"If my own Divine Sense is limited, what if I rely on the ’Taoist Stele’?"
Mo Hua’s thoughts shifted, and as his gaze flickered, his Divine Sense plunged into the Sea of Consciousness.
Within the Sea of Consciousness, the Taoist Stele emerged.
Mo Hua, while drawing the Thick Earth Formation on the Taoist Stele, used it to sense the breath of the earth.
Suddenly, Mo Hua felt a tremor within the Taoist Stele.
It was as if Divine Thought from heaven and earth had descended, resonating with the Taoist Stele.
In an instant, Mo Hua’s mind and spirit were both shaken.
It was as if his Divine Sense perceived an ancient and immortal colossal Divine Thought.
This Divine Thought was compassionate and magnanimous, vast as the endless sea.
And his own Divine Sense, faint and minuscule, was merely a grain within that sea.
Moreover, the breath of this Divine Thought seemed faintly familiar.
In a flash of realization, Mo Hua understood.
During his drawing of the Thick Earth Formation, the breath he perceived originated from this Divine Thought.
But his own Divine Sense was too weak, sensing only a trivial breath.
Now, with the assistance of the Taoist Stele, what he perceived was the magnificent Divine Thought!
This was the Divine Thought of the vast earth!
This Divine Thought contained neither good nor evil, neither joy nor anger, nor any of the selfish thoughts of the mortal world.
Just like the earth itself, bearing and nurturing all things, and yet allowing the cycle of life and death to unfold without interference.
Rather than calling it a Divine Thought, it was more akin to the "Dao" of the earth itself.
With luck on his side, Mo Hua started to draw the Thick Earth Formation on the Taoist Stele.
This time, the Thick Earth Formation was incredibly profound.
Every stroke seemed to contain the power of the earth.
Upon completion of the Thick Earth Formation, using the formation as a bridge, Mo Hua felt a faint connection with this Divine Thought.
His Divine Sense and the earth’s Divine Thought became increasingly harmonious.
And through this Divine Thought, Mo Hua also personally grasped the "Dao of the Earth."
A mere moment of comprehension, yet it was profoundly deep.
Heaven births all things; the earth nurtures them all.
The withering of grass and trees, the falling of ripe fruit—life’s continuous cycle, passed down through generations.
Upon the earth, the unfolding of countless lives was displayed.
In a trance, Mo Hua felt a revelation.
"Heaven’s law is learned from the earth; man’s law from heaven."
It was as if he truly stood upon the vast earth and glimpsed the "Dao" of the earth.
His Divine Sense was in harmony with the Dao of the earth.
Mo Hua faintly felt that one day, he truly would be able to use thought as his brush and "earth" as his paper.
Under heaven’s expanse, within earth’s reach, wherever Divine Sense travels, draw ground into Formation!
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Meanwhile, Mr. Zhuang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and saw Old Kui with a similarly shocked expression.
That moment, they both sensed an unforeseen trepidation in the air.
Mr. Zhuang whispered in disbelief:
"Who… has touched upon Taoist Meaning?"
Then both were shocked and looked towards the southeast direction of the Spirit Field.
There in the Spirit Field, his young disciple had been contemplating the Formation all along.
And at this very moment, within the Spirit Field, there arose a profound and indescribable breath, endlessly vigorous.
Mr. Zhuang’s gaze became increasingly incredulous…
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