the death while the secret of his Sea of Consciousness remained hidden.
He gave it this opportunity, granting it a path to survival.
"Let’s part on good terms." Mo Hua thickened his skin to say.
The expressionless face of the Divine Remains displayed a complicated look, "Indeed, your humanity is abundant, full of cunning and deceit."
Mo Hua was somewhat displeased.
The Divine Remains raised the Blood Blade, blood qi surged, the souls on the blade snarled ferociously, and the fusion of black and red on its White Bone became deeper.
It harbored genuine killing intent.
The Divine Remains had previously held back, only after forcing out Mo Hua’s techniques did it show its true power...
Mo Hua’s heart tightened slightly, but in the blink of an eye, a scarlet blood light slashed toward his face with unmatched speed.
This strike was faster, fiercer.
Mo Hua frowned, having to hastily meet it with his sword in defense once more.
But this time, the blood light was so condensed it seemed tangible, with anguished spirits howling above it. When it struck Mo Hua’s Sever Gold Sword, the blood qi, like toxic water, eroded the Gold-Cutting Sword after only a moment of confrontation.
The gold sword dissolved, Mo Hua’s expression changed, he could only retreat, yet before he moved far, a flash of blood shadow behind him, the Divine Remains appeared at his back.
Its sharp White Bone claws tore into Mo Hua’s back.
Evil Thoughts turned into blood water, seeping into his back, leaving a "bloody" wound.
Mo Hua felt the pain, retaliating with a reflexive slash of one sword, but it was easily blocked by the Divine Remains’ sharp claws.
Mo Hua’s old strength was exhausted, new strength ungenerated, he immediately turned serious, realizing this was unfavorable, but it was too late.
After blocking Mo Hua’s sword, the Divine Remains extended its White Bone claw, reversing its grip on Mo Hua’s longsword, giving it a twist.
The Sever Gold Sword, already polluted with blood water and corroded, shattered completely.
Mo Hua’s Divine Thought ached, abandoning the sword in an attempt to escape, but the Third Grade Divine Remains was faster, claw turning into a fist, carrying blood light, it punched towards Mo Hua’s head.
At the critical moment, Mo Hua could only use Water Passing Step to barely avoid his head being hit, but the punch was so fast, his shoulder was inevitably struck, his whole person was sent flying like a "small sandbag", crashing to the ground, tumbling several times before stopping.
Within his Divine Thought, immense pain spread.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, still managing to stand up.
His back was marked with bloody streaks, the Sword of Divine Thought broken, with several bruises on his arms, he was panting and appeared extremely battered.
This was the first time he’d been so embarrassed after his success in the Divine Way.
Even in the past, when he was merely a minor Qi Refining Cultivator, encountering the Little Green-faced Ghost without any knowledge, he was never in such a predicament as now.
Mo Hua’s expression gradually grew cold.
The Divine Remains sent Mo Hua flying with a punch but did not pursue, instead, it looked down at its own sharp claw.
On its White Bone claw, there were tiny scars.
These wounds were left from being hurt by the sword edge when it twisted the Sword of Divine Thought apart, very minor, but with a faint irritating pain.
This was the Sword Dao of humans, forsaking all else, solely for killing...
The Divine Remains said, "Indeed, the spell points of human cultivators are intriguing... able to use Second Grade Divine Thought to harm my Third Grade Divine Body."
"But, your Dao is still too weak..."
The Divine Remains raised its head, its crimson and hollow eyes looked indifferently at Mo Hua.
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"Perhaps you have had deep chances and gained much inheritance, but your ’Dao’ is jumbled and chaotic."
"Your use of Divine Thought Skill is clumsy and forceful."
"You fundamentally don’t understand what constitutes true ’Dao Hua’."
The Divine Remains raised the Blood Blade, pointing straight at Mo Hua, "If this is all you have, you shall die here today. Your entire foundation of Divine Thought, and the rich Divine Embryo will become my nourishment, paving the way for my godhood..."
Mo Hua’s expression was indifferent, saying nothing, yet he re-manifested a Sword of Divine Thought.
This sword was no longer golden, but pale yellow, the Sword Qi extended, thick and serene, unhurried, appearing incomparably profound.