Chapter 287: Chapter 286 Eat_1
The mere wisp of aura that spread out caused the Green-faced Devil to tremble all over, shudder in dread, feeling the great terror of being eradicated from its very source.
This strand of aura seemed like a repulsion from the Heavenly Dao.
The Heavenly Dao suppresses all malevolent spirits.
At the same time, the Green-faced Devil felt a burning pain all over its body.
It looked down to see that, unbeknownst to it, its hands, feet, and entire body seemed to be burning in a melting fire, gradually fading away.
And its form was gradually shrinking, gradually revealing its true shape, reverting to that little green-faced ghost with protruding fangs.
“I must escape, or I will surely die!”
Frightened out of its wits, the Little Green-faced Ghost screamed shrilly, struggling desperately to escape from Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness.
Naturally, Mo Hua would not let it escape.
His eyes lit up, he took the opportunity to use the Water Passing Step, took three steps as if they were two, and in an instant, he arrived in front of the Little Green-faced Ghost and grabbed it.
Previously, when the Little Green-faced Ghost was powerful, Mo Hua could not get close to it.
But now, it had been bombed by Mo Hua’s Earth Fire Formation and burned by the aura of the Taoist Stele, revealing its true form, and the remaining Divine Sense had weakened significantly.
Mo Hua easily subdued it.
The Little Green-faced Ghost was still struggling, screaming, “Let me go! Let me go!”
Mo Hua did not release it; instead, he asked, “What exactly are you?”
The Little Green-faced Ghost didn’t answer; instead, its expression became fierce, threatening,
“Let go of me quickly... otherwise, one day, I will eat you!”
Mo Hua’s gaze turned stern, and his face became serious.
You dare to threaten me when death is imminent?
He gripped the Little Green-faced Ghost’s throat and said coldly, “Keep being arrogant, and see if I don’t eat you first?”
Although Mo Hua’s words were a threat, as soon as he spoke them, the Little Green-faced Ghost suddenly showed a look of terror.
“Don’t... don’t say ‘eat’...”
The Little Green-faced Ghost was both shocked and scared.
But it was too late; as soon as Mo Hua had finished speaking, a more majestic aura came from the Taoist Stele, burning the Little Green-faced Ghost into a shadowy figure.
The shadowy figure of the Little Green-faced Ghost was screaming, writhing, struggling, shrieking, but it was all in vain. It was ground down by the aura from the Taoist Stele, quickly refined into a few green vapors.
Afterward, these strands of green vapor directly drilled into Mo Hua’s mouth and were swallowed into his belly.
In an instant, the Little Green-faced Ghost was “eaten” by Mo Hua.
Mo Hua was stunned.
He was merely speaking offhand; how did he really “eat” this little ghost?
He didn’t actually want to eat it...
Thinking of the ugly appearance of the little ghost with green face and sharp teeth, Mo Hua couldn’t help muttering,
“I hope it doesn’t upset my stomach... no, my mind.”
Before he finished speaking, Mo Hua’s expression changed.
He felt as if a kaleidoscope had burst open in his mind, filled with many new images.
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.