Chapter 698: Sword

Chapter 699: Sword Transformation Style

The rest of the crowd also had shocked looks. "It's unexpectedly a remnant magic treasure sword..."

"However..." Gu An looked at it a few more times, frowned and said, "The refining method for this life spirit sword seems a bit special."

"What's special?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

He was currently only at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment. Regarding matters after reaching the peak of Foundation Establishment, breaking through to Golden Core, and refining a life magic treasure, he only knew the basic outlines.

The sect elders also didn't want their disciples to aim too high and ponder these things in advance.

Gu An explained, "Generally, when refining a life magic treasure, body cultivators focus on blood energy, and spirit cultivators focus on spirit power."

"A body cultivator's magic treasure is nourished by their own blood energy. Person and magic treasure become one, with both offense and defense, mutually compatible, and inherently possess a blood nature."

"A spirit cultivator's magic treasure has an affinity with their own spirit power. There's a spiritual connection from the heart, and it's controlled as easily as using an arm, inherently possessing spirituality."

"If a cultivator is extremely talented and cultivates both spirit and body, their life magic treasure will possess both blood nature and spirituality."

"But this remnant magic treasure sword..."

Gu An frowned. "It has no pure blood energy, nor do I see any spirituality. It's clearly the form of a magic treasure, but for some unknown reason, it looks no different from an ordinary spirit tool."

"I don't know if it's because it's been soaked in the blood pool year after year, so both its blood nature and spirituality have been polluted by the evil and strange blood-water and flesh pulp..."

Mo Hua was startled in his heart, his gaze slightly narrowed.

This sword was not a blood energy magic treasure, nor a spirituality magic treasure, but one that followed the path of "Divine Sense Transformation Sword," fitting with divine sense, a "Divine Sense Magic Treasure."

But...

Mo Hua frowned, feeling a bit puzzled in his heart.

This was a second-grade state boundary. How could this third-grade sword path magic treasure be broken?

Magic treasures involved cultivation knowledge of the Golden Core realm.

Mo Hua thought for a bit, unable to figure it out, then asked Gu An, who was at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Gu An pondered for a moment, shook his head, "In a second-grade state boundary, Golden Core power is limited. Both blood energy and spirit power are restricted. Logically, it's impossible to break this third-grade treasure sword..."

"Perhaps it was broken elsewhere and then thrown into this blood pool?" Gu An guessed.

Mo Hua shook his head slightly.

That year, that senior sword cultivator rushed into the fishing village alone and came out with a pale face, clearly severely injured in vital energy.

So this sword should have been broken right here.

Next to him, Master She suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

Mo Hua's gaze was displeased. "What are you laughing at?"

Master She was a little afraid of the vicious and unreasonable Mo Hua. He restrained his sinister expression and only laughed awkwardly:

"Nothing."

"Do you know the origin of this sword?"

Master She wanted to say he didn't know, but being stared at by Mo Hua, he still didn't dare to lie too much, so he said:

"I only know a little..."

"That year, there was a sword cultivator who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, attempting to offend the God Master with the strength of a praying mantis. The God Master, with boundless great power, broke his sword technique, injured his vital energy, and then broke his life sword tool..."

"With his life sword tool destroyed, his dao foundation was damaged. If not repaired, future cultivation advancement would be exceedingly difficult."

"Thereafter, the God Master buried this broken sword at the bottom of this filthy blood pool to warn others."

"As long as the broken sword is not taken out, that sword cultivator's life magic treasure will remain flawed."

"If it's never taken out in his lifetime, his foundation will remain flawed for his entire life."

"This is the God Master's punishment."

As Master She spoke, his face involuntarily showed some cold laughter, some mockery, and reverence for the God Master's great power.

Mo Hua's face turned cold. "Half an hour is almost up. Quickly go arrange the altar, otherwise I'll send you to see your 'God Master'."

Master She choked, then with that sinister face, continued to go back and prepare the sacrifice ceremony.

Mo Hua then touched the broken sword with his hand and sighed lightly in his heart.

Divine Sense Transformation Sword, divine sense and life magic treasure fused as one.

That year, that senior sword cultivator must have relied on Divine Sense Transformation Sword, exhausting all his power, to battle the fallen River God.

One person, one sword, he fought from the village entrance to the front of the temple, ultimately suffering too much exhaustion, his divine sense depleted, his sword intent self-damaged, only then did he lose to the River God, and his life sword tool also broke...

That senior sword cultivator's injury should have been more severe than it appeared.

Divine Sense Transformation Sword, injuring the enemy also injures oneself.

