Not just Mr. Zhuang, Old Kui was also looking at him.
They gazed at him as if he were some rare curiosity, with bright, piercing eyes.
Mo Hua was a bit confused and asked softly,
"Master, what are you looking at?"
"You..." Mr. Zhuang hesitated several times, searching for the right words, and asked, "Did you sense something last night?"
Mo Hua was somewhat surprised.
Indeed, nothing could be hidden from Mr. Zhuang.
Mo Hua simply told of last night’s event, but he omitted the part about the Taoist Stele.
He mentioned only that while learning the Thick Earth Formation, he had realized that one needed to use Divine Sense to connect to the Earth’s essence to draw Formations on the Earth. But after connecting, he had a fleeting perception of an ancient and tremendous Divine Thought, and couldn’t sense anything afterward.
Mr. Zhuang’s eyelids twitched as he listened.
Connecting to the Earth’s essence and perceiving the Earth Divine Thought were worlds apart.
Like climbing a mountain, one at the base, having taken just two steps, cannot see the mountain’s entirety,
while the other who has nearly reached halfway up the mountain has glimpsed the zenith.
The perception of these two are entirely different.
They sound similar, but there’s a massive chasm between them, a huge rift.
This chasm is the Divine Sense; this rift is the Great Dao.
Even Old Kui, with his wooden expression, showed a clear sign of shock.
Seeing their reactions, Mo Hua felt somewhat uneasy and asked,
"Is this a good or bad thing?"
Mr. Zhuang sighed and said, "It’s a good thing, but it could also be a trouble."
"Trouble?"
Mr. Zhuang said with a half-smile,
"At your young age, being able to contemplate the Great Dao, if others knew, they would surely want to catch you, dissect your Sea of Consciousness, and see what’s inside..."
Mo Hua was taken aback, subconsciously covering his little head.
"So remember," Mr. Zhuang patiently cautioned, "mention this only here, this one time, and beyond this, tell no one!"
"Mm, mm!"
Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.
Mr. Zhuang quietly sighed to himself.
His little disciple seemed to be accumulating more and more secrets that must not be disclosed.
Mo Hua, however, expressed his confusion and asked:
"Master, what exactly is the divine thought that I sensed? Is it the divine thought of the earth? Why does the earth have a divine thought? Is it alive too?"
Mr. Zhuang’s eyes flickered slightly as he explained to Mo Hua:
"All things between heaven and earth possess thoughts, and where there’s thought, there’s consciousness."
"Humans have divine sense, monsters have monster sensing, and other beings, whether they are birds, beasts, insects, fish, or flowers, grass, and trees, also have something akin to ’divine sense’."
"This kind of ’thought’ is primal and simple, less complex than a human’s divine sense."
"But once such ’thought’ becomes vast to a certain extent, due to its singularity and enduring nature, returning to simplicity and truth, it often comes closer to the Dao than a cultivator’s divine sense, which is filled with personal desires."
"The earth’s thought is exactly like this."
"We usually refer to the immense divine thoughts in all things between heaven and earth that contain Daoist Meaning as ’Taoist Meaning’!"
Mr. Zhuang said slowly and with emotion.
"Taoist Meaning…"
Mo Hua was deeply shaken in his heart.
The divine sense he perceived with the help of the Taoist Stele, the Great Dao he contemplated, was... the Earth Dao Meaning!
Mr. Zhuang then silently watched Mo Hua, "Remember what I just said."
Mo Hua quickly nodded, "Don’t worry, Master, I won’t tell anyone!"
Only then did Mr. Zhuang nod his head.
Mo Hua quietly asked, "Master, does that mean that if one comprehends the Earth Dao Meaning, one can draw the Thick Earth Formation?"
Mr. Zhuang shook his head.
Mo Hua was startled, "No?"
"No."
Mr. Zhuang said, "As long as one can slightly sense the breath of the earth, one can draw the Thick Earth Formation."