The Dao of divine sense might instead have been one of the indispensable underlying foundations of the entire cultivation power system.
Yet this "underlying" foundation had been stripped away like firewood pulled from beneath the cauldron.
Was it because divine sense itself could not be seen, heard, grasped, or cultivated that it had naturally been excluded from the cultivation system by most people?
Or had someone deliberately done this?
Someone was intentionally altering the cultivation system of the entire cultivation world.
Mo Hua's perceptions were delicate, and his mind was meticulous as a strand of hair. He faintly sensed that a colossal pitfall might be hidden within this.
Even many mighty cultivators, even Void Insight Old Ancestors, might not necessarily notice this pitfall.
Because they had never attained the Dao through divine sense.
They had never personally walked the path of divine sense Foundation Establishment, so they simply could not feel the subtle yet profound differences within it.
Mo Hua stood there in a daze for a long while.
Yan Zhu thought his words had touched Mo Hua's soul, stirring in him admiration for the Royal Court's shamanic lineage and yearning to become a High Shaman bestowed with a "Zhu Name."
A faint smile could not help appearing on Yan Zhu's face as he asked Mo Hua, "What do you think?"
"I..." Mo Hua was still somewhat distracted.
Yan Zhu's voice carried a trace of temptation. "Do you want to become a Shaman canonized by the Royal Court? To rightfully receive the worship of others?
"To one day possess a Zhu Name of your own?"
Mo Hua came back to himself. A trace of longing appeared in his eyes, along with a little "inferiority." "I... can I?"
Every bit of that small emotion fell into Yan Zhu's eyes.
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