If so, then this senior should not be an example.

Divine sense cultivators, although they can rely on powerful Divine Sense Transformation Sword techniques to chop down all demons and evil spirits.

But after all, they use their own divine sense as a sword. While chopping down evil spirits, they are also chopping themselves.

A sword that is too rigid is easily broken.

Once they encounter truly powerful evil spirits that their divine sense cannot chop down, the backlash to themselves is also extremely strong.

They might even... break their life and cultivating life sword tool.

Mo Hua had heard something like this before.

It was said that Taixu Gate was once a great sect of sword cultivators, with swords like a forest and powerful sword cultivators emerging for generations.

And if these senior disciples cultivated the "Divine Sense Transformation Sword" technique, then while being powerful, they would also necessarily be fragile.

Chopping down evil spirits and chopping one's own dao foundation are almost separated by only a single line.

The outcome of the senior sword cultivator at the River God Temple is also very likely the fate of most Divine Sense Transformation Sword cultivators.

Mo Hua touched the broken sword and sighed in his heart.

No wonder no one in the present-day Taixu Gate cultivates "Divine Sense Transformation Sword" anymore.

Not only that, but among the current sect, all the geniuses of the states, the prodigies of the world families, those with upper-grade spirit roots, and outstanding talents are all precious as treasures.

Taixu Gate should also not dare to let these disciples cultivate this Divine Sense confrontation technique, the Divine Sense Sword Technique that injures the enemy by a thousand and damages oneself by eight hundred.

"But... I want to learn it!"

"I'm not afraid!"

Mo Hua muttered silently in his heart.

He was eager for others to confront him head-on with divine sense...

"And no one has come to teach me a bit..." Mo Hua propped his chin, frowning in thought. After a while, he stared blankly at the broken sword again.

Could a sword technique be hidden within this sword?

Cause and effect don't deceive people.

Just now, through deduction, he knew that this sword did indeed contain the cause and effect of the Divine Sense Transformation Sword technique.

Mo Hua examined this remnant sword, turning it over and over, without finding any trace of a hidden sword manual, sword moves, or engraved sword styles.

The sword intent on the sword was also gone.

It seemed that after being soaked in the blood pool for several hundred years, the sword intent on the broken sword had also been erased long ago.

Why?

Why did the evil god specifically want this broken sword to be soaked in the blood pool?

Mo Hua frowned, slowly pondering in his heart.

According to the old rascal's words, that year, that senior sword cultivator lost to the River God, his divine sense was injured, his sword also broke, and he fled in a sorry state.

The River God then submerged this broken sword in the blood pool "to warn others."

But this explanation should not be right...

If that senior sword cultivator was truly defeated so thoroughly, he couldn't have left the River God Temple alive, nor could he have walked out of this fishing village.

His survival indicates that although he was defeated and his sword was broken, to some extent, he also suppressed the River God.

This was a battle where both sides were miserably injured.

Therefore, that senior sword cultivator's divine sense was actually very powerful.

He relied on his own power to fight to the front of the River God Temple, heavily injuring the fallen River God. Although he battled until his strength was exhausted, both sides were injured, and his life sword was also broken, he could still retreat calmly.

This also explains that this senior sword cultivator's "Divine Sense Transformation Sword" was very skillful, possibly even cultivating the most orthodox sword path inheritance.

Since that's the case, is there an orthodox "Divine Sense Transformation Sword" inheritance hidden in this sword?

Mo Hua's heart itched a bit.

"Calculate a bit?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then sat cross-legged on the ground, placed the sword on the ground, meditated for a moment, his pupils deepened, heavenly mechanism appeared, and began to deduce the cause and effect within the sword.

With just one glance, an extremely sharp killing intent rushed at him.

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart and just wanted to close his eyes.

Suddenly, the Taixu Order on his body trembled, a faint light flashed, and this killing intent seemed to recognize Mo Hua's identity and gradually dissolved.

"Taixu Order, Taixu Gate..."

Mo Hua seemed to have some thoughts.

That year, this powerful sword cultivator must have been a senior of Taixu Gate.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, then continued to look, focusing on deduction.

Although the Taixu Order dispelled the killing intent of the broken sword, the cause and effect within the sword were still very thick and not easy to observe.

After all, it was a life magic treasure of the Golden Core realm. Trying to forcibly deduce it with Mo Hua's current realm was still very difficult.

Fortunately, this broken sword had been soaked in the blood pool for several hundred years, most of the sword intent had dissipated, and some of the cause and effect had also been erased.

