Little Luan Mountain Blessed Land, inside a guest room.
As hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones dissolved, a vast torrent of spiritual energy surged through Mo Hua's body like a river. At last, it was all absorbed by the fearsome Twelve-Meridian Taotie Spirit Bone Array, half black and half blue, with both the precision of a man-made array and the rough savagery of a primordial beast.
The Taotie Pattern flickered, brightening and dimming as though the beast were breathing.
After an unknown length of time, Mo Hua had used up all four hundred thousand Spirit Stones.
The river of spiritual energy ran dry, and the Taotie Pattern gradually faded. Yet Mo Hua's spirit remains were still ravenous.
They were like an insatiable monster, still hungry for more. Its aura flared with rage, but under the force of Mo Hua's powerful will, it finally settled back into dormancy.
As he suppressed that "greedy" urge, his second Taotie Spirit Remains, the Hand Taiyin Pericardium Meridian, began to change under the infusion of four hundred thousand Spirit Stones' worth of spiritual energy. At last, it gave off a lustrous glow.
With that, Mo Hua ended his cultivation.
Every glimmer of spiritual power withdrew into his body, no longer showing on the outside.
On the surface, he still looked like an ordinary Low-Grade Golden Core Cultivator, with only faint spiritual pressure about him.
What outsiders could not see was the far more immense, far more savage spiritual power hidden beneath his skin, engraved into his bones and fused into his Natal Array Formation. Feeling that long-forgotten fullness of spiritual power within him, Mo Hua slowly let out a breath, then turned his divine sense inward.
He had already nurtured the spirit remains of one Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.
Now, after consuming four hundred thousand