It was none other than the third Householder of Black Mountain Stronghold…
All sorts of images and experiences piled up on one another, flooding Mo Hua’s mind.
Mo Hua’s thoughts were in disarray; he couldn’t distinguish them carefully, and in a flash, an urge surged in his heart.
He wanted to eat people!
Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat.
At the same time, murderous, greedy, and sinister thoughts surged.
Mo Hua’s eyebrows knitted tightly as he had a sudden realization.
He “ate” the Little Green-faced Ghost, so his mind was also overwhelmed by these evil thoughts.
Over time, if such evil thoughts deepened, he truly feared he might end up eating people.
Enduring the pain, Mo Hua quickly sat in front of the Taoist Stele to meditate, using the Meditation Technique Mr. Zhuang taught him to focus his mind and dispel stray thoughts.
The evil thoughts appeared in Mo Hua’s mind and were extinguished one by one, ebbing and flowing in cycles.
At the same time, Mo Hua remembered Mr. Zhuang’s words.
Follow nature of the heart, without deceiving oneself.
Even if evil thoughts arise, do not fear, do not be afraid, do not deceive oneself, watch oneself in contemplation, be clear-minded, free the heart from its cage, and wander boundlessly.
The thoughts of the world are in themselves nothing; the heart, like a bright mirror, does not gather dust.
Streams of green qi tangled with sinister thoughts dispersed from Mo Hua’s body and were thoroughly crushed by the aura of the Taoist Stele, disappearing without a trace.
Mo Hua didn’t know how much time had passed before he finally opened his eyes.
The numerous evil thoughts that had arisen just now had been completely cast aside, Mo Hua’s mind was clear of distractions, and his Divine Sense was penetrating.
Mo Hua exhaled with relief, and just as he was about to stand up, a surge of extremely pure Divine Thought welled up within his Sea of Consciousness.
This Divine Thought was the purified remnant of the Little Green-faced Ghost’s sinister thoughts, the pure power of Divine Sense.
This pure Divine Sense filled Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness.
The Divine Thought of the Little Green-faced Ghost was already stronger than Mo Hua’s, and after its refinement, the power of its Divine Thought became even more immense.
Mo Hua didn’t know what to do.
He had never encountered such a situation in the Tao Cultivation Canon or in Mr. Zhuang’s teachings.
As Mo Hua hesitated, more and more of the pure Divine Thought accumulated, like a tide, suddenly flooding into Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, assaulting the walls of his mind.
Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness ached, almost to the point of splitting open.
“Not good!”
Mo Hua was alarmed in his heart.
This Divine Thought was too much; it would burst his Sea of Consciousness.
Mo Hua endured the intense pain in his Sea of Consciousness and swiftly started to draw Formation Patterns on the Taoist Stele.
Drawing Formation Patterns would consume a great deal of Divine Sense, and Mo Hua wanted to use the Formation to dispel this surge of Divine Thought to prevent his Sea of Consciousness from being torn apart.
Using his finger as a brush, Mo Hua began to draw desperately on the Taoist Stele.
All sorts of Five Elements Formations, Compass Parent-Child Compound Formations, Melting Fire Compound Formations, Concealment Formations, and so on.
Mo Hua drew them without a second thought, as soon as they came to mind.
His speed was extremely fast, his fingers dancing so quickly that they left afterimages, his Divine Sense pouring out, one Formation pattern layered upon another, drawn onto the Taoist Stele by Mo Hua.
But no matter how fast Mo Hua drew, he couldn’t keep up with the speed of the Divine Thought’s growth.
At that moment, Mo Hua thought of the Reversed Spirit Formation.
A first-grade, ten-patterned Reversed Spirit Formation, which with his current level of Divine Sense, he was utterly incapable of completely drawing.
But that also meant that drawing the Reversed Spirit Formation could consume a large amount of Divine Sense.
Mo Hua began to recall the Formation Patterns of the Reversed Spirit Formation, and then attempted to draw the Reversed Spirit Formation on the Taoist Stele.
The first attempt was a failure.
The second attempt still failed.
…
Mo Hua disregarded everything and kept drawing, over and over again.
At the same time, the speed at which he was consuming Divine Thought finally balanced with the growth of the Divine Thought.
The Divine Thought no longer pressurized his Sea of Consciousness, and the pain within it gradually subsided.
Mo Hua felt somewhat better, then perked up, continuing to expend Divine Thought, focusing solely on practicing the Reversed Spirit Formation.
Mo Hua kept drawing it time and again.
On the Taoist Stele, the Formations he drew overlapped one atop another in layers; he didn’t know how many times he did it.
With each drawing, he would get a bit further, and with each further step, more Divine Thought was consumed, and his Divine Sense also grew stronger.
Streams slowly converging into rivers.
Finally, with the last stroke laid down by Mo Hua, the Divine Thought was exhausted, and the Reversed Spirit Formation burst into a deep glow.
The Formation Patterns lit up, and the Formation came into effect.
It signified that Mo Hua had completely drawn the Reversed Spirit Formation.
A first-grade, ten-patterned Reversed Spirit Formation, considered an anomaly of the Heavenly Dao, a transcendence from its class!
By a stroke of luck, Mo Hua, helped by the Divine Thought in the Contemplation Map, had drawn a Formation that normally a Formation Master of his level could not comprehend.