If it wasn’t proper, how could I make it my own Magical Treasure?
Is my destined "own Magical Treasure" really going to be this Green Dragon Formation?
Mo Hua’s brows knit tightly.
"Or maybe... I should do a Calculation?"
The situation was deadlocked—no clues, and besides a fortune-telling, there didn’t seem to be any better way.
Mo Hua took out the Copper Coins left to him by his master, set up a Divine Mist Formation to seal off his aura, then calmed himself, emptying his thoughts, and began the Heavenly secret Calculation.
The Copper Coins tossed into the air, drawing the threads of causality, and then fell, finally landing in his palm.
Mo Hua silently recited in his heart:
"What is my own Magical Treasure..."
Then he opened his eyes and glanced at the Copper Coins in his hand.
The Copper Coins lay quietly in his palm, without the slightest premonition or trace of cause and effect upon them.
What does that mean?
Mo Hua frowned in confusion.
"Can’t calculate it?"
Mo Hua stared at the Copper Coins for a long time, but saw nothing unusual. Just as he was about to give up and put them down, his Sea of Consciousness suddenly throbbed with pain, overwhelming Divine Sense surged toward the Copper Coins like a tide.
At the same time, fate rose and fell, and cause and effect began to swirl.
But this thread of causality was so vast that, even with Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, he couldn’t bear it at all.
In just a moment, all of Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was sucked dry.
His eyes rolled back, and with a "thud," he collapsed onto the table.
The causality on the Copper Coins stopped when there was no Divine Thought to sustain it. Whether the Calculation succeeded or failed, a thread of premonition still sank deep into Mo Hua’s Divine Thought.
In a haze, Mo Hua felt like he was dreaming again.
In the dreamland was an Azure Dragon.
But this dream was shattered and fragmented; all he could see was the dragon’s silhouette, sense its unlimited might and boundless power, and in his ears, the clear sound of dragoncries, rising and falling ceaselessly.
Mo Hua was struck by a feeling.
"Is this the dream-prediction from the cause and effect Calculation? Dreaming of an Azure Dragon... does it mean that my own Magical Treasure ought to be the orthodox Four Symbols Green Dragon Evil Formation?"
Mo Hua let out a breath of relief.
If that’s the case, all I’d need to do is stick to my original plan, keep searching out that Demon Sect Leader, and find a way to get my hands on the Four Symbols Green Dragon Formation Map from him...
As Mo Hua was thinking this, the dreamland shifted abruptly.
It was as if something strange had invaded his dream, shattering it piece by piece and provoking the Azure Dragon’s fury, making it roar loudly in anger.
In just a moment, a blurry, black fog-like thing came sweeping towards the Azure Dragon like a hurricane.
A twisted, strange, unnamable thing wrapped itself around the dragon, ripping it apart—then, alive and writhing...
Swallowed it whole.
In an instant, the dreamland was completely broken. Mo Hua jolted awake, replaying the visions in his mind as waves of shock surged within him.
"A dragon... was swallowed by something..."
"What does that even mean?"
"Was that dream a premonition of my fate?"
"Then what exactly is my own Magical Treasure...?"
Mo Hua murmured in a low voice, feeling even more lost than before.
...
After that, life instead became unusually calm.
Mo Hua still remembered the "dragon devouring" omen from his dreamland, unable to figure it out despite thinking it over a hundred times, but all he could do was keep it in mind.
He also asked some Elders, bringing it up casually as if it were a random question: in this world, what could possibly "eat a dragon"?
But the question was just too bizarre.
The Elders were also bewildered, only chalking it up to Mo Hua’s "childlike innocence," asking off-the-wall things.
Unable to get any answers, Mo Hua could only settle into his cultivation and classes.
And so, another month passed, and another year came to a close.
During the Sect assessment, Mo Hua made unprecedented progress.
From the eternal "one Grade A, six Grade C’s" to "one Grade A, one Grade B, five Grade C’s."
His Taoist Skill went from "Grade C" to "Grade B."
Probably because Elder Yi sparred with him in "hide and seek," and after witnessing Mo Hua’s attainments in movement technique, made an exception to give him a "Grade B."