Chapter 718: Chapter 565: Foundation Establishnt_5
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Outside the cave dwelling for Foundation Establishnt of Mo Hua, True Man Situ was sowhat puzzled.
“What’s wrong…”
He had just felt a surge, insignificant to him, but exceedingly abundant in terms of Divine Sense fluctuations for a Foundation Building Cultivator.
This also confird his guess about “Divine Sense Proving the Dao.”
Yet, for so reason, that surge quickly converged, vanished, and left no trace…
The aura of Mo Hua’s Divine Thought hadn’t seed to increase.
“Did it fail?”
True Man Situ frowned.
He then waited outside…
After a long ti, Mo Hua erged, his steps light, even sowhat… springy?
He was clearly in a good mood…
True Man Situ could not help but ask, “Did you establish your foundation?”
“Yes!” Mo Hua nodded and smiled.
True Man Situ gave Mo Hua a discerning look.
His aura had indeed beco much more solid…
But as for Spiritual Power, it was quite average, and his Blood Qi, pitifully weak…
His Divine Sense, he couldn’t ascertain clearly, but it felt similar to the Divine Sense Realm before his own Foundation Establishnt…
This… that’s all for Foundation Establishnt?
And…
“Why wasn’t there any phenonon at all…”
True Man Situ was sowhat puzzled.
Divine Sense Proving the Dao, no matter what, there should have been a slight sign, even the smallest hint would have given him so clue.
But it seed, there really wasn’t any.
True Man Situ shook his head, sowhat unable to understand.
But Mo Hua was ready to bid True Man Situ farewell:
“Thank you for your guidance during these days, senior. I have been away from ho for a long ti, and I will return tomorrow…”
True Man Situ nodded, “It was but a trifle, do not mind it.”
But he still advised, “The path of Dao Cultivation is long, if you pass by Mystery Valley in the future, rember to drop a greeting card; I will treat you, show you around, and let you experience the heritage of my Mystery Valley…”
Mo Hua smiled broadly, “Definitely!”
The two chatted a lot more.
The next day, Mo Hua set out on his journey, a small figure walking on the Great Dao, waving at True Man Situ from a distance.
True Man Situ watched the figure of Mo Hua and suddenly felt sowhat reluctant, pausing longer than intended, watching Mo Hua disappear into the distance.
Mo Hua, alone on the Great Dao, though small in figure, had a steadfast Taoist Heart, fearless, and pressing forward.
True Man Situ thought to himself:
“I hope you, child, have a boundless Dao journey!”
“Maybe if fate allows, we will et again…”
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Having seen off Mo Hua, True Man Situ should also return to Mystery Valley.
Yet, before leaving, his mind was still concerned.
“How could there be… no phenonon at all?”
“Was I mistaken?”
He hesitated for a mont, then slowly walked into the cave dwelling where Mo Hua had established his foundation.
The interior of the cave dwelling was luxuriously decorated.
Luxury wooden furniture, auspicious cloud screens, Spirit-embroidered porcelain… all present, but just as always, no different from before.
“Sothing’s not right…”
True Man Situ scanned with his Divine Sense, then suddenly paused.
He reached out and gently touched the porcelain that was ‘turning green with spirit stone,’ and ‘turning red with copper,’ beautifully adorned with green and red colors.
As soon as he touched it, the porcelain instantly shattered.
Simultaneously, the surrounding masonry settings all cracked, their interiors already turning into fine powder!
No scent of Blood Qi.
No external force.
No remnants of Spiritual Power.
Could it be… Divine Sense?
Were these bricks, mortar, and porcelains, inadvertently smashed by the overflowing Divine Sense?
True Man Situ gasped sharply.
Divine Sense… shattered…
What exactly did this small cultivator establish?
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At this mont, in an unknown void.
Yin souls wailed harshly, Gui Qi pervading.
With remnants of souls everywhere, weaving a terrifyingly enormous web.
This web, covering heaven and shielding the earth, seed like a vast shadowy Large Formation, containing endless Gui Tao trickeries and the deadly aura of extinction.
At this mont, a dreadful shadow opened its eyes.
Within his eyes, pitch-blackness.
As if countless Deceit Patterns were condensed within.
“Back Ruins Heaven Burial is now in my hands…”
“But my Planting Devil in Taoist Heart… is missing… a trace of its origin…”
“Was it… erased…”
“Or was it… consud…”
He hadn’t spoken aloud, but nurous yin souls seed to do it on his behalf.
Clustered voices, intermingling, indistinguishable in their sharp and piercing nature, potentially harmful to Divine Thought.
“Evil God, or Heavenly Demon… dare to consu… my Demon Thought?”
The shadow calculated with his fingers, a Dao robe of Void appearing on him, densely flowing with Deceit Patterns.
A na erged…
“Mo… Hua…”
“… Who is it?”
The shadow’s dark gaze condensed, trying to calculate again, only to find the Heavenly secret obscured, clouded, indistinct.
“Is it… my junior brother…”
“But you… are already dead… can’t hide it anymore…”
The shadow’s gaze beca fierce. Amidst fear and struggle, the nurous yin souls were devoured by the Dao robe of Void, turning to ash, while his Tricky Calculation of Heavenly secret advanced further.
In the vague mist, he almost saw a small human face…
Just then, a Corpse King with a warped and twisted aura due to karmic mutation leapt out from the obscure causality, its eyes blood-red, its face fierce, biting fiercely into the shadow.
This bite swallowed countless yin souls and also severed the causality.
The shadow startled, slightly incredulous.
“This is… my nurtured Taoist Demon?”
“It… is biting ?”
This Corpse King, hidden in the obscure causation, seed to be “protecting its master” as well as “protecting its food.”
Not allowing others to covet its “master,” nor allowing others to covet its “food.”
A trace of vindictive spirit appeared in the shadow’s eyes, then gradually cald down.
A Taoist Demon, a being of Great Dao’s karmic mutation.
Conforming to the Dao yet defying it.
Hidden in causality, perilously unpredictable, and elusive.
This Taoist Demon he had nurtured, he could not kill it now…
The shadow fell silent, an all-encompassing deathly stillness, then his Deceit Pattern faded, retracting his Dao robe, returning to normal.
“We will et again…”
His pitch-black pupils, irregular Deceit Patterns flickering between light and shadow.
In the land of void, thousands of yin souls, fiercely wailing, simultaneously shouting the na that knows neither cause nor effect:
“Mo Hua.”
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(End of the Wandering Volu)
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