"Um..." Mo Hua nodded.
Then without letting Mo Hua say anything further, Patriarch Dugu reached out to tear through the void, sending Mo Hua away.
A moment of illumination in the pitch-black void.
Mo Hua’s vision flickered, and he returned to the Disciple’s Residence.
Yet his mind was unsettled, with much anxiety in his heart.
"Ancestor... what really happened to him?"
Mo Hua furrowed his brow.
"Old wounds resurfaced?"
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.
Regarding the Ancestor’s matters, even if he wanted to help, he couldn’t.
Heaven Void and Foundation Establishment, worlds apart.
The difference in cultivation between him and the Ancestor was too vast.
Moreover, he didn’t know what exactly was happening with Patriarch Dugu. "Old wounds"—what were they...
The more he cultivated, the more he felt his own insignificance.
Mo Hua sighed.
"Better to focus on what I can do, earnestly practicing swordsmanship..."
Mo Hua buried this matter deep in his heart, then practiced his sword transformation within the sea of consciousness several times.
Several days later, within the sea of consciousness.
Watching the Sever Gold Sword, Mountain Opening Sword, Gui Water Sword, and Li Fire Sword flowing in his hands, Mo Hua couldn’t help but entertain a thought:
"Should find something to chop... otherwise, all this sword training would be in vain."
Chop what?
Mo Hua immediately thought of the Evil Embryo.
No choice, the Evil Embryo possessed the soul, like a fishbone stuck in the throat, unsatisfied without cutting.
Furthermore, Mo Hua now felt his Divine Thought into sword was much stronger than before, likely posing a certain threat to the Evil Embryo.
Mo Hua clasped his hand, sword patterns spread like spider silk, and then condensed into a sharp Sever Gold Sword of fierce golden aura.
He gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and lashed out directly at his Life Soul.
As the sword descended, brilliant golden light cleaved the soul.
A shrill scream echoed.
The voice of the Evil Embryo reverberated in his sea of consciousness again.
"Damn brat, what the heck are you up to again?!"
Mo Hua’s eyes brightened.
This Evil Embryo actually spoke after such a long time?
Ever since it was last slashed by the ancient sword intent within the bamboo sword and later schemed against, the Evil Embryo had behaved quite obediently, retreating like a tortoise without showing itself or making any noise.
But now, after being struck by this sword, it finally cried out.
This indicated it felt pain.
Which also indicated his sword had grown stronger!
Mo Hua rejoiced greatly, then hacked at it a few more times.
The Evil Embryo shrieked, "Damn brat, stop now!"
How could Mo Hua heed its words? He thrust another sword in return.
The Evil Embryo, helpless, could only resentfully say, "You ignorant fool, you’ll regret this..."
Its voice became sinister before retreating back into the divine soul, as before, making no further sound.
The Evil Embryo didn’t scream.
Mo Hua struck several times, without feedback, gradually losing interest.
Afterwards, he pondered further and gradually felt something was amiss.
His current "Transforming Sword Skill" indeed fused formations and swordsmanship, becoming stronger, and hurting the Evil Embryo more, but somehow, its damage seemed limited...
Otherwise, this Evil Embryo would’ve long gone desperate.
Mo Hua sensed inwardly, realizing that though striking his divine soul was painful, the injuries on the soul weren’t as severe as that ominous sword intent within the bamboo sword.
In essence, his Transforming Sword Skill, though powerful, was only strong in a general sense.
Strong in the "Divine Sense" sense, not "Divine Soul" sense.
Damage to the "origin" remained negligible, unable to completely eradicate the Evil Embryo.
This won’t do...
At least for him, it’s far from enough.
Mo Hua frowned.
"I must find a way to become stronger, strong enough to slay this Evil Embryo..."