Evil Thought
After eating, Mo Hua drew Array Techniques for a while, then lay on his bed with his eyes closed to rest his mind. Once midnight arrived, he entered his Sea of Consciousness.
Within the Sea of Consciousness, the void-like Dao Stele appeared.
Mo Hua examined the Dao Stele closely and found nothing unusual about it. It was exactly the same as always.
Mo Hua was a little disappointed.
He had thought that after eating the Green-Faced Imp and refining its Divine Thought, causing his Divine Consciousness to reach Foundation Establishment ahead of time, this Dao Stele would undergo some strange transformation and produce mysterious changes.
But now, it seemed he had overthought it.
The Dao Stele was void-like, ancient, profound, and silent—like the Great Dao itself, eternal through the ages.
Mo Hua silently stared at the Dao Stele.
This Dao Stele had accompanied Mo Hua in his Sea of Consciousness for more than ten years. It should have been utterly familiar to him, yet now that he looked at it again, it seemed unfathomable, as though it concealed countless unknowable strands of Karma.
"I wonder, once my realm is higher, my Divine Consciousness stronger, or my experience in cultivation broader, will I be able to uncover the secrets hidden within the Dao Stele?"
Mr. Zhuang continued, "You ate the Great Ghost and refined it, so your Divine Consciousness suddenly surged?"
As Mo Hua read, taking in the scenery at the same time, he felt the Evil Thought in his heart dissipate, and his mood became much more at ease.
Mr. Zhuang asked, his tone carrying a faint chill.
Mo Hua quickly sat down to meditate, casting aside distracting thoughts.
These past days, Mo Hua had not come looking for him. He had thought the boy had run off