Mo Hua pondered for a long time, silently digesting this insight into the "Great Dao" in his heart.
Though it was still very hazy, still extremely crude, and he had only vaguely sensed the embryonic form of one corner of the boundless, infinite Great Dao...
He truly had, in all certainty, gained the slightest glimmer of understanding that all Great Daos, though taking different roads, returned to the same destination.
A special kind of "Dao" sprouted in Mo Hua's mind.
Over these years, he had traveled far and wide, learning all kinds of Array Techniques, sword arts, spells, Divine Thought Dao arts, Causality Arts... through different channels, in scattered fragments, like fish scales from the east and claws from the west. In a daze, all of them began to resonate with his Sea of Consciousness, showing signs of merging.
Between these "arts" that seemed endlessly varied and clearly divided as the Jing and Wei rivers, all were evolving within Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness, drawing close to some "Dao" that resembled the source itself.
But this "fusion" had only just begun before it stopped.
Because Mo Hua's insight was still far too shallow.
This embryonic form of "Dao" had only just shown a first sprout, but he fundamentally did not have enough foundation to merge it together.
Mo Hua sighed softly.
It was still the same as before: his realm was too low.
With his current cultivation and attainments, he simply could not break through the barriers between different Dao arts, could not truly use "arts" to peer through to the underlying "Dao," and thereby reach the state of "returning to the Dao and reverting to truth."
In addition, his comprehension of concrete "arts" was still far from enough.
His "arts" were still not learned well enough.
To believe wholly