Mo Hua, using his self-created Seven Souls Frightening Divine Sword Style, which combines the Taixu Gate’s Soul-Shocking Sword Forms and the Water Prison Sect’s Seven Souls Blood Prison Diagram, defeated a big white dog spectacularly. He returned triumphant under Yu Er’s admiring gaze.
After returning, he suffered greatly.
His divine soul hurt intensely.
And it wasn’t the pain of divine sense exhaustion; it was the pain from the core, due to the depletion of his divine soul and the shaking of the seven souls.
"Overestimated myself..."
Mo Hua deeply regretted it in his heart.
"If only I hadn’t pushed myself so hard... What is that dumb big white dog’s background? How is it so strong..."
Mo Hua clutched his head, curled up on the bed, unable to move due to the pain.
No way.
With the depletion of the seven souls and the instability of the life soul, if this continues, once one soul breaks and the life soul is hard, he might beco an idiot...
Think of a solution...
Mo Hua, enduring the intense pain, focused his mind, sank his divine sense into the Sea of Consciousness, and then cald his mind for ditation.
But ditation was ineffective.
He then sensed the Taoist Stele, but although the Taoist Stele contained the profound aning of the Great Dao capable of expelling evil and calming spirits, it couldn’t repair his damaged divine soul.
Mo Hua tried many thods, but none were effective; his incarnated divine thought felt like it was being cut by swords, causing unbearable pain.
An incarnated divine thought is transford from the divine soul.
When the divine soul is injured, the incarnated body is naturally damaged as well.
On the incarnate, there were already fine cracks, indicating the aftereffects of his divine soul clashing with others.
Mo Hua frowned.
Just then, his thoughts shifted, noticing that not every part of his incarnated divine thought had cracks.
The pale gold areas were intact.
The thicker the gold, the more stable the incarnation.
This pale gold was... divine marrow!
Mo Hua’s heart tensed. Having no other choice at the mont, he mobilized the divine marrow within his incarnation, transforming it into thread-like "blood" to flow throughout his body.
The dazzling divine marrow, like lted golden water, flowed within Mo Hua.
When it touched the cracks on the incarnated divine thought, caused by the struggle of the divine soul, it slowly lted into them, "repairing" those injuries.
The pain in the divine soul was also alleviated.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, without delay, Mo Hua mobilized all the divine marrow he had accumulated before, circulating it within his incarnated divine thought, repairing the injuries on his divine soul.
The pale gold divine marrow was consud little by little.
The cracks on the incarnated divine thought were also being repaired little by little.
After a long ti, Mo Hua opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.
The pain in his divine thought had eased, and the cracks were mostly repaired, though the lingering pain remained.
He also confird one thing:
The injuries on the divine soul can be repaired using "divine marrow."
Mo Hua’s brow furrowed slightly...
Elder Xun Zixian once said that a cultivator’s divine sense is a derivation of their divine soul.
So, by this logic, is the divine marrow of a deity also a derivation of the deity’s divine soul?
Can a deity’s divine soul, besides deriving telekinesis, also derive divine marrow?
Much like how a cultivator’s heart contains blood and essence blood?
And due to the fundantal difference between the divine souls of deities and cultivators, whether one can derive divine marrow also represents the most essential distinction between them?
So, after all, what exactly is divine marrow?
Is it soul, or telekinesis?
Or is it the materialization of the Dao Laws?
What is the divine soul of a deity really like, and how does it differ from a cultivator’s?
The more Mo Hua learned, the more questions he had.
He could only suppress these questions in his heart, planning to ponder them slowly as he gained more Tao cultivation experience in the future.
For now, he understood one thing:
He should stockpile more divine marrow in the future.
The more the better.
This divine marrow, it’s needed for divine sense sublimation, for breaking through cultivation bottlenecks, and even for battles involving the divine soul, one should probably keep more divine marrow as "healing dicine."
It’s truly a versatile solution.
Yet from this battle with the big white dog, Mo Hua’s divine soul was damaged, and repairing it almost consud over half of the divine marrow he had painstakingly accumulated by devouring so far.
Within his incarnated divine thought, the golden marrow resembling blood threads had faded considerably, with so areas even regressing to silver.
Mo Hua sensed a bit of a crisis.
A cultivator can only advance, never retreat!
Need to consu more.
Consu telekinesis to supplent divine sense.
Consu divine marrow to replenish the divine soul.
Tao cultivation is endless, there’s no room for slack!
Mo Hua revived his spirits.
But he couldn’t exert himself now because his divine soul had just been repaired and still retained so pain, so it wasn’t advisable to strain it rashly.
Only now did he truly understand why the sect had completely cut off the tradition of "Divine Thought into sword," preventing disciples from learning this sword technique.
Injuring the divine soul is no joke.
It’s just that he had walked the path of Divine Sense Proving the Dao, with a strong foundation, having learned many divine sense skills, coupled with so fortuitous encounters, and even evil gods "delivered als," allowing him to offset so flaws.
Otherwise, the so-called "Divine Thought into sword" is actually "Life Soul into sword," literally risking one’s life when wielding the sword, the stronger the sword, the greater the danger.
"I should use this move cautiously in the future."
If it can be avoided, do not use it, otherwise, even if the divine soul isn’t diminished, the loss of divine marrow would cause heartache.
Divine marrow is not easy to obtain.
In this world, not everywhere has "kind," dozing evil gods delivering divine marrow.
That being the case...
The big white dog, which once matched him in the Divine Thought confrontation, doesn’t seem simple after all...
Mo Hua stroked his chin.
The next day, Mo Hua bought a few chicken legs from the dining hall and then went to that remote book pavilion.
In front of the book pavilion, the big white dog was still there.
Only now, it had lost its forr arrogant deanor, looking sickly and listless, clearly not in good spirits either.
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