His alignment with the Earth Aura lasted only an instant.
After that, it was completely severed.
Within the vision, the vast earth vanished, and the strange spectacle of all things withering and flourishing, flowers blooming and falling, faded away.
That understanding of the "Dao" of the earth had also been no more than an epiphyllum bloom—brief and fleeting.
Mo Hua himself had benefited immensely, but when he looked back, he discovered that the Dao Stele had turned gray.
Mo Hua was startled.
Oh no, did I overuse it?
Mo Hua frowned in thought.
He had used the Dao Stele to visualize the Divine Thought of the earth.
Thus, the one directly bearing that ancient and boundless Divine Thought of the earth had been the Dao Stele.
Though the Dao Stele was extraordinary, it could not possibly have communicated with the earth's Divine Thought and emerged completely unscathed.
Of course, there was another possibility: Mo Hua's own Divine Consciousness was simply too weak.
That was why the Dao Stele, serving as the medium of communication, had needed to withstand such immense pressure.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to successfully communicate with the Dao of Earth and align with it.
"Maybe the burden was too heavy, so it went on strike..."
Mo Hua felt a little distressed.
He touched the Dao Stele and worriedly said, "You'd better not be hurt..."
The Dao Stele remained silent and showed no response. Only its surface had become entirely gray.
Mo Hua tried drawing an Array Pattern on the Dao Stele.
The Array Pattern flickered in and out, alternately bright and dim.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
The Dao Stele still worked. It had merely suffered an overload of Divine Thought, resulting in temporary "poor contact." It needed some time to