“The God-Slaying Sword emerges from the orifice…”

Mo Hua was startled for a moment. He lowered his head and looked at his palm, gently clenching it.

Thinking of the power within his hand that could potentially break realms and slay Golden Cores, Mo Hua’s emotions surged, and his gaze grew brighter and brighter.

As long as the God-Slaying Sword could emerge from the orifice, his “divine sense proving the Dao” would truly undergo a fundamental transformation.

Not only in the divine thought world, but also in reality, he could turn the virtual into the real, transforming his strongest divine thought into his strongest killing move.

He could perform divine thought killing in reality.

“Need to try it once…”

The next day, at Taixu Gate, in the disciples’ residence to the north.

On a quiet little hillside.

The vegetation was lush, the mountain forest majestic, bathed in faint clouds and mist, quiet and peaceful.

Mo Hua sat on the grass, closing his eyes to nourish his spirit.

There were no other people around, only a large white dog lazily lying under a big tree, dozing off.

Sunlight filtered through the forest, coloring the green mountain and shining on Mo Hua’s body.

The faint clouds and mist around also enveloped Mo Hua’s entire body.

Mo Hua cast aside distracting thoughts to calm his spirit, cultivate his heart, and nurture his nature, like a dead stone, unmoving.

He did not know how long had passed before he opened his eyes. In his eyes, black, white, and gold colors flowed, and his whole body’s aura changed because of it.

Mo Hua pointed his fingers at his forehead, leading out that bit of sword intent from between his eyes. Then his gaze sharpened, and he pointed his two fingers forward once.

In the void, something seemed to break through the air and shoot forward, pointing directly at a towering big tree in front.

The mountain wind suddenly rose. On the opposite big tree, branches and leaves rustled, seemingly trembling.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment…

But after a moment, the mountain wind stopped.

Nothing happened.

No divine thought turned sword emerged from the orifice, no sword intent, the big tree remained unmoving, safe and sound.

Only Mo Hua, with his fingers pointed forward, maintaining the “draw sword” action, stood there with a firm expression.

But… still nothing happened.

Not far away, the big white dog opened its big mouth and yawned boredly.

It had already watched until it was tired.

Mo Hua could only retract his fingers and sigh helplessly.

From morning until now, he had already tried at least seven or eight times, but it was all useless. The Shocking God Sword could emerge from the orifice, but the more profound God-Slaying Sword, although it could manifest in the sea of consciousness, fundamentally could not leave the sea of consciousness.

If it could not emerge from the orifice, it could not kill.

The big white dog in the distance moved its tail, licked its fur, and lay down again, starting to doze off.

Mo Hua also sat cross-legged and began to think carefully.

“What exactly is going wrong? Is the method of emerging from the orifice wrong, or is my divine sense realm still insufficient?”

Mo Hua remembered that Elder Xun Zixian seemed to have told him the general process of divine thought advancement for cultivators:

“Qi Refining cultivators can release divine sense externally to perceive external things.”

“Foundation Building cultivators can control objects with divine sense.”

“Upon reaching the Golden Core realm, the control of objects becomes greatly accomplished, and the power of cultivators controlling tools and swords will also increase.”

“And only upon reaching Golden Core can they preliminarily involve themselves in the method of divine soul emerging from the orifice. To Featherization, they can truly master divine soul emerging from the orifice…”

Cultivators who study the Dao of divine thought are few. Elder Xun Zixian also did not walk this path; he only researched it extensively out of interest as an array master.

His words were still highly credible.

“Golden Core can preliminarily involve…”

Mo Hua muttered.

“But this should be for general cultivators. When I use the Shocking God Sword, I am actually already in the state of divine soul emerging from the orifice.”

“Then… is there a problem with my method of emerging from the orifice for the God-Slaying Sword?”

Mo Hua pondered carefully again.

The God-Slaying Sword emerging from the orifice was more complex than the Shocking God Sword.

The cultivation of the Shocking God Sword is to imprint a sword intent or baleful qi diagram in the divine soul. When emerging from the orifice, one directly uses the eyes as the orifice and manifests the divine soul.

The God-Slaying Sword is different. Its method is more profound, and the difficulty is higher.

One must first hold one’s breath and concentrate, accumulate divine thought, condense the form of the God-Slaying Sword in the sea of consciousness, and chop out this sword.

Then, one can use the two eyes as a medium to transmit this sword out of the orifice.

First “draw the sword,” then “emerge from the orifice.”

Seemingly only adding this one step, the difficulty is several times higher.

The most ideal situation is that the sword follows the divine movement, the divine follows the eyes out, the divine thought moves, the God-Slaying Sword condenses, and the two eyes open, chopping out the divine thought turned sword.

It’s fast to start, fast in action, and kills people with a “gaze,” making it hard to guard against.

Truly, “I look at you once, and you just die.”

But he was still far from this realm; he could only come slowly, step by step.

“Come step by step…”

Mo Hua first closed his eyes, concentrated his spirit, isolated external influences, and gathered all his attention in the sea of consciousness.

In the sea of consciousness, Mo Hua’s divine thought incarnation opened its eyes, virtually grasped with its hands, and gathered at the top of its head.

Thick and pure divine thought, like a golden river, gathered between his hands, condensing into a radiant giant sword of divine thought.

Many sword paths flourished.

Breaking gold, opening mountains, Gui water, Li fire, in the form of a sword array, they condensed into the sword one by one.

Ancient Taixu sword intent manifested.

Ruthless without self, chopping away all Taishang Chop Emotion Dao, was also fused into it.

Mo Hua held the giant sword in his hand, radiant, as if he were a god or demon in the human world.

If it were to chop and kill divine thoughts in evil spirits, god skeletons, or even chop and kill evil fetuses, this sword would do just fine.

But to emerge from the orifice, it was not the case.

Mo Hua had tried many times before, but all failed. This sword, once chopped down, its power was still only limited to the sea of consciousness. Fundamentally, it could not break through the virtual-real boundary, could not emerge from the orifice, and appear in the world.

“The method of emerging from the orifice is wrong…”

“Or, perhaps, the way I chop out is wrong…”

In the previous attempts, Mo Hua was always thinking of “emerging from the orifice,” and all his efforts were directed towards chopping “outside.” But in divine sense, there is no distinction between “inside” and “outside.”

Thinking of chopping towards the outside, but ultimately this sword still stayed in his own sea of consciousness.

Have and none are mutually born, difficult and easy are mutually achieved.

Inside and outside are also relative.

Cannot chop towards the outside, then chop towards the inside? This sword chop, still one’s own “divine soul”?

No, not simply “chop,” but use the divine soul as an interface to connect reality?

The eyes are the window of the divine soul.

Then chopping towards the divine soul means transmitting the divine thought to the eyes, using the two eyes as a window, and thus truly “emerging from the orifice”?

Mo Hua guessed inwardly.

He was somewhat unsure, but after struggling for a moment, he still decided to try once.

Failure is the mother of success. The cultivation of any method is accompanied by many failures; only through a large amount of trial and error can the correct path be found.

Anyway, the matter of “chopping oneself,” he was already accustomed to.

Taixu sword intent wanted to chop the small self, Taishang Forget Emotion wanted to chop human desires, and now using the God-Slaying Sword to chop oneself also seemed like nothing…

Mo Hua’s heart moved, his expression stern, and he began to reverse the giant sword, pointing it towards himself.

But as the sword edge reversed, and the majestic sword intent faced himself, Mo Hua instantly felt the oppression of impending death.

As if this sword would kill him upon descending.

Mo Hua immediately wanted to disperse this God-Slaying Sword, but the next moment, he hard stopped again.

“Fear is only redundant emotion.”

“Taishang Chop Emotion should also chop off ‘fear’.”

“The God-Slaying Sword is the creation of my divine soul, it is my comprehension of the Dao, it is my divine thought sword. My sword cannot kill me.”

Mo Hua firmed his own cognition. For a time, his heart was like gold and stone, firm and unbreakable. Even facing the huge God-Slaying Sword that was enough to chop and kill evil fetuses, he was not afraid.

“Chop!”

Mo Hua lightly shouted once.

The huge God-Slaying Sword descended with a crash, like a collapsing heavenly river, chopping towards Mo Hua himself.

Mo Hua’s gaze was as before, his will like iron, calmly unafraid.

And indeed, the God-Slaying Sword did not chop him, but the moment it touched him, it chopped into his divine soul.

In an instant, divine thought twisted, virtual and real intertwined.

Mo Hua seemed to touch a layer, the virtual-real barrier, and perceived the virtual-real gap.

The virtual-real boundary was too profound; he could not see through it, nor could he break this gap.

But the place of virtual-real fusion was himself, was his sea of consciousness.

He could use his body as a medium, use his eyes as an orifice, and transmit his “virtual” divine thought to the “real” present world.

Mo Hua touched his eyebrows with his fingers, communicating the sword intent in his sea of consciousness.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

In his two eyes, sword light radiated to the extreme, filled with vast and huge sword light like a heavenly river. Breaking gold, opening mountains, Gui water, Li fire, various sword paths with varied colors, flowed within it.

Taixu sword intent faintly floated.

Taishang Chop Emotion, no self, no birth.

Mo Hua’s expression was cold, and the surrounding qi mechanism also began to change.

The big white dog just dozing beside him was suddenly startled and jumped up, staring with wide eyes, incredulously looking at Mo Hua.

And the opportunity had arrived, spiritual enlightenment was suddenly born.

Mo Hua touched his forehead with his fingers, transported the divine thought sword to his two eyes, and then in his eyes, a sharp light bloomed. Mo Hua pointed his two fingers forward once, and the God-Slaying Sword intent then emerged from the orifice in his eyes, following the direction Mo Hua pointed, breaking through the air, straight forward without stopping.

The big white dog was shocked, its whole body’s fur stood up, and its tail also erected.

Then a wave of divine thought surged and changed… still nothing happened.

Although the momentum was shocking, although the method was profound, although the divine thought was thick and strong, the sword formula was sharp to the extreme, but after casting, there was not a bit of movement.

Or rather, he just didn’t cast it out.

The grass was still grass, not a leaf dropped.

The tree was still a tree, without a trace of a wound.

The surrounding flowers and grass were also just as verdant and lush, thriving.

Tai Bai (the big white dog) stared with wide eyes, stunned for a long time. Discovering it was a false alarm, its erected tail drooped down again, and its fluffy body lay back on the ground.

Mo Hua also slumped and sat on the grass, a bit dispirited.

“How come it still doesn’t work?”

“I’ve mastered the method of emerging from the orifice, why can’t this sword still chop out?”

Mo Hua was not convinced and still wanted to practice more, but as soon as he stood up, he only felt a wave of dizziness and fell to the ground again.

His sea of consciousness had a wave of stinging pain, and his two eyes were also full of blood threads, somewhat red and swollen.

“Practiced too much, starting to backlash…”

The power of the God-Slaying Sword was too great, the divine thought too strong. Forcibly borrowing “two eyes” to emerge from the orifice also placed too much load on the eyes.

“Cannot practice anymore, need to rest…”

Mo Hua hurriedly sat up, sat in meditation and contemplation, recovering his divine sense. At the same time, he took some pills to nourish blood qi, clear his heart, and brighten his eyes.

Waiting until he had recuperated and his divine sense had recovered and his two eyes were a bit clearer, Mo Hua then opened his eyes.

“Still didn’t work.”

Mo Hua pondered. But in a short time, he had no way to practice the God-Slaying Sword emerging from the orifice again. Moreover, it was almost mealtime and he needed to eat.

“Let’s go back first…”

Mo Hua packed up, shouted once “Big white dog, going back,” then stood up and left. After walking a few steps, he turned his head to look and saw the big white dog still lying on the ground.

“Big white dog?”

The big white dog glanced at Mo Hua sideways, ignored him, turned its head, and continued lying and dozing off, looking a bit angry.

Mo Hua knew why it was angry, sighed, and explained: “How many times have I told you, it’s not that I deliberately want to steal food.”

“It’s not that I don’t bring you good things to eat…”

“Those things, you can’t digest…”

“They are some god skeletons, not clean. If you eat them, it’s easy to have problems…”

“Next time, next time I have good things to eat, I will definitely bring you some.”

The big white dog looked towards Mo Hua’s storage bag.

Mo Hua said: “That bone cannot be eaten, I’m keeping it for something useful…”

“Really, not deceiving you.”

“Next time I have good things to eat, I will definitely leave some for you…”

Mo Hua tried coaxing and reasoning. The big white dog then dispelled its anger and afterwards nodded once proudly, considering the past grievances settled with Mo Hua.

“Next time I encounter evil spirits again, I will definitely bring you a few. Just bear with it for a while.” Mo Hua promised, “You follow me to the dining hall now. What do you want to eat? I’ll order it for you, just consider it an apology.”

Having gotten Mo Hua’s promise, the big white dog then happily got up, wagging its tail, and happily followed behind Mo Hua again.

One person and one dog, just like this, walked along the mountain path down the mountain.

And behind them, that towering ancient tree that Mo Hua had “chopped” with his divine thought turned sword had unknowingly manifested a sword mark on its trunk.

To say it was a sword mark, but it was not like one.

Above the sword mark, there were no traces of knife or sword cuts, more like natural withering and decay.

It was as if someone had erased the “intention” of growth from the tree near the sword mark.

This scar would then never regrow, never heal, forever without vitality.

This was a wound at the level of “divine thought.”

It was a divine thought sword wound left by a trace of overflowing God-Slaying Sword intent.

In the long years that followed, this sword wound always remained on this ancient tree at Taixu Gate, enduring wind and rain, never fading.

Disciples’ residence, dining hall.

Hungry, Mo Hua was just sitting at a table gnawing on a chicken leg.

Beside him, the big white dog was also lying on the table, holding a large elbow with its two front paws, gnawing very happily.

The disciples beside them were already accustomed to it.

Generally speaking, spirit beasts were prohibited from entering the dining hall.

But this dog belonged to the sect master, and the person bringing it was Mo Hua, so no one said anything.

Of course, they did not know that this big white dog was not a spirit beast at all, let alone a dog.

After a big meal, the last bit of resentment in the big white dog’s heart also disappeared, and it was considered reconciled with Mo Hua.

Mo Hua brought it to the scripture pavilion. Before leaving, the big white dog “woofed” at Mo Hua once.

Mo Hua nodded in reply: “Okay, okay, I won’t forget. I will definitely invite you to eat good things when I have time.”

The big white dog then nodded contentedly.

After sending off the big white dog, Mo Hua returned to his own residence, burned calming incense, boiled cloud mist tea, and sat quietly on the meditation mat to calm his spirit and think about the problem:

“Why still can’t I chop it out?”

“I have mastered all the divine thought methods, and the God-Slaying Sword intent has already been led to my eyes, but it still cannot emerge from the orifice and cannot be chopped out. Could it be because I haven’t formed my core yet?”

Only when divine sense forms a core can the God-Slaying Sword emerge from the orifice?

Mo Hua was not too sure. He wanted to find time to practice more, but using his eyes as the orifice placed an extremely large load on his eyes. With his body strength, he fundamentally had no capital for multiple attempts.

In case he practiced too much and made his eyes blind, that would be a big problem.

Mo Hua pondered: “Forget it, let’s first think of a way to make the divine sense form a core.”

As long as the divine sense forms a core, not only can the God-Slaying Sword emerge from the orifice, but the Reverse Spirit Array can also be learned. His strength will also truly welcome a “transformation.”

But the current problem still needed to be solved. Two days later was the day to encircle the demonic sect.

If the Reverse Spirit Array could not be learned and the God-Slaying Sword could not be externalized, all offensive means would be unusable. In that case, he could only settle for the next best thing and find a way to “preserve his life.”

In case something really happened at that time and he was targeted by a Golden Core demonic head, he would at least have a means of escape.

Whether concealment techniques could deceive a Golden Core was hard to say. But for body movement, he had just learned a new one not long ago.

Mo Hua thought for a bit, then went to the Dao Law room and found Elder Yi.

“Spar?”

Elder Yi was startled for a moment, looking at Mo Hua, “You with me?”

“Yes!” Mo Hua nodded.

Elder Yi didn’t know what to say.

You, a Foundation Building disciple, are asking me, a Golden Core Elder, to spar?

If it were other disciples, he would definitely say he was busy, but the one making the request was Mo Hua, so Elder Yi couldn’t refuse.

Conversely, the fact that he was willing to find himself to spar, in a sense, was truly “looking up to” himself.

“Forget it, I’ll just accompany this precious disciple of Taixu Gate to play…” Elder Yi thought to himself, then asked:

“What kind of spar?”

Mo Hua said: “I escape, you come and catch me, see if you can catch me.”

Elder Yi understood.

This was about sparring body movement.

He nodded: “Okay.”

Then Elder Yi found a spacious Dao Law room and said to Mo Hua: “Just here. The place is big, convenient for you to escape.”

Mo Hua looked around and nodded, “Good.”

So the spar began.

Of course, saying it was a “spar,” it was essentially “accompanying practice,” and the atmosphere was not that tense.

The two people stood apart, separated by ten zhang distance. Elder Yi then said: “Begin.”

Mo Hua said: “Good!”

Before the words fell, Elder Yi’s figure disappeared.

Mo Hua’s expression was alerted, but he hadn’t even reacted when he felt his body lighten and he was already lifted up.

“Caught.” Elder Yi said, lifting Mo Hua.

Mo Hua’s expression was a bit dull.

“This…”

Golden Core late stage body movement was really too fast. Elder Yi was also a spiritual cultivator, especially proficient in body movement. In a short time, he started extremely fast, his figure flickering in the blink of an eye, so fast that it fundamentally didn’t give him time to react.

Taixu Gate’s true transmission Elder was indeed extraordinary.

Elder Yi was usually amiable, looking like he didn’t show off his skills, but he didn’t expect that when he actually made a move, his strength was so strong that he didn’t have any opportunity to react.

No wonder he could teach Dao Law in the eight great gates. He was indeed not ordinary…

Of course, there was another reason.

Mo Hua turned his head to look at Elder Yi, “Elder, you are Golden Core late stage, right? Your cultivation is too high.”

Elder Yi was startled, “It’s not my fault that my cultivation is high…”

Mo Hua said: “Suppress it a bit, Golden Core early stage is fine.”

The intensity of Golden Core late stage was still too high. His body movement was being crushed, and he couldn’t practice anything.

Elder Yi sighed.

What could he do?

As an “accompanying practice,” he could only follow whatever this little ancestor said.

“Okay, I’ll suppress it to Golden Core early stage.”

“Okay.” Mo Hua nodded.

Elder Yi put down Mo Hua. The two people stood apart again, then with a “begin,” Elder Yi’s figure disappeared again.

But this time, Mo Hua managed to catch Elder Yi’s trajectory.

He couldn’t react to Golden Core late stage, but with his cultivation suppressed to Golden Core early stage, the pressure was not that great.

In Mo Hua’s divine sense perception, Elder Yi’s figure was stepping with extremely profound footwork. Under his feet, a zhang shrank to an inch. Each step was several zhang, and as he advanced and retreated, he stepped just right into the blind spot of Mo Hua’s back vision.

This footwork was very exquisite and tricky, skilled in calculation, and very attentive to timing.

Not long after, in Mo Hua’s blind spot of vision, Elder Yi’s palm probed out, and just like before, grabbed towards Mo Hua.

But this time, Mo Hua was prepared. The moment the palm grabbed towards him, his figure flashed, and he had already slid back several steps.

Elder Yi lightly “eh’d” once.

“A bit of something…”

He continued to chase, his figure light as wind, plus his footwork conforming to Yi numbers, fast and profound, and hard to detect.

But after several rounds, Mo Hua, at the critical moment, dodged Elder Yi’s big hand and was not caught by him.

Elder Yi nodded inwardly.

“Not bad…”

No wonder he had the confidence to spar body movement with himself…

Not only was his divine sense sharp, but his body movement was also very exquisite. Looking at his ease, one could tell he had put in a lot of effort.

And the more they sparred, the clearer Elder Yi’s figure became in Mo Hua’s divine sense, his attack moves more obvious, and Mo Hua dodged with greater ease.

Seeing Mo Hua swimming around the Dao Law room like a fish, Elder Yi’s gaze condensed, and in the space in his eyes, the eight trigrams Yi numbers floated out, and his body movement also changed accordingly.

But this change was only in the blink of an eye.

Mo Hua didn’t have time to react. He still dodged Elder Yi’s capture according to his previous experience, but as he took a side step, he found the side was empty, and Elder Yi didn’t make a move to grab him.

“Not good!”

Mo Hua immediately realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.

Elder Yi walked out from another blind spot. He was clearly not hiding his body, but he looked just like he was.

A pair of big hands grabbed Mo Hua’s shoulders.

Elder Yi smiled slightly, but the smile didn’t last long and suddenly froze.

Mo Hua, who had been grabbed by him, flashed into a light shadow and turned into water mist, just like that, dissolving in front of him…