Chapter 455: Opening the Map

After Mo Hua left, in the quiet room, Kui Lao slowly revealed his form again.

He looked at the calm-faced Zhuang Mister and said displeased:

"Why do you teach him such treacherous things?"

Zhuang Mister raised an eyebrow, "Treacherous is good. It's always better to be treacherous yourself than to have your enemy be treacherous."

Kui Lao frowned and thought to himself:

"If Mo Hua continues to learn like this, I really can't understand it anymore..."

Divine sense surpassing tiers, divine thought killing and cutting, extraordinary innate talent, array manifestation...

Just thinking about it makes it feel extremely troublesome.

I also don't know if cultivating divine sense in this way is good or bad...

Kui Lao suddenly thought of something, his heart startled, and he said in a heavy tone:

"Aren't you afraid that he will follow the path of your senior brother and become the second Treacherous Daoist?"

Zhuang Mister was silent, his gaze somewhat dim. After a long time, he slowly said:

"Who can say for sure about future matters?"

"Cultivators have long lifespans, and their lives are also long."

"In this life, they will encounter many people, many things, and face many choices. Whether they can uphold their original intention and have a firm Dao heart, this all depends on him. I... won't be with him for that long..."

Zhuang Mister's expression was desolate, and he sighed:

"He is my youngest disciple."

"I only hope that he can live well, cultivate diligently, always learn arrays, always adhere to his own heart, and pursue the Heavenly Dao..."

"Just live well..."

"Even if he becomes the second 'Treacherous Daoist'... it's still better than him becoming Treacherous Daoist's 'Daoist'..."

Becoming the second Treacherous Daoist means at least he is still alive and well.

But if he became "Daoist", that means he suffered the poisonous hand of Treacherous Daoist, his divine sense was extinguished, and he became a puppet.

Kui Lao understood and was also silent.

After a moment, he sighed and said nothing more, gradually hiding his form.

Mo Hua then returned to his room and began to learn divine sense manifestation.

His room was not large, but it was fully furnished, exquisite and elegant, adjacent to the rooms of his senior brother and senior sister, with the same layout.

Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the bed, first carefully read through the "Divine Thought Manifest Essentials" given by Zhuang Mister, and understood the general idea in his heart.

The key to manifestation is actually visualization.

First, through visualization, see through external objects, and then in the sea of consciousness, manifest their form and body with divine sense.

Mo Hua mastered the basic method and then began to try to manifest.

He first tried to manifest other people and found that it was not possible.

Neither his father and mother, Zhuang Mister, junior brother, junior sister, nor Elder Yu and Da Hu Da Zhu from Tongxian City could be manifested.

It seems that people are not possible...

No, it's that people other than himself are not possible.

At least not possible for now.

If people cannot be manifested, then what about demonic beasts?

Mo Hua thought of the small cat demon he caught, and later the cat demon that turned into a big tiger, and found that he still could not manifest them.

Mo Hua thought about Feng Xi... let's just forget it...

If a small cat demon is not possible, there's even less need to think about a big demon.

If demonic beasts are not possible, then what about spirit beasts?

Mo Hua thought of Da Bai again.

He tried once and found that Da Bai also could not be manifested.

Mo Hua sighed. At least for now, he temporarily cannot manifest living beings.

Then he can only manifest some inanimate objects.

Mo Hua tried to manifest the stool, table, screen, array pen, array paper, teacup, etc., in the room.

But it was all useless.

Perhaps it was because he was not familiar enough.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, and then manifested the Qian Jun Stick.

He was very familiar with the Qian Jun Stick. When Master Chen refined it, he even went to watch. The arrays on it were all drawn by him, and Mo Hua had also used the Qian Jun Stick to hit many sneak attackers.

Mo Hua took out the Qian Jun Stick, widened his eyes, and carefully looked at it for a while, memorizing its shape, structure, and even the arrays in his mind.

Then he closed his eyes, sank into his sea of consciousness, and tried to manifest the Qian Jun Stick.

After a moment, a stick shadow appeared in Mo Hua's hand.

Mo Hua was overjoyed.

Although it was only a shadow, it was still obvious progress.

In this way, he could also launch sneak attacks in his sea of consciousness.

Mo Hua swung a few times, tried the moves "Horizontal Sweep Thousand Army" and "Momentum Like Thousand Jun", and found that it was even more convenient than outside.

Mo Hua played for a long time, then reluctantly put away the "Qian Jun Stick".

For the entire half-day, he tried almost everything and confirmed that among external objects and people, he could only preliminarily manifest the prototype of the "Qian Jun Stick".

