His Divine Consciousness was groggy. He was clearly awake, yet still exhausted beyond measure. His Sea of Consciousness felt as heavy as Qianjun, as though he bore too many grievances and debts upon his back.
Moreover, everything before his eyes was hazy.
Whatever he looked at was half black, half white.
It was as though heaven and earth had lost all color, returning to their most primal hues. Amid the interwoven black and white, all things seemed deathly still, yet the Great Dao also seemed to return as one.
Mo Hua blinked hard again.
The black-and-white hues of heaven and earth faded slightly, gaining a little color, but they did not disappear completely. Half-black, half-white phantoms still clung to the edges of his vision.
This black-and-white field of vision seemed to have fused with his eyes.
Mo Hua frowned and blinked again. When he opened his eyes, he saw Elder Xun, white-haired and solemn-faced, his gaze filled with worry.
Mo Hua was startled. "Elder Xun..."
Just as he tried to sit up, an old yet warm palm pressed him back down. "Don't move."
Elder Xun used the back of his hand to feel Mo Hua's forehead, then checked his pulse. He sensed the strength of the meridians within Mo Hua's body, the fullness and depletion of his blood qi, and the flow of his Lingli. Finally, he pinched Mo Hua's chin and examined his eyes from side to side.
Only when he saw the black and white in Mo Hua's eyes gradually fade, with no Killing Intent lingering behind and no contamination from Evil Qi, Corpse Qi, or blood qi, did he finally feel at ease.
"Can you see clearly?"
"I can," Mo Hua nodded, speaking truthfully. "But it's still a little blurry, with a bit of black-and-white around the