"Kill them all..."
"Kill all living beings..."
"Why... can’t I kill them?"
"Save all beings... Why must I save all beings? Why? Do all beings need me to save them? What is there that’s worth saving?"
"Human hearts are greedy, selfish..."
Mo Hua realized that his heart was growing colder and colder, and he hurried to halt his own thoughts, cutting off the flow of all his reflections.
"No..."
"I have to recover my memories, reclaim myself..."
Mo Hua began to discard stray thoughts and ponder his own origin.
"If I am Mo Hua, then I should have parents. It’s not like I jumped out of a crack in a rock..."
"My parents..."
A resolute face, and another gentle, loving face, surfaced in Mo Hua’s mind.
"They... are my parents."
"Then, do I also have... a Master? After all, Cultivation requires guidance from someone..." Mo Hua’s expression turned dazed. "Master..."
A figure with an immortal bearing, free and unrestrained, appeared in Mo Hua’s mind. A handsome face, smiling as it looked at Mo Hua, brimming with expectation.
"My... Master..."
The Heavenly Mechanism Pattern between Mo Hua’s brows radiated white light, dispelling a large swathe of Evil Qi and illuminating a vast stretch of the eerie fog shrouding his memories.
"The bamboo courtyard, the small pond, the big locust tree, Master, Old Kui, Junior Brother, and then..."
"Senior Sister!"
"Senior Sister is my..."
Mo Hua frowned, racking his brains for a long time, when suddenly two words leapt into his mind:
Anchor point.
But...
"What... is an anchor point?"
Mo Hua furrowed his brows tightly, and then a wave of familiar recollection washed over him.
Back at Taixu Gate, when he practiced the Tai Xu Divine Thought into sword, the "Supreme Heavenly Demon Slash" Dao he cultivated along with it rose to Mo Hua’s mind like "muscle memory" imprinted on his Divine Sense, almost by instinct.