He walked the path of the Dao of Divine Sense. He was a cultivator who transformed Divine Thought into the Dao.
He had to hold himself to a strict standard.
He had to grow stronger.
He had to use the Evil Fetus as his touchstone.
He had to make an Evil God his ultimate opponent.
Slaying the Evil Fetus would count as a small success. Slaying an Evil God would be the true achievement.
Anything short of that standard was not good enough.
Mo Hua nodded.
For now, the Sword Transformation Style he had developed by turning myriad Sword Arrays into swords of Divine Thought was powerful, but it drew on only a faint trace of source power.
Against ordinary Evil Spirits, it was devastating.
But against beings like Evil Gods, even if it could defeat them, it might not kill them.
He still needed to learn a more advanced sword move and take the power of his Divine Sense Sword to another level.
And the most lethal move in the Divine Sense Sword Transformation Art was its ultimate Divine Thought sword form...
The God-Slaying Sword.
"It's just..."
Mo Hua frowned. He took out the bamboo slip on swordsmanship that Old Ancestor Dugu had given him, studied the ancient, unadorned Sword Patterns on it, sensed the Sword Intent within, and murmured:
"Temper Divine Thought with the sword, cut down my own Life Soul..."
That was exactly how he had been practicing.
He used the Sword Intent in the bamboo slip to temper his Divine Thought and cut at his own Life Soul.
He struck every day, one sword stroke a day, without fail.
But after all this time, apart from making the Evil Fetus retreat into its shell like a turtle and leaving his own Life Soul covered in wounds,