And so, True Man Situ finally found peace of mind.
And with this, the matter of Gui Tao’s people came to a close, concluding that chapter.
The Mysterious Heaven Great Formation had been unraveled, and the bottleneck in Mo Hua’s cultivation of the Heaven Yan Jue was broken; he could now consider embarking upon his Foundation Establishment.
But before establishing his foundation, there were still some preparations to be made.
He needed to nurture his meridians and Qi Sea for a while, purchase some Pills for later use, get ready Spirit Stones, and most importantly, completely refine any remaining Gui Tao thoughts, ensuring heart and body were as one, flawless, otherwise he would not feel at ease.
However, other Cultivators would be leaving first.
The crowd of Feathered individuals, the Taoist Court’s various Clan powers, as well as Bai Qiancheng.
For Mo Hua, Foundation Establishment was a major event.
But for the other Cultivators, especially those Feathered Immortals, it was a trivial matter of no consequence.
They would not change their scheduled journey.
No one cared whether a minor Qi Refinement Cultivator like Mo Hua established his foundation or not…
In the following days, the Feathered Immortals departed one after another.
Three days later, Mr. Zhuang was to be sent to the Bai Family.
Mo Hua then temporarily put aside his Foundation Establishment.
He feared that he might never see his master again, so he stayed by Mr. Zhuang’s side every day these past few days.
The once spring-breeze-like, tender master now lay there cold and still.
Mo Hua’s heart ached.
How much he wished his master could open his eyes and look at him one more time, speak to him, but all these wishes were in vain.
Sometimes when Mo Hua was tired, he would lie down and sleep beside him.
The dim light from the ever-burning lamp, its warm glow draped over him, seemed like someone comforting him, but Mo Hua was unaware.
That day, as Mo Hua slept, he heard voices in his hazy state.
It was True Man Situ and Uncle Bai.
Perhaps thinking Mo Hua was asleep, they did not avoid him.
“…Can he be saved?”
“It’s difficult…”
Hearing this elderly voice, Mo Hua knew it was True Man Situ.
“…Aside from the severed Heavenly secrets, his very flesh…sigh, with the Qi Sea shattered, the Sea of Consciousness depleted, the Taoist bones extracted, and the lifeblood burned by the Sword Qi, there’s no way to compensate…”
“Even if, in the future, there exists some against-the-heavens treasures that can repair this body, that’s only the first step…”