Next, he would try his own spiritual power and spells, as well as arrays.

Mo Hua first tried to manifest his own spiritual power.

He visualized himself, simulated the operation of his meridians, and quickly felt a profound breath flowing within his body.

Mo Hua's spirit lifted, he concentrated his mind, and further visualized and manifested.

After several hours, Mo Hua opened his eyes in his sea of consciousness and found that there was faint spiritual power winding around him.

This spiritual power was actually not spiritual power.

But something manifested by divine sense.

On the surface, it was spiritual power, but in essence, it was still divine sense.

Although it was divine sense, its effect was almost identical to spiritual power.

It seemed true and false, seemingly real and seemingly illusory.

It had a kind of meaning of "seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, but a mountain is still a mountain".

Spiritual power is the foundation of spells.

After manifesting spiritual power, Mo Hua then began to try to simulate spells with spiritual power.

In Mo Hua's divine sense shadow, he could seemingly see faint blue spiritual power through his skin, flowing along his meridians in his dantian and arms, then condensing at his fingers, and finally forming a spell.

However, the condensed fireball spell flickered a few times before extinguishing.

The first attempt failed.

But Mo Hua was not discouraged.

He tried several more times, and each time was a little better than before.

After practicing for an unknown number of times, Mo Hua found that his divine sense was exhausted.

Divine sense manifested spiritual power. Without divine sense, there was no spiritual power, and he could no longer use spells.

Mo Hua sat in meditation to recover his divine sense, and then continued to practice.

He practiced like this for two days, forgetting to eat and sleep, and finally successfully used the first fireball spell.

Its power was not great, just an ordinary fireball spell.

But the meaning was different.

He could finally use spells in his sea of consciousness!

In this way, if there were any evil thoughts secretly invading his sea of consciousness again, he would also have basic attack methods.

Mo Hua's spirit lifted.

After that, he also practiced the water prison spell, Passing Water Step, and Concealment Spell.

Passing Water Step was effective.

But the Concealment Spell was hard to say. After all, he himself didn't know if he was concealed or not in his sea of consciousness. He could only wait for an opportunity to try again.

After manifesting these spells, Mo Hua felt much more at ease in his heart.

This time, if he encountered danger, he would also have means of killing.

Next, he would manifest arrays.

Mo Hua started with the relatively simple seven-pattern Ground Fire Array.

He first consumed divine sense to manifest spiritual power, then controlled the spiritual power, and drew the array little by little according to the pattern of the Ground Fire Array.

Faint blue spiritual power flowed on its own, twisting and turning on the ground of his sea of consciousness, forming an array.

But after drawing only three array patterns, he made a mistake.

Mo Hua's divine sense deviated, and he didn't control the trajectory of the spiritual power well, so the array was scrapped.

"It seems somewhat difficult to control spiritual power purely with divine sense..."

Mo Hua frowned and muttered.

He knew how to draw arrays, but his divine sense just couldn't control the spiritual power well, and he couldn't make the spiritual power flow according to his will and condense into an array.

Mo Hua tried several times, but made very little progress.

Moreover, drawing arrays in this way was also very slow.

Mo Hua frowned.

This was not quite the same as what Zhuang Mister said...

Did he miss something?

Mo Hua reviewed the key links before and after.

Heaven Derivation Art, Spirit Hub Array, Divine Sense Derivation Calculation...

Perhaps, it's the Spirit Hub Array?

Mo Hua thought of what Zhuang Mister said:

"The core of the Spirit Hub Array is control, but control is only on the surface. Parsing the structure of spiritual power is the essence of the Spirit Hub Array."

Controlling corpses and objects were perhaps just superficial applications.

And its essence lies in seeing through the structure of spiritual power.

Mo Hua then did not first think about controlling spiritual power with divine sense to draw arrays.

Instead, he calmed down, comprehended the Spirit Hub Array, and used his divine sense to see through the essence of spiritual power.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Mo Hua's mind trembled, and his thoughts became clear.

He found that his spiritual power had changed.

The spiritual power manifested by divine sense became more detailed, fine like silk threads.

These threads of spiritual power were more detailed components under the structure of spiritual power.

And these spirit threads seemed to echo his divine sense, merging into one.

His heart followed his thoughts, and his spirit followed his senses, like arms and fingers, perfectly natural.

Controlling the spirit threads with divine sense was then as natural as breathing.

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart.

He then realized that the Spirit Hub Array contained the principles of spiritual power, which were unexpectedly so exquisite.

He had learned the Spirit Hub Array before and also applied arrays, but he had not deeply comprehended the mysteries within.

