365 Chapter 363 Rest_1
Mo Hua recorded down this Immortal Pattern, after which his Divine Sense completely exhausted, and he collapsed to the ground.
As he lost consciousness, he faintly felt many cultivators shouting his name, rushing towards him.
Their voices were filled with intense urgency.
There were his father Mo Shan, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Leader Yang, and many others he knew well.
After that, he felt dizzy and passed out.
...
Zhang Lan and Mo Shan, among others, arrived by Mo Hua's side, and seeing the traces of blood at the corners of his eyes, while his breath was weak, they breathed a sigh of relief to find his pulse steady and his Blood Qi smooth.
They then took Mo Hua to Old Mr. Feng for treatment.
Meanwhile, Mr. Zhuang still stood outside the bamboo room on the veranda, staring at the deep mountain sky, lost in silent contemplation.
In that patch of sky, there had once been Feng Xi's blood Qi that shot up to the heavens, the immense Spiritual Power of the Large Formation, the desolate power of Great Formation Dissolution, and also the terrifying power of lightning tribulation.
But now, everything had vanished; the horizon was broad, with nothing in sight, as if nothing had ever happened.
Such is the sky; such is the Dao.
Even though the world is full of turmoil, in the blink of an eye, it all becomes fleeting clouds, passing by without leaving a trace.
Mr. Zhuang stared at the horizon, lost in a trance, thinking who knows what.
He watched from dusk till the depths of night.
Old Kui, unable to bear it any longer, said coldly, "You will die if you don't rest."
"Who will not die?"
"At least choose a more dramatic way to die, not in such a bland and tasteless manner."
Mr. Zhuang did not speak again, still immersed in his silent contemplation.
Old Kui, somewhat surprised and afraid that he really was seeking death, asked, "What are you thinking about for so long?"
"I'm thinking..." Mr. Zhuang said lightly, "how long can I actually hide?"
"Hide as long as you can; haven't you always been just muddling through?" Old Kui said coldly.
Mr. Zhuang sighed, "But what's the point of it?"
Old Kui frowned.
Mr. Zhuang continued, "Like this, living an extra day or one less day makes no difference at all..."
Old Kui's gaze sharpened slightly, "What do you want to do?"
Mr. Zhuang didn't reply, still silently looking towards the horizon.
There had once been the figure of Mo Hua.
With the Great Formation Dissolution and the tribulation lightning dissipating, Mo Hua's figure standing atop Big Black Mountain deeply imprinted itself in Mr. Zhuang's mind.
19:42
The sky was getting later, and the night was deepening.
Mr. Zhuang, engulfed by the night, had eyes that shone like starlight, filled with hope.
...
When Mo Hua woke up groggy, he realized someone was beside him, his mother, Liu Ruhua.
Liu Ruhua had tear marks at the corners of her eyes and clung to Mo Hua's hand without letting go, seemingly having taken care of him all along. But due to exhaustion, she had fallen asleep next to him.
Mo Hua felt a warmth in his heart and was also a bit pained; he extended his hand and gently wiped the tears from Liu Ruhua's eyes.
Liu Ruhua woke with a start, her eyes wide open. Seeing Mo Hua's smiling face, she gradually calmed down.
She breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart and tenderly said, "You're awake; what would you like to eat? Mother will make it for you."
Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he ordered a long list of things he wanted to eat.
Liu Ruhua was taken aback, then chuckled, "Still so gluttonous."
She then cautioned him, "Old Mr. Feng said that your Sea of Consciousness has been damaged, but it's not serious. Just rest well for a few days and you'll be fine."
"But your eyes... I don't know what you saw... they were injured. In the coming days, you might occasionally become blind and have trouble seeing clearly, so you must be careful."
"Old Mr. Feng has already refined several batches of pills for you to take every day. After some time, we'll ask Old Mr. Feng to check on you again..."
Liu Ruhua chattered on and on.
Mo Hua listened quietly, nodding repeatedly.
After a while, Mo Shan came in too. Seeing that Mo Hua was awake, his expression lit up with joy.
However, he kept his full concern hidden deep within and didn't know how to start the conversation, so he just asked dryly, "You're okay, right...?"
Mo Hua nodded, "Mhm!"
Mo Shan also breathed a sigh of relief, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders.