The Quest for Immortality

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At the Disciple’s Residence.

Mo Hua sat on the bed, resting his chin on his hand, still puzzled over some matters:

Secretly consuming Divine Marrow, his Divine Thought silently formed a Pill, which were considered quite ”low-key” events.

”How did Elder Master Xun notice something?”

”And why did he ask me if there were any phenomena?”

”Did my Divine Sense formation produce a vision?”

Mo Hua thought for a moment and shook his head, ”What kind of phenomena could I have?”

Besides, if there were real phenomena, there wouldn’t be complete silence, would there?

Mo Hua turned to look through the window at the entire Taixu Mountain.

The mountain courtyard was quiet, the forests deep and serene, with an occasional gentle breeze passing through, the night peaceful and calm.

The Disciple’s Residence was equally quiet.

Including Yu Er, all the disciples were either sleeping soundly, reading by candlelight, or wandering in dreams, with nothing unusual happening.

Mo Hua shook his head.

”Elder Master Xun is the Heaven Void Ancestor, his Divine Thought unfathomable, knowing my Divine Thought formed a Pill shouldn’t be strange...”

Mo Hua stopped dwelling on this issue and instead gathered his thoughts to consider the plans after the Twenty Patterns of Divine Thought.

First and foremost, was to keep it a secret, not letting anyone know about his Divine Sense forming a Pill. .

This was specifically instructed by Elder Master Xun.

Mo Hua also realized that he was now a ”rare species,” and if discovered, could likely be captured and dissected for the ”study on how Foundation Building Cultivators break through Realm limitations with Divine Thought forming a Pill”.

Whether others are interested in this Tao Cultivation topic is uncertain, but at least Mo Hua himself is quite interested.

Next is to study the Ultimate Formations above Twenty Patterns.

These Ultimate Formations, he had long wanted to learn, now he could finally fulfill his wish and research them thoroughly.

Afterward, his formation level will advance further, surpassing the extreme of Second Grade, exploring the field of Ultimate Formations beyond standard grades.

And the refining experience of Ultimate Formations on Divine Sense is stronger than ordinary formations.

Therefore, after learning Ultimate Formations, his Divine Sense should gradually become stronger.

Thirdly, is the research on the Divine Thought Path.

Mo Hua felt his current Divine Thought was somewhat overly complex with Divine Sense Proving the Dao, Divine Position, Divine Rank, Divine Thought Taoism, Divine Marrow, qualitative changes, etc...

The structure of a cultivator’s Divine Thought is actually very simple.

The framework of a deity’s Divine Thought, although profound, is also very clear.

But as Mo Hua is now both human and walking the path of deities, it is equivalent to mixing the two frameworks, making it very chaotic.

Many Divine Way concepts and knowledge of Divine Thought need to be sorted out once more.

The future development of his Divine Thought also needs to be planned.

There is still much to do, but before that, the matters at Solitary Mountain City need to be resolved...

Once Mo Hua finished considering these matters, he had a good night’s sleep, which was a rare occurrence.

The next day, Mo Hua, as usual, attended class and cultivation with the group of fellow disciples.

Although Elder Master Xun had asked him not to reveal his core details, the thought that his Divine Sense was now at Twenty Patterns, equivalent to the Golden Core realm, brought a smile to Mo Hua’s face, and he walked with more confidence.

”Junior Brother, you look... a little different...” During lunch, Cheng Mo looked at Mo Hua and whispered.

”Do I?” Mo Hua blinked.

Cheng Mo nodded, though he couldn’t quite articulate it.

Just felt that Mo Hua seemed more ”profound” and ”reserved” than before, giving off no aura in whatever he did.

Like one of those Elders or Instructors who walk silently and suddenly appear in front of you when you lose focus during cultivation.

In short, he’s become harder to read...

Mo Hua said, ”That’s how it is when Divine Sense is strong.”

Cheng Mo nodded, marveling, ”Junior Brother, your Divine Sense is at Nineteen Patterns now, right?”

Mo Hua nodded, ”Close enough.”

Just one pattern stronger than nineteen.

Cheng Mo was somewhat envious, ”I wonder when I’ll have Divine Sense as strong as yours, Junior Brother.”

Situ Jian chimed in, ”Have a dream, in dreams anything is possible.”

Nearby disciples couldn’t help but chuckle.

Cheng Mo was slightly annoyed, ”Situ, you’re undermining me again!”

Situ Jian took a sip of tea and said calmly, ”Undermining you? Where’s your stand?”

”Alright then, later in the swordsmanship contest, let’s spar and see who’s better!”

”Didn’t you just lose to me yesterday?”

”That was a fluke, you caught me off guard!”

”If you don’t know, learn it; if you lose, practice; don’t make excuses.”

”Situ, learn something good from Junior Brother. Learn formations or anything else, but please, don’t pick up his way with words...”

”I’ll learn... ”

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The group continued to banter and bicker joyfully, the atmosphere lively and cheerful.

Mo Hua squinted and smiled, and as he did, he suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable nostalgia.

Now he had formed his Divine Thought Pill.

And after nine years of Tao cultivation at Qianxue, it was already the eighth year, with just over a year left.

A year later, he and these junior brothers might go their separate ways.

They came from all corners of the Nine State, studying together in Qian State, and once separated, would be scattered across the vast world, with no telling when they’d reunite.

It was also uncertain if there would be another chance to gather and bicker joyfully like now with a group of fellow brothers.

Sometimes, the more ordinary and unassuming the friendship, the more precious it is.

Once it’s gone, trying to regain it might already be impossible.

Mo Hua sighed softly and took a sip of tea.

The tea was rich and sweet, but carried a hint of bitterness...