"It’s just that, time might not be enough..."
Mo Hua had some concerns.
He didn’t know how well Jin Yixuan’s formation comprehension was.
If he were a fool, just understanding the Divine Formation Patterns would take ten days to half a month, wouldn’t that be a bit too late?
But right now, there wasn’t any better way.
Mo Hua sighed again and could only continue practicing the divine formations on the Taoist Stele, hoping that drawing them several more times might lead to deeper insights, perhaps even some enlightenment.
On the Taoist Stele, the Divine Formation Patterns appeared stroke by stroke.
Mo Hua calmed his mind, heart, and mind clear, drawing the divine formations over and over again.
After completing the drawings, he would erase them, and after erasing, he continued to draw again...
Time passed bit by bit.
Mo Hua did not know how many times he had drawn them; while the formation patterns became more familiar, there was no progress in deeper comprehension.
"So difficult..."
Mo Hua, tired from drawing, lay down beside the Taoist Stele, clearing his mind, planning to rest for a while before drawing again.
He refused to believe that after a hundred or a thousand times, he wouldn’t gain any insight.
Mo Hua closed his eyes, spirit ethereal, abandoning distracting thoughts.
Gradually, the feeling of fatigue dissipated.
After lying down for a while, Mo Hua felt revitalized and planned to get up and continue drawing.
Just at that moment, Mo Hua caught a glimpse of a dark rift out of the corner of his eye, causing him to be stunned.
It was a rift in the void.
Since Mo Hua’s Divine Sense reached the peak of Seventeen Patterns, about to break through to Eighteen Patterns, this rift had suddenly appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.
Not knowing its origin or history, the rift was extraordinarily mystical, akin to the handiwork of the Great Dao, seemingly born to patch Mo Hua’s "flaw."
Any growth in Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was devoured by the rift.
Thus, in the past year or so, all his hard-earned Divine Sense had primarily served to feed this "uninvited guest," resulting in no advancement in his Divine Sense realm.
This rift was the "culprit" suppressing the growth of his Divine Sense.
Previously whenever Mo Hua saw this void rift, he felt quite unhappy.
But now, he was suddenly struck dumb.
"Suppressing the growth of my Divine Sense..."
In other words, could it mean... it has "sealed" my Divine Sense?!
In other words, this void rift is a layer of the Heavenly Dao "seal"?!
And the void rift evidently contained some kind of Heavenly Dao Laws.
That would mean, this rift was clearly a most vivid and straightforward Heavenly Dao "sealing" law?!
Mo Hua found it somewhat incredible.
Searched high and low in vain...
The core sealing principle of the Divine Tao Array, it turned out, had long been embedded in his Sea of Consciousness by the Heavenly Dao as a "patch"?!
Its purpose was to seal his Divine Sense, repairing his "flaw"?!
Mo Hua’s mouth hung open, heart filled with awe.
Then his eyes sparkled, thoughts racing:
"To know how the Divine Tao Array can seal the Evil God, one merely needs to understand how this Heavenly Dao Law ’seals’ oneself..."
This law can seal himself.
Once he comprehends this law and integrates it into the Divine Tao Array, naturally, it would also be able to seal other evil spirits, even the most formidable Evil Gods!
Mo Hua continued to ponder:
So how did this law seal his Sea of Consciousness?
Mo Hua immediately thought of a word:
Devour!
"For this law to continue to exist, it must continually ’devour’ and absorb the Divine Thought of the sealed, achieving a cycle of strength to maintain its own stability and existence."
"Similarly, the Divine Tao Array must ’devour’ the telekinesis of the sealed to maintain the formation’s existence, making the ’power of sealing’ continuous and enduring over the years."
"So, the core of sealing lies in ’devour.’
Mo Hua suddenly realized.
Water without a source dries up.
All forces in the world are conserved and have their origins.