The power of the Fireball Technique had also intensified.
Mo Hua had specifically tested it a few times.
The color of the fireball had deepened slightly, and amidst the dark red was a hint of dazzling beauty, teeming with explosive spiritual power.
It was unassuming yet resplendent, with danger lurking within its brilliance.
Mo Hua couldn’t help but wonder.
If he continued to cultivate the Fireball Technique to its pinnacle, what would the effect be, and how strong could the power become?
Mo Hua tried to imagine, but he couldn’t conceive of it.
The effects of the spells beyond the Foundation Establishment Realm were beyond his comprehension.
When he had time, he would ask Old Kui.
Old Kui should know.
After all, his Fireball Technique was taught by Old Kui, as were the techniques for using spells.
Then came the matter of divine sense.
The divine sense with twelve patterns in Foundation Establishment was indeed much stronger than before.
His divine sense was more acute, his calculations faster, and his perception of the surrounding spiritual power more distinct.
Previously, drawing the Thick Earth Formation with eleven patterns was adept yet somewhat strenuous.
Now, when drawing the same formation, it felt much easier.
The fact that he now had a twelve-pattern divine sense...
Mo Hua thought for a moment and then went to find Mr. Zhuang:
"Master, could you teach me how to use the Slaying Divine Thought method?"
He remembered Mr. Zhuang saying before that once his divine sense grew stronger, he would teach him how to deal with parasitic divine sense.
How to oppose, or even destroy, divine sense or divine thoughts—or malicious intentions from others, when they invaded the Sea of Consciousness, whether they came from humans or non-humans.
Now that his divine sense had reached twelve patterns, it should be considered strong.
Mr. Zhuang calculated with his fingers and said:
"There’s still plenty of time, no rush, wait until your divine sense grows stronger."
"It needs to be stronger..." Mo Hua muttered quietly.
"Haste makes waste," Mr. Zhuang spoke gently.
"Yes," Mo Hua nodded.
He continued to ask: