Usually, he never slept, dedicating almost all his time, day and night, to cultivation and drawing formations.
Especially after 1 p.m., with the presence of the Taoist Stele, he would practice the formation many, many times each night.
But at this moment, having gone through several intense battles, coupled with the super rank divine sense battle, the pressure on his sea of consciousness, and the depletion of his physical body, Mo Hua really couldn’t hold on any longer, so he forgot everything and took a solid sleep.
When he woke up, dawn had already broken.
Bright sunlight shone into the room.
Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes, his mind a bit blank, staring dazedly at the sunlight outside the window.
"Awake?" A gentle voice sounded.
Mo Hua turned his head and saw Elder Murong, with fair complexion and a graceful dignity tinged with a gentle smile, looking at him warmly.
"Hello, Elder Murong..." Mo Hua said softly.
His voice was still a bit hoarse.
"Don’t speak," Elder Murong said, "time for your medicine."
Elder Murong stood up, took out a few pills, and held them to Mo Hua’s lips.
Mo Hua couldn’t move, so he could only open his mouth and accept Elder Murong’s "feeding."
After feeding the pills, Elder Murong placed a hand on Mo Hua’s pulse, pondered for a moment, then said softly:
"Alright, rest well. In two or three days, you’ll be able to return to classes."
Mo Hua only managed to say one word of thanks before his throat ached and he couldn’t speak anymore.
Elder Murong chuckled softly, "Rest well," and then left.
Mo Hua lay alone on the bed, staring at the cloud patterns of the Eight Trigrams Furnace on the ceiling, dazed and lost in thought for a long time before he suddenly snapped back to reality.
"The body truly is a vessel for divine thoughts."
With a strong body, the spirit is well, and divine sense is abundant;
In contrast, now his body’s blood and qi are depleted, making it difficult to concentrate divine sense, and his spirit is somewhat scattered.
Fortunately, Elder Master Xun saved him, and with the beautiful, kind-hearted, and highly skilled in alchemy Elder Murong making pills for him, there’s no major problem with his physical injuries. Dıscover more novels at n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"But next time, I must be more cautious and thorough."
"Also, it would be great if my body could be stronger..."
Mo Hua thought to himself silently.
Soon, a wave of fatigue and drowsiness washed over him, and Mo Hua, feeling sleepy, slowly closed his eyes again.
As his divine thought weakened, slowly drifting into sleep, he did not notice the anomaly in his cause and effect, nor did he know that an evil, pitch-black, terrifying, darkened, young "Mo Hua" was also slumbering within his life chart...
At Taixu Sect, behind the mountain.
Elder Master Xun ascended the stairs, passing through multiple seals, heading toward the Sword Tomb.
He was very concerned about the matter of "sword intent."
Logically, with Mo Hua’s swordsmanship attainment, he shouldn’t be able to condense "sword intent," yet on him, there undoubtedly was a manifestation of advanced "sword intent," which is something a Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn’t possibly develop, completely defying norms.
The first person Elder Master Xun thought of was his elder brother.
To impart such sophisticated swordsmanship and profound sword intent to a Foundation Establishment disciple, in the entire Taixu Mountain, probably only the one who once dominated Qian State with a single sword, overwhelmed peers, slew countless demons, and terrorized countless evils—Patriarch Dugu of Taixu Mountain.
No matter how much he respected this elder brother, he absolutely could not allow him to teach Mo Hua sword cultivation.
Elder Master Xun was very clear that his elder brother’s end with this swordsmanship and its destined legacy had only one conclusion, which was...
"Taixu Divine Thought Sword True Jue"!
This sword technique is now a forbidden technique of Taixu.
Once learned, it would lead into the abyss from which there is no return in this life.
Mo Hua has a broader Dao of formations and should not, out of curiosity, step onto such a path, filled with demons everywhere, severe terrors looming, and dangers without life.
With a heavy heart, Elder Master Xun entered the Sword Tomb.
Inside the Sword Tomb, broken swords stood all around. Patriarch Dugu, as usual, sat with eyes closed and aura concealed, in a withered stance.
"Elder brother..." Elder Master Xun began.
But Patriarch Dugu did not respond or react in any way, sitting among the ruins, like a deathly white mountain stone, desolate and silent.
Elder Master Xun’s brows furrowed slightly, sensing something amiss.
He gradually slowed his steps, his cloudy eyes revealing a trace of sharpness, watching Patriarch Dugu with vigilance.
Patriarch Dugu’s face twitched slightly, then slowly opened his eyes.
His expression was indifferent, but his gaze was strange, with the whites of his eyes being black, and the pupils being white, constant changes of light and darkness.
Elder Master Xun’s expression changed drastically.
"Elder brother, you!"
Within Patriarch Dugu’s sea of consciousness, it seemed there was also a battle with demonic entities; his facial features gradually became pale, melted and twisted, and with his remaining willpower, he spoke to Elder Master Xun, one word at a time:
"Seal the Sword Tomb..."
He didn’t manage to say the name, or perhaps those existences did not allow him to reveal this name.
Amidst the endless, wildly flying demonic disturbances, Patriarch Dugu’s facial features completely dissolved, becoming a "faceless person."
Elder Master Xun’s pupils trembled violently, and then without any hesitation, he reached into the void, tore open a crack, took out a compass, and infused it with divine sense and spiritual power.
On the compass, formation patterns emerged, spreading like a spider web in all directions.
In the Sword Tomb, the densely packed sealing formations also activated at this moment.
The aura of Taixu and Eryi circulated, and layers of golden doors of seals surrounded the entire Sword Tomb, sealing it completely.