This divine marrow, it’s needed for divine sense sublimation, for breaking through cultivation bottlenecks, and even for battles involving the divine soul, one should probably keep more divine marrow as "healing medicine."
It’s truly a versatile solution.
Yet from this battle with the big white dog, Mo Hua’s divine soul was damaged, and repairing it almost consumed over half of the divine marrow he had painstakingly accumulated by devouring so far.
Within his incarnated divine thought, the golden marrow resembling blood threads had faded considerably, with some areas even regressing to silver.
Mo Hua sensed a bit of a crisis.
A cultivator can only advance, never retreat!
Need to consume more.
Consume telekinesis to supplement divine sense.
Consume divine marrow to replenish the divine soul.
Tao cultivation is endless, there’s no room for slack!
Mo Hua revived his spirits.
But he couldn’t exert himself now because his divine soul had just been repaired and still retained some pain, so it wasn’t advisable to strain it rashly.
Only now did he truly understand why the sect had completely cut off the tradition of "Divine Thought into sword," preventing disciples from learning this sword technique.
Injuring the divine soul is no joke.
It’s just that he had walked the path of Divine Sense Proving the Dao, with a strong foundation, having learned many divine sense skills, coupled with some fortuitous encounters, and even evil gods "delivered meals," allowing him to offset some flaws.
Otherwise, the so-called "Divine Thought into sword" is actually "Life Soul into sword," literally risking one’s life when wielding the sword, the stronger the sword, the greater the danger.
"I should use this move cautiously in the future."
If it can be avoided, do not use it, otherwise, even if the divine soul isn’t diminished, the loss of divine marrow would cause heartache.
Divine marrow is not easy to obtain.
In this world, not everywhere has "kind," dozing evil gods delivering divine marrow.
That being the case...
The big white dog, which once matched him in the Divine Thought confrontation, doesn’t seem simple after all...
Mo Hua stroked his chin.
The next day, Mo Hua bought a few chicken legs from the dining hall and then went to that remote book pavilion.
In front of the book pavilion, the big white dog was still there.
Only now, it had lost its former arrogant demeanor, looking sickly and listless, clearly not in good spirits either.