Only then did Mo Hua feel reassured enough to invoke his Divine Soul.
But he only called upon one part of it and avoided the parasite-infested arrow rest of the Evil Embryo.
After everything was prepared, Mo Hua held his breath and focused his mind to begin integrating the Sword Array into his Divine Soul’s "Heart Image," fundamentally reconstructing his "Divine Thought into Sword."
However, this process was equally mystical and extraordinarily elusive.
The profundity of Formations and the sharpness of Swordsmanship were not easy to unify.
Mo Hua calmed his mind, following Patriarch Dugu’s interpretation of the "Dao," beginning to "discard the tangible for the intangible" and "return to simplicity."
He forgot all spell points, sensing the true nature of the "Dao," using Swordsmanship and Formation as rafts, crossing the river with the rafts, achieving the Dao and integrating the techniques.
With this thought, his mind instantly cleared.
In his mind, all sorts of Formation Patterns and Sword Qi rampaged, each acting independently, yet their origins seemed to have a faintly interwoven stance.
Mo Hua’s spirit lifted, using Heavenly Secret Calculation and Tricky Calculation, to constantly derive the integration trajectory of Formation and Swordsmanship in his mind, seeking that trace of "opportunity" for fusion.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mo Hua pondered, calculated, and tried numerous times, finally grasping the fleeting opportunity.
This trace of opportunity was like a key that opened a pathway to the Great Dao.
Using the "Sword Array" as a medium, Mo Hua began to attempt the initial fusion of Formation with Sword Dao.
His Divine Thought into Sword also started to reconstruct from the ground up...
After a long time, Mo Hua opened his eyes.
In the depths of his eyes, Sword Light flowed, and within this Sword Light, Formation Patterns emerged, intertwining as one.
Mo Hua slowly extended his palm.
A thread of Divine Thought condensed in his hand, forming the Gold-Cutting Sword Formation, then using Sword Pattern as the blade, Sword Core as the bone, gradually manifesting into a Sword of Divine Thought.
This Sword of Divine Thought was a complete Longsword, no longer the previous crude form, and the Golden Light flowed, the Sword Qi razor-sharp to an alarming degree.
This was a complete Divine Thought into Sword!
Moreover, it included the "Gold-Cutting Sword Formation," a Sword of Divine Thought built with Formation as the foundation.
Just looking at it, one would feel the dazzling brilliance of the Golden Light.
The Taixu Divine Thought Sword, the Sword Technique was the same.
Yet different Sword Cultivators who cultivated the same Sword Transformation Technique manifested the Sword of Divine Thought that was an exhibition of their own Sword Dao, each unique.
And Mo Hua’s Sword of Divine Thought was even more unparalleled.
Because in this sword, he infused his own "Formation Dao."
This was a Sword of Formation manifested through Divine Thought!
Mo Hua was ecstatic.
Several days later, in the Sword Tomb.
Patriarch Dugu looked at the golden hue in Mo Hua’s eyes and involuntarily felt astonished and lost in thought.
"Did this child really figure it out?"
"Moreover, it’s only been seven days..."
Seven days...
Patriarch Dugu’s gaze trembled slightly.
Once dealing with Formations, this child’s perception was surprisingly fearsome to this extent...
Patriarch Dugu found it hard to believe, yet within his heart, that flicker of hope, like a candle in the wind, also began to burn brightly.
Patriarch Dugu gave Mo Hua a few pointers, indicating some shortcomings, and encouraged Mo Hua to ponder more on his own.
Afterward, he sent the jubilant Mo Hua away.
After Mo Hua left, only Patriarch Dugu remained in the Sword Tomb once again.
He sat silently, like a proud yet broken Severed Sword.
After an unknown period, he unwaveringly murmured:
"Apologies, my dear junior brother..."
"I can only pass all this skill to this child. Even if it means he might tread an unrecoverable path, becoming like me, forever haunted by evil spirits, plagued by demon monsters, never having a moment of peace throughout his life..."
"Yet, only he alone can be the one to inherit it..."
"If not passing it on, then there will never be another opportunity..."
Patriarch Dugu looked up and sighed.
The chilling moonlight shone, illusionary light and shadow played across his face, blurring his features, as if a "faceless" Heavenly Demon devoid of desire, Thought, benevolence or malevolence...