He must cut off the evil embryo in his life soul, refine its Divine Marrow, to further sublime his Divine Sense, break the Heaven Yan Jue’s bottleneck and reach the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.
Yet, Mo Hua has thought about the idea of ’killing the evil embryo’ many times already.
It’s not a matter of wanting to slay it; it’s that his God Slaying Technique hasn’t formed, and by his methods, he simply cannot kill the evil embryo.
He’s been consistently cultivating the Tai Xu God-Slaying Sword.
Every day, he slashes once at his divine soul.
With each slash, the evil embryo weakens a bit.
But despite slashing it for so long, the evil embryo still sticks like glue, showing tenacious vitality.
Mo Hua isn’t sure how many more times he needs to slash before he can finally slaughter the evil embryo.
He can also increase the frequency, slashing several times a day.
But this would increase the load on his divine soul, requiring ’Divine Marrow’ for repair.
This leads to a dead end.
He needs Divine Marrow to cultivate the God-Slaying Sword and kill the evil embryo.
But only by killing the evil embryo can he obtain Divine Marrow.
Without Divine Marrow, he can’t kill the evil embryo, and without killing the evil embryo, he can’t get Divine Marrow...
This is almost a ’dead knot.’
Mo Hua sighed; for several days, he continuously pondered over this issue.
But this ’dead knot’ wasn’t something easily untangled.
...
Several days later, it’s the next seven-day cycle.
Mo Hua drew the formation, revised his swordsmanship lessons, then sat at the Disciple’s Residence waiting for Patriarch Dugu to come and take him over.
A moment later, a flash of void rents open.
Mo Hua’s sight blurred; when he opened his eyes again, he found himself at the Back Hill Forbidden Area, surrounded by old and decaying Sword Tombs.
As always, Patriarch Dugu was teaching him sword techniques and then tested Mo Hua on his swordsmanship lessons, finally handing him a bamboo sword to chop at wood as hard as stone.
Mo Hua also adhered to the routine without protest.
While Mo Hua chopped wood, Patriarch Dugu slightly frowned, watching him the whole time.
After about an hour, Patriarch Dugu suddenly shook his head and said: "Not right..."
Mo Hua paused, turned his head, and asked: "Ancestor, am I chopping incorrectly?"
"You’re chopping correctly," Patriarch Dugu said, "but it’s too slow. At this pace, achieving success in swordsmanship would take forever."
"And by the time you achieve in swordsmanship, and can learn Divine Thought into sword, I might be dead from waiting."
Mo Hua: "..."
"Ancestor, you are Heaven Void, you surely can live for thousands upon thousands of years," Mo Hua said.
Patriarch Dugu remained indifferent: "Don’t waste your breath flattering; I see my life and death quite clearly."
"Then..." Mo Hua scratched his head, "Should I stop practicing?"
Patriarch Dugu shook his head, "I’ve thought it over, you must train differently."
"Train differently?"
"Yes," Patriarch Dugu’s eyes were sharp and insightful, "you are different from others; you must walk a unique path, or else your talent will be obscured, buried."