And Mo Hua's divided into three heavy strange thoughts, heavenly mechanism strange calculations had improved significantly, and coupled with the use of heavenly mechanism deduction, it was also more refined.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to observe the cause and effect within the sword.

In front of Mo Hua's eyes was a hazy fog. Within the fog, a sword light was hidden.

Pure white lines of cause and effect intertwined, layer upon layer, very complex.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua exhausted his divine sense, pushed his deduction to the extreme, and little by little, peeling away layer by layer, the cause and effect gradually became clear.

Fragmentary images also began to appear before Mo Hua's eyes...

First, a figure, carrying a sword, with slender eyebrows, walked alone into the blood fog, his back resolute.

There were vicious cultivators with divine colors, deformed and strange demons, and evil spirits in the shape of blood leeches or blood fish blocking the road. He chopped them all down with a single sword.

His sword light was pure silver.

It contained both the sharpness of a sword tool, the might of sword energy, and the profundity of sword intent.

Blood and flesh could be chopped, and evil spirits could also be chopped.

Let these evil demons and ghosts find no enemy in one exchange.

Soon, he killed his way to the front of the River God Temple.

Within the River God Temple, a powerful figure appeared. After the picture tore, it produced heavy ripples, as if what was being observed was too strong for the divine sense, and it suffered interference.

Only that there was a great battle in front of the River God Temple.

Then the dust settled, the picture stabilized, and the sword cultivator's long sword pierced a god that seemed to be the "River God."

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

The senior sword cultivator... did he win?

But not long after, like blood pouring into a river, slowly spreading open, a thick blood fog appeared before Mo Hua's eyes, covering everything.

When the blood fog dispersed, the senior sword cultivator's face was pale, the corner of his mouth bleeding, his hand holding a remnant sword, and a section of the broken sword tip lay on the ground.

A hard-to-believe voice sounded.

"You... are not the River God..."

"...Such powerful evil thoughts, evil beasts, what exactly are you? Where do you come from? What are your schemes?"

No one... or rather, no "god" answered.

The sword cultivator's expression was bitter, with a hint of despair.

Then, the picture abruptly stopped...

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart.

According to the deduction of cause and effect, that year, the senior sword cultivator chopped down the River God, no, at least severely injured the River God, but was then secretly calculated by something more powerful...

"Such powerful evil thoughts..."

It should refer to some incarnation of the Great Wasteland Evil God's divine corpse, shouldn't it?

Mo Hua furrowed his brow in thought, suddenly startled. Although these truths were important, they were not what he most needed to know right now...

The method of Divine Sense Transformation Sword, wasn't it?

If Mo Hua hadn't guessed wrong, since this broken sword was that senior sword cultivator's life magic treasure, then tracing the source of cause and effect, there must be some key points for cultivating Divine Sense Transformation Sword...

Mo Hua began to deduce further.

But this sword had been sealed for too long and was also tainted by bloody filth. Too many cause and effect were erased.

Sweat beaded on Mo Hua's fair forehead. He exhausted his calculation power, deducing bit by bit...

Suddenly, a figure leaped into view.

This was an old man with a long beard, his whole body surging with extremely sharp sword intent, dressed in white clothes, as if woven from sword light, vast and solemn with a chilling killing intent.

Mo Hua only glanced at it, his eyes stinging from the sword light, then immediately shifted his gaze away, not daring to look directly again, only using his peripheral vision to look around the old man.

Beside the old man stood a youth carrying a sword.

"Xuan Er..."

"I shouldn't have taught you this sect's sword method, but I don't want..."

Mo Hua's divine sense was insufficient, his deduction was still lacking, and the cause and effect were weak, so the voice was intermittent, sometimes audible, sometimes not.

"Don't want you..."

"...Don't want my Taixu Gate to lose this inheritance."

A layer of fog covered everything, cause and effect intertwined, and the voices were mixed together. He didn't know when or where the event occurred.

Mo Hua tried his best to listen.

"...Divine Sense Transformation Sword... true secret..."

"Your foundation is solid. Today I will teach you..."

"Shock God Style..."

Shock God Style?!

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

Taixu Divine Sense Transformation Sword True Secret - Shock God Sword Style?

Mo Hua quietly opened his eyes, but still didn't dare to look at the old man with the long beard, only daring to look at the youth with slender eyebrows beside him.

In the youth's eyebrows and eyes, there was bright sword intent. He held a sword, and sword energy condensed on the sword. Sword energy and sword intent fused. Although his movements were immature, they faintly revealed shocking power.

Mo Hua's eyes widened, and he stared for a long time, his heart chilling.

It was over, he fundamentally didn't understand.

This was not a beginner's sword secret, but an advanced Divine Sense Transformation Sword style. Mo Hua had no foundation whatsoever and looked at it with a bewildered mind.

The picture flashed past, leaving no trace.

Mo Hua quickly glanced at it, but learned nothing.

"Can it be a bit simpler..."

Mo Hua was helpless, then continued forward, deducing cause and effect.

Remnants and blurred pictures, contaminated by bloody water and filthy cause and effect, passed by one after another.

Voices, like being soaked in water, were mixed together.

Finally, Mo Hua heard two words.

"Transform Sword..."

Mo Hua focused his eyes. This time, the picture had no old man with a long beard, only the youth with slender eyebrows stood alone among the green mountains.

The mountain scenery was very familiar, quiet and ancient, like Taixu Gate, but Mo Hua had never seen such a place within the sect.

The youth held a sword, standing in the mountain interval. Cloud fog dampened the hem of his clothes and covered his face.

But his eyes were very bright, as was the sword in his hand.

The youth's voice was clear and loud.

"Transform Sword Style..."

"The first style of the Taixu Divine Sense Transformation Sword true secret, Transform Sword Style..."

"The path of divine sense, myriad changes, exhausting human thoughts, unpredictable to gods and ghosts."

"The method of divine sense, profound and mysterious, chopping demons and exterminating evil. All sword styles must begin with 'Transform Sword'."

"Shock God Style, Break God Style, Chop God Style, Exterminate God Style... all are one with 'Transform Sword'..."

"'Transform Sword' is one. Cultivate sword to transform energy, refine energy to transform intent, merge intent with sword, transform virtual to real, virtual and real unite, only then can one 'transform sword' with divine sense, chopping down all..."

Mo Hua listened intently, as if parched, and memorized every word and sentence firmly in his heart. At the same time, he watched the youth's actions, followed suit, and began to practice step by step.

"Cultivate sword to transform energy..."

Mo Hua tried it a bit, but it didn't work.

His spirit sword was of crude quality, and the sword energy he cultivated was also very weak, with no foundation.

"Refine energy to transform intent..."

That also didn't work.

Because Mo Hua was not a sword cultivator, his sword path foundation was very shallow. The sword energy he cultivated was very weak, and it was also very difficult to fuse sword energy into divine sense and manifest it as sword intent.

Mo Hua couldn't do these two steps at all. He simply closed his eyes and directly jumped to the last part:

"Merge intent with sword, transform virtual to real..."

In the cause and effect picture, after cultivating day and night, the youth's sword method reached completion and he could finally try to unite divine and sword.

He manifested his divine sense as sword intent and fused it into the long sword in his hand.

On his long sword, there was both clear sword light and silver-white, extremely condensed sword intent.

While Mo Hua directly gave up on the sword and sword energy.

He only learned the youth's method of "condensing the sword" and manifested his own divine sense as a sword in his heart.

This was a method of "taking a shortcut."

But because his divine sense was strong enough, and also condensed enough.

So in the sea of consciousness, his divine sense also slowly manifested a sharp "sword shape" just like that youth.

This was a pale gold sword.

The shape of the sword was very rough, like a sword blank just taken out of a refining furnace, and it wasn't long, like a child's small gold sword, held in the hand of the small Mo Hua in his divine sense avatar, just right.

Up to this point, Mo Hua's heavenly mechanism deduction had reached its limit.

The clue of cause and effect on the sword was completely erased.

The various pictures traced back also all disappeared.

The aura on the broken sword was also much weaker, as if it had already become an ordinary spirit sword.

In his sea of consciousness, Mo Hua looked at the small gold sword manifested by his divine sense and fell into thought.

Had he truly learned this, or not?

"Divine Sense Transformation Sword..."

Indeed, it was "Transform Sword."

But this sword seemed somewhat similar, yet also greatly different, from the "Divine Sense Transformation Sword" cultivated by the youth in the cause and effect past and the senior sword cultivator that year...

The youth had a sword in his hand, but he himself had no sword.

The youth's Divine Sense Transformation Sword was the fusion of the sword intent in his heart with the sword tool in his hand, fusing with sword energy as one, transforming the sword to kill.

His own Divine Sense Transformation Sword was simply and straightforwardly using divine sense to make a sword...

Moreover, it only transformed within the sea of consciousness; in reality, there was no shadow at all.

Mo Hua scratched his head, a little worried.

It seemed like he had learned something, but it was skewed...