It was indeed worthy of being the Little Spirit Hidden Sect...

No, or rather, it was the absolute secret inheritance of the Big Spirit Hidden Sect back then...

Using this kind of array to control corpses was truly a waste.

Mo Hua was somewhat emotional.

After that, he tried again, controlling spiritual power with divine sense, turning spiritual power into spirit threads, and drawing arrays with spirit threads.

This time, the operation of spiritual power was much more flexible, precise, and rapid.

Mo Hua's thoughts moved, and in just a few breaths, the spirit threads on the ground condensed and formed a seven-pattern Ground Fire Array!

No pen, no ink, his thoughts moved, and the array patterns were generated on their own, forming an array.

It was both fast and convenient.

In this way, in his sea of consciousness, there were no arrays everywhere, but as long as his divine thought moved, there could be arrays everywhere!

Mo Hua was shocked into silence.

This was inevitably too strong.

Although it was only a seven-pattern array, the speed of drawing the array was truly somewhat unbelievable.

Immediately, Mo Hua felt a little pity.

This kind of method could only be used in his own sea of consciousness and could not be used outside.

"I wonder when I can also rely on powerful divine thought to instantly form arrays outside of my sea of consciousness..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but think with some longing.

Of course, for now, he could only think about it...

Having mastered the methods of manifesting spells and arrays, next, he just needed to continuously practice and improve.

The power of the fireball spell was still not enough and needed more practice.

And for arrays, seven-pattern arrays could be drawn quickly, but more difficult eight or nine-pattern arrays would be quite a bit slower.

Mo Hua wanted to find some first-grade nine-pattern arrays to practice in his sea of consciousness.

After practicing like this for one or two weeks, forgetting food and sleep, Mo Hua's divine thought killing and cutting finally achieved a slight small success.

Next, it was time to test it out.

Mo Hua took out Zhang Quan's ancestor picture.

To prevent accidents, Mo Hua also called Bai Zi Sheng and Bai Zi Xi to help protect him.

"Junior brother, junior sister, you absolutely cannot look at this picture!"

"No matter what sounds you hear, don't believe them!"

Mo Hua instructed first, and then continued:

"Later, I will secretly look at it once, and then close the picture..."

"If everything is normal, you don't need to worry."

"If I am dazed while looking at the picture and don't close it, you help me close it, then throw the picture to the ground and kick it hard a few times."

"If my disposition changes greatly while looking at the picture, you just knock me unconscious and then go call Master."

"If this picture changes in any way, or if something wants to run out, you burn it directly! Scatter even the ashes!"

Mo Hua considered all situations and arranged them clearly.

Bai Zi Sheng and Bai Zi Xi were somewhat confused, but still nodded.

After the preparations were complete, Mo Hua unfolded the Zhang family ancestor picture.

As the picture unfolded, Mo Hua's gaze, like a dragonfly touching water, glanced at it once.

With just this one glance, he saw the full appearance of the picture.

This was a group portrait, depicting an ancestor's teaching.

High pavilions were solemn, and incense smoke curled up.

In the front, a white-haired and bearded, virtuous and respected old man sat in the middle, preaching and lecturing.

Below, row after row, sat many disciples.

These disciples were seated sequentially according to their seniority, from high to low.

They all wore white clothes and sat in dignified and respectful postures.

Looking at it, it was a solemn and serious ancestor teaching picture.

But with this one glance, the scene in the picture suddenly changed.

The people in the picture seemed to faintly come alive.

Mo Hua heard the old man's tempting words again:

"You are intelligent..."

"You have extraordinary root bones..."

"Enter my sect... help you attain Dao..."

"Enter my sect... help you become immortal..."

"Enter my sect..."

At the same time, the disciples sitting below the old man suddenly turned their heads and looked at Mo Hua in unison.

They revealed faces like zombies, one by one.

Mo Hua's heart was slightly startled.

Was this Old Ancestor Zhang teaching zombies?

Or rather, were all the people of the Zhang clan zombies?

Before he could think clearly, the zombie disciple furthest from Old Ancestor Zhang, at the end of the seats, suddenly became ferocious, jumped up from his seat, and pounced straight at Mo Hua's Heavenly Court, drilling into Mo Hua's sea of consciousness.

Mo Hua's gaze was lost for an instant, and then it brightened up again in a flash.

Just as the other zombies were all ferociously trying to invade his sea of consciousness.

Mo Hua, quick-eyed and quick-handed, closed the picture.

He left a group of zombies in the picture.

He also trapped one zombie in his own sea of consciousness.

(End of this chapter)