Mo Hua clicked his tongue in wonder.
Mo Hua thought for a while, then sank his Divine Sense into the Sea of Consciousness again.
He wanted to see if there were any changes in the Spiritual Power manifested by Divine Thought.
Inside the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua appeared, then closed his eyes and concentrated, manifesting Spiritual Power.
Moments later, he found that the Spiritual Power he manifested became finer and finer, eventually taking the form of "Spiritual Threads," resembling faint blue cotton fluff, yet also like sticky lotus threads.
Spiritual Power Silkification!
It was just like the refined Spiritual Threads within the Spiritual Pivot Formation.
"This is what Master said, the deeper the comprehension, the more genuine the manifestation."
As soon as Mo Hua's Divine Sense moved, almost effortlessly, these Spiritual Threads followed his will, flowing smoothly.
Mo Hua brought his fingers together, and in an instant, a Fireball Technique condensed at his fingertips.
This time, the Fireball Technique also carried some silkification within its flames.
It looked like a large mass of intertwined fiery red cotton.
Except this "cotton" was made of flame Spiritual Threads, accumulated, entwined, compressed.
The Spiritual Power surged yet was orderly.
Mo Hua was a bit stunned.
The Fireball Technique in reality and the Fireball Technique manifested in the Sea of Consciousness seemed to be completely different.
In reality, the Fireball Technique was dark red, condensed with Spiritual Power, quite powerful, already showing faint signs of solidification.
The Fireball Technique in the Sea of Consciousness, however, was still bright red, but the Spiritual Power was divided into threads, even finer, seemingly even stronger in division.
For a moment, Mo Hua didn't know whether this was good or bad.
Which one was more formidable?
Should he make the real Fireball Technique conform to the one manifested in the Sea of Consciousness?
Or should he manifest a more realistic Fireball Technique within the Sea of Consciousness?
Mo Hua was uncertain.
"I'll ask Old Kui about it when I get out..."
Besides the Fireball Technique, Mo Hua's Water Passing Step had also become more exquisite.
The Water Passing Step relied on the control of Spiritual Power by Divine Sense.
The stronger the control of Divine Sense, the more profound the steps.
The Water Prison Technique in the Sea of Consciousness was now cast faster, with stronger binding capabilities.
Previously it was Spiritual Power turned into locks, now it was Spiritual Power turned into threads, then into locks, enough to tightly entangle an enemy.
Most importantly, the Formation.
Mo Hua tried it out.
With a thought of Divine Thought, the speed of Drawing Ground into Formation doubled.
In a few breaths' time, with Mo Hua standing still, relying only on Divine Sense, he could manifest a complete First Grade Nine Pattern Formation.
Mo Hua thought of a combination for himself:
He could first use the Water Prison Technique to restrain the enemy. In a few breaths' time, manifest control formations like the Golden Lock Formation, Inundating Water Formation, Wood Prison Formation, Quicksand Formation, and bind the enemy.
Once bound, the enemy would be a sitting duck.
He could bombard them with the Fireball Technique.
He could bomb with the Earth Fire Formation.
He could even refine them with the Melting Fire Formation.
This combination was tightly controlled and the form of the attack could be adapted to the "enemy," with many variations.
As long as it was a Divine Thought Body of the Foundation Establishment Stage with Divine Sense not exceeding twelve patterns, one set of these moves would suffice to leave the enemy at their last gasp even if they didn't perish completely.
Mo Hua nodded, very satisfied with himself.
Use the Sea of Consciousness as a prison, Divine Thought as a weapon.
Capable of trapping and killing.
The self within the Sea of Consciousness was much stronger than in reality.
Mo Hua snorted lightly: "Let's see who dares to trespass my Sea of Consciousness now. Bring them on, one by one, I'll slaughter them!"
But for now, the surroundings of the Sea of Consciousness were empty, devoid of evil spirits and ghosts, not one in sight.
Mo Hua felt a bit like a hero with no place to use his prowess.
Mo Hua felt an itch to fight, and as his eyes darted around, he thought:
"I need to find something to test my skills..."