From afar, the sword bone was left stunned.
This little ancestor... still growing stronger?!
Meanwhile, outside the nightmare, near the Demon Refining Diagram.
Xun Zixian, who was vigilantly protecting Mo Hua, suddenly paused, turning his gaze upon Mo Hua with a peculiar expression.
Xun Ziyou noticed the anomaly, his expression stiffening as he asked:
"What happened?"
Xun Zixian was silent for a moment before saying, somewhat incredulously:
"Mo Hua’s divine sense... seems to have grown stronger?"
"Divine sense growing stronger?" Xun Ziyou was puzzled, glancing at Mo Hua, questioning, "How did it grow stronger? He didn’t break through his realm, did he? How can divine sense grow stronger in such a short time?"
After all, divine sense differs from cultivation.
A cultivator’s cultivation can suddenly become stronger.
But divine sense, without any cultivation technique, grows exceedingly slowly, only suddenly diminishing, never suddenly growing stronger.
However, he was no formation master, didn’t study the ways of divine thought, so changes like this weren’t particularly apparent to him, certainly not as much as Xun Zixian, a third-grade formation master.
Xun Ziyou scrutinized Mo Hua again, nodding slowly, "It seems... it has grown a bit stronger."
Xun Zixian suddenly shook his head, "No."
Xun Ziyou was confused, "Not what?"
"It’s not ’a bit’ stronger," Xun Zixian said solemnly, "it’s grown a lot stronger, perhaps even..."
"Possibly it’s a breakthrough..." Xun Zixian uttered deeply.
Xun Ziyou was stunned, his mouth agape.
"...A breakthrough?"
Divine sense breakthrough?
Xun Zixian’s eyelids twitched, his mind equally incredulous.
He was about to say something when he was startled again, gazing at Mo Hua with an expression he couldn’t hide any longer: shock.
This is...
Another breakthrough?
In such a short span, two breakthroughs in divine sense?!
Always composed, Xun Zixian was shaken, murmuring:
"This... how is it possible..."
This child, just how strong had his divine sense become...
...
Inside the Demon Refining Diagram.
Mo Hua opened his eyes, and in that instant, his gaze was radiant and complex, containing flowing stars, vanishing golden light, fluctuating heavenly secrets, and shifting Gui Tao.
His aura had become deeper.
An even greater power was his divine thought.
"Nineteen patterns!"
Mo Hua’s little divine thought form seemed to contain rivers of vast telekinetic power.
All around him lay in ruin.
Tens of thousands of demon wraiths had been killed, leaving scarcely any left.
Similarly, he’d "eaten" them until scarcely any were left.
By devouring countless demon wraiths in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Mo Hua fed the Heavenly Dao seal, and beyond that, his divine sense soared.
Breaking through two realms in succession, advancing to nineteen patterns!
He had just entered the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage not long ago but already possessed the divine sense of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator, even a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator.
Nineteen patterns of divine sense!
Only one pattern shy of the Golden Core Realm’s twenty patterns!