Thirteen Stripes, pinnacle of Divine Sense!
Enough to utterly crush most cultivators at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment.
On the level of Divine Thought, he could be considered on par with the very top cultivators among those at Foundation Establishment Initial Stage.
Compared to before, Mo Hua's Divine Sense was more profound, and the control over it, more sensitive.
Mo Hua's gaze was profound as he released his Divine Sense, and the virtual-white field of vision of his Divine Sense kept expanding…
The range of his perception became wider, and the number of things he could perceive increased.
Every tree and stone, every flower and bush, the living cultivators, and the dead walking corpses, Iron Corpses, through their exterior material shell, the essence could be glimpsed.
The world's myriad things, the intrinsic Spiritual Energy, Corpse Qi, and various other natural energies, their trajectories also became clearer by a margin.
What the naked eye sees is the surface.
Only within the field of vision of the Divine Sense can the intrinsic nature of all things be discerned.
With every increase in strength of the Divine Sense, the essence perceived went deeper…
Furthermore, Mo Hua's understanding of the Spiritual Pivot Formation had also become more thorough.
In the Sea of Consciousness, borrowing the Divine Thought of the Zhang Family's zombies, Mo Hua practised the Spiritual Pivot Formation on the Taoist Stele hundreds upon thousands of times in one go…
The originally complex Formation Patterns had long been committed to memory.
Closing his eyes, all he could see was the image of the Spiritual Pivot Formation.
Mastering the Spiritual Pivot Formation, dividing Spiritual Power, forming Spiritual Threads, and controlling mediums became effortless.
In addition, his other techniques also improved by leaps and bounds.
Mo Hua's abilities, whether it be Formations or Spells, were all closely related to his Divine Sense.
Now that Divine Sense had been enhanced, his mastery over Formations naturally advanced as well.
All sorts of Spells, whether it be the Water Passing Step, Fireball Technique, Water Prison Technique, or Concealment Technique, their effects would be superior by a margin.
It was just that he was trapped in a coffin and momentarily unable to leave, so there was no opportunity to try them out.
Mo Hua was extremely joyful and couldn't help but squint his eyes and smile.
As he smiled, his smile suddenly faded.
He'd realized something quite awkward.
His Divine Sense was very strong, exceedingly strong, comparable to the pinnacle of the initial stage of Foundation Establishment.
But his physical body was still weak, and his Cultivation hadn't increased.
At the eighth layer of Qi Refinement, his physique was frail.
There was no way to get out of this small coffin…
This small coffin, made of neither stone nor iron, had a tough texture and had been nailed shut from the outside, hence the impossibility of escape…
To forcibly break free with a Spell would also harm himself.
Mo Hua sighed, somewhat helpless.
This issue needed to be taken seriously.
Although he was inherently weak and couldn't practice Body Refinement, he still had to figure out some way to make up for some Body Refinement techniques…
However, this was a problem to be considered later.
The urgent task at hand was to figure out a way to escape.
Mo Hua released his Divine Sense again, observing the movements outside, and suddenly felt something strange.
Inside the Corpse Mine, it seemed to be under martial law, yet there was some chaos.
And in the distance, the dense, disorderly breaths of energy, jumbled together, tangled, clashed, flickering on and off.
It was as if many cultivators were in a melee…
"What exactly is happening outside?" Mo Hua wondered.
Someone had attacked into the Corpse Mine.
But who could it be?
There shouldn't be any power within South Yue City capable of contending with the many Iron Corpses and Walking Corpses inside the Corpse Mine…
Mo Hua frowned.
If a melee erupted, the Stone Palace would become rather dangerous.
He needed to think of a way out sooner…
And there was Lu Chengyun, who still hadn't come over; he wondered if he'd been delayed by the battle and had forgotten for the moment.
If he happened to remember and came to check, it would be quite unfortunate.
Hiding in the coffin, he might be able to deceive Lu Chengyun, but given Lu Chengyun's cautious temperament, the likelihood was not great, better not to take this risk.
So Mo Hua began to ponder how he could escape.