Because of these evil thoughts, they couldn’t truly be “ingested” by him, they were all deducted by the Heavenly Dao.
Mo Hua felt a bit aggrieved inside, but adhering to the principle of not wasting, still devoured these demon evil thoughts.
After finishing, Mo Hua could clearly feel that the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao Laws in his Sea of Consciousness seemed to have loosened somewhat.
It also felt a bit “full.”
“Indeed…”
Mo Hua sighed, and his heart became even more determined to fleece the Heavenly Dao more in the future to vent the resentment of “snatching food.”
His “snacks” were not so easy to take!
Mo Hua hummed softly, then calmed his mind and began to review the Formation Patterns on the Taoist Stele.
He needed to prepare.
In the following days, he would formally start learning the Seventeen Patterns Formation!
…
Taixu Gate, Back Hill Forbidden Area.
A Void Rift appeared out of nowhere.
Elder Master Xun, with his white hair, stepped out from the void.
At the Elder’s Residence, he discarded external matters and devoted himself to deducing cause and effect, yet suddenly sensed a strong fluctuation of Sword Intent, unavoidable to notice.
But just as he was halfway through calculating, the compass wouldn’t stop.
Elder Master Xun had to be patient, finishing the derivation with the compass, and then immediately rushed over to check the situation.
Within the Sword Tomb, an old man with a long beard sat vacantly in his original spot.
Elder Master Xun did not know what had happened, looked around solemnly, and said:
“Senior brother, did you wield your sword again?”
The bearded old man touched the broken sword beside him, shaken, shook his head slightly.
“Halfway…”
Elder Master Xun frowned.
What does halfway mean?
Unsheathe the sword, but did not complete the slash?
Seeing the old man’s distracted mind, seemingly burdened with thoughts, Elder Master Xun grew slightly apprehensive and asked:
“Senior brother, what has happened?”
The bearded old man’s sharp gaze revealed some contemplation, then suddenly asked a strange question:
“Have we, at Taixu Gate, raised a Divine Beast?”
“A Divine Beast?”
Elder Master Xun was stunned, filled with confusion.
Why would his senior brother suddenly ask such an out-of-tune question?
Could it be…?
Elder Master Xun’s gaze sharpened.
Evil thoughts contamination, backlash from Sword Intent, worsening injuries, now disturbing the Sea of Consciousness, muddling his thoughts?
Elder Master Xun remained silent.
Looking at his senior brother who, for the sake of Taixu Gate, had expended all his energies and efforts throughout his life, and now broken in mind and body, had to live in solitude, guarding the Sword Tomb, surrounded by a mountain of broken swords and iron, his heart ached.
Elder Master Xun deeply sighed, suppressing the sorrow in his heart, and shook his head gently with a sigh:
“A Divine Beast, such things… where would they still exist nowadays…”
Unaware of Elder Master Xun’s thoughts, the bearded old man continued pondering, “Recently, has any expert sought lodging in our Taixu Gate?”
Elder Master Xun recalled briefly, shaking his head:
“No.”
While there were lodgers, none that senior brother would call an “expert.”
The bearded elder furrowed his brows, pondered for a moment, and slowly asked:
“Has our Taixu Gate taken in any disciples with exceptional talents in recent years?”
Exceptional talents?
Elder Master Xun was somewhat surprised, and pondered briefly.
There have indeed been disciples with high talents over the years, and this batch includes quite a few disciples with Superior-Grade Spiritual Roots and excellent aptitudes.
But although their Spiritual Roots are good, they might not necessarily catch the eye of my senior brother.
At my senior brother’s realm, almost at the limit of a cultivator, the “exceptional talents” he speaks of definitely wouldn’t be in the ordinary sense.