The connection with the Earth Divine Thought lasted only for an instant,
before it completely severed.
In that mental image, the vast earth disappeared, the phenomenon of all things withering and flourishing, the blooming and falling of flowers, all receded.
That understanding of the Earth’s "Dao" was no more than a fleeting epiphany.
Mo Hua himself benefited greatly, but when he looked back, he discovered the "Taoist Stele" had turned gray.
Mo Hua was startled.
Done for, had it been overused?
Mo Hua frowned in thought.
He had borrowed the Taoist Stele to meditate on the Earth Divine Thought.
The one that directly endured the ancient and vast Divine Thought of the earth was the Taoist Stele.
While the Taoist Stele was indeed peculiar, it was not to the extent that it could connect to Earth Divine Thought and remain unscathed.
Of course, there was another possibility: that Mo Hua’s own Divine Sense was too weak.
Therefore, as the mediating Formation media, the Taoist Stele had to bear tremendous pressure.
Otherwise, he would not have been able, to successfully communicate with the Dao of the Earth and connect with it.
"It could be that the load was too heavy, so it stopped working..."
Mo Hua felt a twinge of distress.
He touched the Taoist Stele, worriedly saying, "You’d better not have any issues..."
The Taoist Stele remained silent, unresponsive, with only the surface of the stele turning gray.
Mo Hua tried to draw a Formation Pattern on the Taoist Stele.
The Patterns were intermittent, flickering on and off.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
The Taoist Stele was still valid, it was just that the Divine Thought load was overdone, and so it was "temporarily out of contact," needing some time to rest.
Mo Hua then sighed again, taking a lesson to heart.
With his own realm too low, trying to communicate Divine Thoughts and meditate on the Great Dao was something he shouldn’t do next time without certainty.
Even if he hadn’t hurt himself, damaging the Taoist Stele was also bad.
Mo Hua felt somewhat guilty and patted the Taoist Stele again, saying,
"You’ve worked hard, take a good rest."
The Taoist Stele still had no reaction, seemingly uninterested in dealing with Mo Hua.
...
Exiting his Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua was invigorated and began Drawing the Thick Earth Formation again.
This time, his experience Drawing the Thick Earth Formation felt completely different.
Having meditated on Earth Divine Thought and contemplated the Dao of the Earth, his perception of the Earth’s essence was now incredibly clear.
Even without the aid of the Taoist Stele and only relying on his own Divine Sense, he couldn’t gain further insight.
But with his clear perception, Mo Hua could easily draw the Thick Earth Formation on the ground.
And he did it with considerable ease and mastery.
Previously, even with the ability to use Divine Sense to connect to the Earth’s essence and draw the Thick Earth Formation on the ground,
the Patterns he drew were like those in the mud.
The Patterns didn’t fit well, and the flow of Spiritual Power was obstructed.
But now, Mo Hua could truly treat the "Earth" as "Paper", with the Patterns drawn clearly and steadily, becoming one with the earth.
It seemed as if the Patterns he drew were inherently part of the earth.
Where the brush fell, there was the land, the Patterns were there, and the Formation was there.
That is the benefit of contemplating the Great Dao.
But the consequence was that the Taoist Stele had "gone on strike."
For the time being, it seemed that the Taoist Stele couldn’t be used for further Formation practice.
"No other way..."
Mo Hua felt a bit helpless.
For now, he had no choice but to furtively slack off in a righteous manner.
The next day, Mo Hua went to seek Mr. Zhuang again.
He had mastered the Thick Earth Formation, so he wanted to confirm with his mentor whether there was any problem with what he had drawn.
But upon entering the courtyard, Mo Hua found that Mr. Zhuang was staring at him intently.