The things he can do increase, and he can completely keep a low profile, hidden behind the scenes.
This is both for "self-preservation" and "strategizing."
After all, as his master once said, the protruding beam rots first. Learn to hide oneself to survive well in the perilous and unpredictable cultivation world.
Only by learning from the real "masters," staying high and hidden in shadows, can one better control the whole situation, strategizing, anticipating the enemy with foresight, and counteract outside of cause and effect.
In this way, one can truly become a "master."
Mo Hua recollected the image of the chess grandpa in his mind, resolved to take him as an example and study hard.
"Keeping a low profile, avoiding cause and effect..."
Understanding this issue, Mo Hua nodded, and then couldn’t help thinking about another problem.
Divine sense.
The divine sense issue is now very severe.
That stupid big-headed Pixiu is stingy, not giving him the chance to "steal and eat" the evil god.
Mo Hua was quite displeased.
But after a few days of thinking, he forgave Pixiu.
After all, the nature of divine beasts is as such, since they are friends, it’s hard to trouble the silly one too much.
And after taking a bite of the evil god’s "meat" last time, Mo Hua found that the Evil God True Embryo was really too "skinny."
During the blood-sacrifice battle, the true embryo was just born, and was besieged by True Man Situ and his group.
Then beaten by Mo Hua, dismembered, and swallowed into the belly, suppressed under Pixiu’s paw.
The divine beast’s majesty also suppressed it, preventing its evil thoughts from growing.
As a result, this Evil God True Embryo became a "marrow without flesh" dried skeleton.
Though the "marrow" is valuable, what Mo Hua needs more right now is "flesh."
His Divine Thought Taoism level is already high, what truly blocks him now is the "quantity" of his divine thought.
If divine thought does not increase, there is no way to forge a Lifebound Formation, no way to form a Core, then all else is moot.
Other than that, there are very few means to increase divine sense.
In the past, Mo Hua could enhance divine sense by learning the "Ultimate Formation."
But now this method’s effect is already very weak.
It’s not entirely useless, but the progress is very slow.
Mo Hua estimates, with his Foundation Establishment, divine sense transformation, and Divine Thought Taoism, his divine sense is already very "tenacious."
At this time, the stimulus and training from Formation Painting on divine sense are very weak.
Even ultimate formations can "sharpen" during Qi Refinement, but now in Foundation Establishment, the effect is very minimal.
Mo Hua vaguely suspects that only those extremely difficult, exerting strong pressure on divine sense, deeply torment, and heavy load special ultimate formations can train his divine thought as strong as a deity.
Only then can his divine thought be strengthened through torment.
But ultimate formations are rare and depend on opportunity.
Finding those "divine thought burden" types of ultimate formations is like seeking a grain in the ocean, with slim hope.
"Ultimate formations are rare..."
"No chance to eat the evil god..."
"The evil spirit is nowhere to be found..."
Mo Hua couldn’t help but sigh.
But haste makes waste, opportunities are scarce, there’s nothing he can do now.
At night, at 1 p.m., Mo Hua practiced the Reversed Spirit Formation on the Taoist Stele overnight.
After that, he calculated himself and studied the Four Symbols Green Dragon Formation Map until dawn.
His divine sense slightly enhanced through training, but still far from the next realm.
Mo Hua suppressed his impatience, softly sighed:
"Take it slow... with diligent cultivation, someday it will reach twenty-one patterns..."
Light shone into the room.
Mo Hua faced the morning sun and conducted his daily cultivation.
While practicing, suddenly the mountains and forests trembled, and in the Canglang Sect, a fierce wolf howl rang out domineeringly.
This wolf howl echoed across the sky, resonated between the woods, enough to shake the soul.
Disciples of the Canglang Sect, upon hearing the wolf howl, were excited and bowed toward the sky.
Mo Hua was taken aback.
He stood at the window, dazed for a long time, then instinctively sniffed, his eyes brightened instantly:
"My twenty-one patterns... have arrived?!"