In a head-on fight, he stood no chance.
Mo Hua could only act, tricking Uncle into taking a look at the Heavenly Dao Thunder Pattern.
This was also what he had learned from “Uncle.”
On Dali Mountain, at Dry Wood Cliff, inside the Ten Thousand Demons Hall.
In his presence, Uncle used tribulation lightning to execute a cultivator on the Demon Path who was undergoing Feather Transformation.
Mo Hua had an extremely profound impression of this.
“Heavenly tribulation can also be a weapon!”
At this moment, he had just made use of it, utilizing a stroke of Immortal Pattern containing tribulation lightning to trap and kill Uncle’s Demon Thought.
“There’s still so much to learn from Uncle!”
Whether it’s Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart or Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation,
Or the approach of using Heavenly Dao rules to suppress a formidable enemy, they had profoundly benefited Mo Hua…
He must remember the teaching “by example” of Uncle!
Mo Hua nodded earnestly.
Then he blinked and looked at the elegant, abundant Divine Sense floating in his Sea of Consciousness, licking his lips involuntarily.
As the tribulation lightning eradicated the Demon Planting of the Taoist Heart’s Demon Thought, shattering its intent, there were remnants left behind. Not pure, but thick and immensely powerful Gui Tao Divine Sense.
This Gui Tao Divine Sense was a dark gray color.
Ground down by the Great Dao and erased by the tribulation lightning, it contained changes of Gui Tao and powerful masterless Divine Sense.
Mo Hua’s eyes brightened.
“This is what Uncle ‘gave’ to me, so naturally, it counts as mine!”
“Uncle is really a good person!”
Mo Hua gratefully thought to himself, and then his eyes sparkled.
If he could refine this powerful Gui Tao Divine Sense, could his own Divine Sense break through the long-standing bottleneck…
Mo Hua felt a warmth in his heart and immediately sat down to meditate.
He began to devour these Demon Thoughts bit by bit.
As the Taoist Stele had ground down for him, and the tribulation thunder had erased for him, these Demon Thoughts should be safe, no need for him to Manifest Formation again, to burn them afresh…
The thick Divine Sense like the sea filled the air all around.
Mo Hua concentrated, holding his breath, opening his mouth slightly.
Strands of dark gray Divine Sense, along with some bizarre aura, were inhaled into Mo Hua’s belly.
Mo Hua’s mind was shaken and he couldn’t help but open his eyes.
Something… was not quite right with these Divine Senses.
They seemed to contain some of the variations of the Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation and insights into the Divine Sense of Gui Tao…
These insights seemed to be Uncle’s…
Although Mo Hua did not know what use such enlightenment had, after thinking about it, he was sure that since Uncle was so formidable, this sort of enlightenment must also be extraordinary.
Even if it couldn’t immediately lead to a great awakening, it would certainly deepen his understanding of the Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation.
Mo Hua’s heart rejoiced, and he started to calm his mind, absorbing, exhaling, refining, and assimilating, while experiencing and comprehending the understanding.
He slowly settled all the subtle and indescribable, yet ever-changing enlightenment in his heart, solidifying above the Taoist Heart…
Time trickled by.
The remnants of Gui Tao’s people’s Divine Thought were also gradually being devoured by Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, too, was growing stronger bit by bit.
His understanding of the Gui Tao was deepening, little by little…
Mo Hua felt his Sea of Consciousness was “bulging,” as if he had “eaten” too much, but he still bore it, quietly refining.
This was an opportunity that came once in a thousand years.
Uncle wouldn’t be giving him “gifts” every day.
The next time Uncle might “give” something, he might not dare to accept it.
This time was a combination of the right time, place, and people. Without Uncle’s defense, he managed to upset the boat in the small ditch.
He would not have such good luck next time…
So when it was time to eat his fill, he definitely couldn’t be polite!
Mo Hua, “ravenous and thirsty,” did not stop refining the Divine Thought, strengthening his own Divine Sense.
Endless Divine Thought, bit by bit, poured into Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, filling in the chasm between Thirteen Stripes and Fourteen Stripes.
Who knows how long it had been.