Within the Sea of Consciousness, beneath the Dao Stele.
Mo Hua sat in meditation, calming his mind. Only when his Dao Heart was like a bright mirror—neither sorrowful nor joyous, unruffled by any wave, flawless and complete—did he reach out, grasp that strand of glittering Third-Grade Divine Marrow, swallow it in one gulp, and refine it in an instant.
Though the Third-Grade Divine Marrow looked like only a single strand, it was boundlessly vast and incomparably pure.
An extraordinarily pure surge of divine sense instantly filled his entire body.
The pure-gold marrow fused into every limb and bone of Mo Hua's Divine Sense Avatar, gradually repairing the Divine Marrow he had expended during the battle against the Evil Fetus on Lone Mountain.
Strands of unconscious innate laws, born from heaven and earth and merged with the Way of the Deities, also gradually fused into Mo Hua's origin.
It was like repairing a deity born "innately deficient."
And like allowing a "deity" who was not truly a deity to undergo an essential transformation.
Mo Hua's mind became lucid, his Divinity gradually reached completion, and his Divine Sense Avatar was nourished by the Third-Grade Divine Marrow, gradually filling in its missing pieces step by step.
The divine sense bottleneck that had hindered him for so long also began to loosen.
The laws of the Heavenly Dao no longer suppressed him either.
It was as though the Heavenly Dao, hidden within the unseen, had permitted him to break through.
In a daze, Mo Hua understood.
Why, when he had clearly been only a thread away before, no matter how he tempered his Sea of Consciousness or devoured Divine Consciousness, he had been unable to break through to Twenty-Pattern.
That was because, strictly speaking, his current divine sense was already close to a "demigod."