But what he had learned, was it truly "Divine Sense Transformation Sword"?

He didn't cultivate sword to transform energy, refine energy to transform intent, only merged intent with sword and transformed virtual to real.

No, he didn't truly transform virtual to real either...

Mo Hua looked at the small gold sword in his hand again and sighed.

"First, make do with it. Later, when I have the opportunity, I'll learn the complete 'Divine Sense Transformation Sword' again."

"Through this cause and effect tracing, with only a few fragmented pictures and intermittent words, being able to learn this is already very good..."

Mo Hua silently comforted himself in his heart, then silently put away the small gold sword, but he still had some doubts.

"I also don't know how powerful this Divine Sense Transformation Sword is. I need to find something to test it on..."

Mo Hua exited the sea of consciousness, put away the remnant sword, and looked around. There were no evil spirits.

The figures of the River God and the evil god were also absent.

It seemed that in that great battle, that senior sword cultivator's Divine Sense Transformation Sword had been so devastating that the River God simply hid, leaving an empty temple here.

He submerged the broken sword in the blood pool and defiled it with blood and flesh.

It wasn't because of what the old rascal said about "warning others," but purely because of dread.

It was pierced through the chest, so it was afraid.

It was afraid of being stabbed again, so it hid.

Mo Hua put himself in its position and thought for a bit, feeling that it was very likely this way.

"Then that being the case," Mo Hua wrinkled his brow, "Where exactly is the River God, or rather, the Great Wasteland Evil God, hiding?"

The River God Temple was empty, but it was absolutely impossible for it to be truly empty.

Mo Hua shifted his gaze and looked towards Master She, his expression a little meaningful.

Master She had already arranged the altar. The things on the altar were either bloody or evil and strange. In any case, they were definitely not proper things.

"The altar can be opened."

Master She turned his head back, his gaze gloomy as he spoke.

Gu An looked at Mo Hua.

Yu Dahe also looked at Mo Hua with excitement and full of anticipation.

Mo Hua nodded.

Gu An then picked up the two black-clothed people, threw them in front of the altar, and pressed them to kneel.

The bodies of Yu Dahe's two sons were placed on the altar.

Master She then began to chant:

"Above, River God adult, your believer is pious, opening the altar to offer sacrifice..."

"The heavenly way has its number, and sacrifice has its constant."

"One life for one life, one soul for one soul."

"Now, with the adults as sacrifice, two human livestock, in exchange for the lives of two young children, I beg for the River God adult's pity..."

Then Master She bowed to the ground and prayed piously.

Mo Hua's gaze, however, moved slightly.

He felt a hint of array aura.

Master She knelt on the ground, borrowing his sleeve for cover, grinding a broken finger on a stone brick under the altar table, using blood as ink, drawing an array of unknown nature.

Master She's actions were hidden, and Gu An and the others were completely unaware.

Mo Hua's mind stirred slightly, and he remained silent.

After chanting for an unknown amount of time, Master She finished praying, and the array was also completed. He slowly turned his head, revealing a sinister smile that he did not conceal.

Just at this moment, Mo Hua saw the two black-clothed people's faces become pained, their divine sense instantly squeezed dry, turning into two corpses.

And as the two black-clothed people were sacrificed, the atmosphere in the River God Temple suddenly became suppressed.

In the center of the divine temple, the River God statue seemed to come alive, its gaze majestic and ferocious, looking down at the cultivators in the hall.

A thick blood fog instantly spread out from all sides.

With a "bang."

Gu An's Clear Heart Mirror shattered, Gu Quan's top Evil Expelling Pin broke, and Yu Dahe's body's Calm Spirit Jade also cracked accordingly.

Gu An and the others' expressions changed drastically. Just as they were about to draw their knives to chop Master She, their bodies lagged involuntarily, their eyes lost their focus, and they gradually lost consciousness, slowly falling to the ground.

Mo Hua also felt very sleepy, drowsy.

Moreover, there seemed to be a force trying to pull away his divine sense.

Mo Hua silently glanced at Master She, then didn't resist, allowing his divine sense to be led away from his body.

Subsequently, he also fainted.

In the entire River God Temple, only Master She remained standing in his original place.

His gaze was resentful, and he let out a cold laugh:

"Ignorant people, you don't know the God Master's great power."

"The great dream as a nightmare... I will kill you one by one in the dream..."

After speaking, Master She let out a sinister laugh, slowly closed his eyes, his divine sense left his body, and he also fell to the ground.

After an array reversed heaven and earth and reversed divine sense.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

A faint fog floated around, as if in a dream.