"The God-Slaying Sword leaves the body..."
Mo Hua froze for a moment, looked down at his palm, and closed it lightly.
The thought that his hand might hold the power to cross realms and slay a Golden Core cultivator sent his heart surging. His eyes grew brighter.
If he could send the God-Slaying Sword out of his body, his Dao of Divine Sense would undergo a true, fundamental transformation.
Not only in the Divine Thought World, but in reality too, he could turn the intangible tangible, transforming his strongest Divine Thought into his deadliest attack.
He could wield Divine Sense Killing in reality.
I have to try...
The next day, north of the Disciple Quarters at the Void Gate.
On a quiet hillside.
Trees and grasses flourished across the rugged, beautiful slopes. A faint mist hung over them, still and peaceful.
Mo Hua sat on the grass with his eyes closed, resting his mind.
There was no one else around. Only a Big White Dog lay beneath a tree, dozing in boredom.
Sunlight passed through the woods, took on the lush green of the mountain, and fell across Mo Hua.
The faint mist around him shrouded him as well.
Mo Hua shut out distractions and calmed his mind, cultivating his spirit. He sat motionless as a weathered stone.
After an unknown length of time, he opened his eyes. Black, white, and gold flowed through their depths, and the aura around him changed.
Mo Hua pressed two fingers to his forehead and drew out that trace of Sword Intent from between his eyes. His gaze sharpened, and he pointed forward.
Something seemed to tear through the air, heading straight for the towering tree before him.
A mountain wind sprang up. Across from him, the tree's branches and leaves rustled as if