Chapter 296: Chapter 295 Evil Thoughts_1
After dinner, Mo Hua practiced Formation for a while before lying in bed to rest with his eyes closed, waiting until 1 p.m. to enter the Sea of Consciousness.
Inside the Sea of Consciousness, the insubstantial Taoist Stele emerged.
Mo Hua scrutinized the Taoist Stele and found it perfectly normal, just as always.
Mo Hua was somewhat disappointed.
He had thought that after consuming the Little Green-faced Ghost and refining its Divine Thought, and with his Divine Sense prematurely establishing its foundation, this Taoist Stele would undergo some change, conjuring some profound transformations.
But it seemed he had expected too much.
The Taoist Stele was intangible, ancient, profound, and silent, just like the Great Dao, everlasting through the ages.
Mo Hua silently watched the Taoist Stele.
This Taoist Stele had been in the Sea of Consciousness for over a decade, originally as familiar as could be, but now it seemed unfathomable, as if hiding numerous unknown karmic relationships.
“I wonder if I will be able to uncover the secrets hidden within the stele when my realm is higher, my Divine Sense stronger, or my experience in Tao Cultivation broader?”
Mo Hua contemplated silently.
Afterward, Mo Hua put aside distracting thoughts and practiced Formation on the Taoist Stele as usual.
Cultivation emphasizes gradual progress and accumulation, and Formation requires consistent, drip by drip efforts.
Both demand night and day hard work and persistent practice. Nothing can be achieved overnight, nor can one be impatient for quick results.
Even though Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was already strong, when it came to Formation, he still needed to remain down-to-earth, repeatedly honing and consolidating his skills.
Using his finger as a brush, Mo Hua drew complex and profound Formation Patterns on the Taoist Stele.
These were profound Formation Patterns that an ordinary First-grade Formation Master could not learn, forming the most difficult First-grade Ten Pattern Reversed Spirit Formation that Mo Hua had mastered to date.
For Mo Hua at the moment, only this Formation was worth spending more time practicing.
After all, his Divine Sense had already established its foundation, and ordinary First-grade Formations could not deepen his understanding or hone his Divine Sense. Drawing them was as easy as drinking water, effortlessly and blandly without taste.
Of course, Mo Hua only thought this to himself; if he said it out loud, he would certainly attract resentment.
Mo Hua focused on practicing the Reversed Spirit Formation.
However, as he practiced, Mo Hua noticed something was amiss.
Every time he used his Divine Sense, some afterimages would occasionally emerge within the Sea of Consciousness.
Within these afterimages were Taoist temples hidden among green mountains, the Taoist Child who appeared innocent one moment and malicious the next, Taoists who sometimes exuded a celestial presence and other times displayed a greedy expression, and Cultivators of various forms harboring evil intentions...
Mo Hua’s state of mind also fluctuated frequently.
Sometimes pure, sometimes irritable, sometimes despondent, sometimes violent, and, at worst, he harbored a craving for human flesh and blood.
Even Mr. Zhuang, who was always composed, even in the face of catastrophes, couldn’t help but show a shocked expression, “Ate it?”
Mo Hua nodded, “I ate it.”
Mr. Zhuang tugged at the corner of his mouth, “How did you eat it?”
“It wanted to eat me. I didn’t let it, so I used a formation to injure it. It turned into wisps of green smoke, and I swallowed them into my stomach...”
Mo Hua broadly explained what had happened, only he didn’t mention the Taoist Stele.
In fact, it was the breath of the Taoist Stele that had incinerated the Little Green-faced Ghost into green smoke.
“Can your Divine Sense manifest?” Mr. Zhuang asked.
“Mhm.” Mo Hua nodded.
From the Little Green-faced Ghost’s mouth, Mo Hua learned that Divine Thoughts manifesting as one’s self in the Sea of Consciousness is called Divine Sense Manifestation.
Mo Hua’s Divine Sense had been able to manifest since he was young, and he thought this was quite ordinary. But seeing the little ghost’s reaction, he realized that not all cultivators could manifest their own Divine Sense within the Sea of Consciousness.
At that moment, Mr. Zhuang’s expression also was not surprising, which suggested that although he hadn’t asked before, he must’ve guessed that Mo Hua’s Divine Sense could manifest.
Mr. Zhuang then said, “So after you ate the little ghost and refined it, your Divine Sense surged suddenly?”
Mo Hua nodded. He thought to himself that Mr. Zhuang was indeed perceptive, deducing most of the incident from the brief details Mo Hua had given.
Mr. Zhuang stood there with a complex expression, repeatedly seeming to want to say something but holding back. Finally, he slowly confirmed, “So now, has your Divine Sense reached Foundation Establishment?”
“Yes, Gentleman!” Mo Hua shyly smiled with bright, sparkling eyes, feeling a tiny bit proud.
Mr. Zhuang sighed and sat back down slowly. His expression returned to one of relaxation, though clearly, his heart was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
During these days, Mo Hua hadn’t come to find him, and he thought Mo Hua had gone off to play somewhere and simply forgotten the time. However, he didn’t expect that in just a few days, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense had already achieved Foundation Establishment.
“That was too fast...” Mr. Zhuang muttered to himself.
Though it’s said that if one prepares, they shall succeed, and if not, they shall fail.
But the rapid growth of Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was unforeseeable, and because of this, he had to overturn and start anew with all the preparations and plans he had made before...
Seeing Mr. Zhuang seemed a bit distracted, Mo Hua asked about his worries:
“Gentleman, I ate the little ghost from the Contemplation Map, and it seems its memories are now in my Sea of Consciousness. Occasionally, many illusions and various stray thoughts arise. Is this dangerous?”
“That...” Mr. Zhuang’s gaze deepened, “It’s hard to say.”
Mo Hua didn’t expect Mr. Zhuang, with all his experience and knowledge, to have such a vague answer, prompting him to ask:
“Why is it hard to say?”
“Because no one has ever done this before...”
Mo Hua was taken aback, “No one has eaten a little ghost before?”
“Yes.” Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua with a complicated expression, “Generally, it’s the little ghosts that eat humans. You’re the first one I know of who has eaten a little ghost...”