Mo Hua collapsed completely to the ground.
He was too tired.
He had no idea how many people's divine sense that Green-Faced Imp had devoured to form such an enormous divine thought.
Mo Hua did not know how many arrays he had drawn before he finally exhausted that mass of divine thought.
On the Dao Stele before him, more than half the surface had been covered by arrays Mo Hua had drawn, layer upon layer weaving together, dense and packed, looking complicated to the extreme.
Mo Hua wanted to erase these arrays, but he suddenly hesitated.
If he erased these arrays, would the divine thought consumed in drawing them trace back as well, filling his Sea of Consciousness again?
Mo Hua wavered, then decided to erase one first and see.
Mo Hua reached out and erased a First-Grade Five-Element Single Array.
His divine sense did not trace back.
Mo Hua propped up his chin, thought for a while, and understood.
What he had consumed in drawing these arrays was the Green-Faced Imp's divine thought, not his own divine sense.
So after drawing the arrays, then erasing them, his divine sense could not trace back.
Because this power of divine thought had never been his own to begin with.
Mo Hua felt relieved, and afterward erased all the other arrays.
The face of the Dao Stele returned to nothingness, leaving behind only a ten-pattern Reverse Spirit Array.
The complete Reverse Spirit Array had an ancient and obscure beauty to its Array Patterns, and the light flowing over it was also radiant and deep.
Mo Hua could not help losing himself in the sight.
These were Array Patterns that contained anomalies of the Heavenly Dao—an array that transcended the rules of first grade—and he had drawn it with his own hands.
Unfortunately,