He had lived in this room for nine years, residing here daily, cultivating, reading, Drawing Formation, it truly felt like his "home."
Now that he was about to leave, he might not be able to return.
Parting sorrows lingered in his heart, many memories were hard to let go.
Mo Hua sighed again, walked around the room as if trying to keep every wall and corner, each table and chair in his heart.
Walking for a moment, he saw the middle of the room, the empty space, Mo Hua stopped again, unable to help but think of Patriarch Dugu.
Back then, Patriarch Dugu had torn that space in front of him, took him to the back mountain, taught him Divine Thought into Sword.
But now the space was silent.
Patriarch Dugu had no news, no knowing what has happened.
Counting it, he had seen everyone he wanted to, except for Patriarch Dugu, he hadn’t said goodbye face-to-face, thanked him.
Mo Hua felt regretful.
"Forget it, matters of the Heaven Void Ancestor are not something a Foundation Establishment Disciple can worry about. Work hard in cultivation, in the future when cultivation is high, if there’s a chance, come back to see Patriarch Dugu, thank him for teaching the sword and Dao..."
Making up his mind, Mo Hua nodded, packed his things, took a little time to check everything carefully, making sure nothing was missed, then felt relieved.
About three to four hours until dawn.
Mo Hua thought of drawing formation as usual, but thinking about the imminent departure, his heart was overwhelmed, unable to calm down.
Mo Hua could only lie in bed, close his eyes to rest.
But once closing his eyes, memories of cultivating at Taixu Gate, all the people and events experienced, and all the dear and vivid faces, appeared in Mo Hua’s heart, like a lantern parade.
Thinking about leaving all these behind, Mo Hua felt some bitterness.
Suddenly, the sound of space shattering echoed.
Mo Hua’s pupils trembled, he slowly sat up.
Through blurred vision, he saw a black twisted space crack appearing inside the room.
This space rift was familiar to Mo Hua.
It was the same rift the Patriarch Dugu had torn open to take him to the back mountain to train swords.
Only now, for some unknown reason, this void crack had opened itself.
And within the crack, came a cold and eerie Demon Thought.
As if a surreal and ethereal voice was beckoning Mo Hua, saying to him:
"Come to me..."