Chapter 794: Taixu Diagram

Chapter 793: The Taixu Diagram

Elder Xun remained somewhat lost in thought upon returning to his residence.

Disciples with good spiritual root aptitude were rare, but not unheard of.

Especially within powerful families and major sects, each generation produced some disciples with top-tier spiritual roots.

Even the legendary heavenly spiritual roots, as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, he had seen in his lifetime.

But disciples with good divine sense aptitude were truly hard to come by.

Aptitude in divine sense was genuinely hidden, and it was usually impossible to detect.

Furthermore, the cultivation world lacked "divine consciousness cultivation" methods, and divine path inheritances were scarce. Some disciples with divine sense aptitude, not knowing how to refine their sea of consciousness, exercise their divine sense, would unknowingly waste their talent.

Moreover, after cultivating, the path was also difficult to traverse.

The path of divine sense was illusory, ethereal, and perilous.

If one cultivated divine sense, their entire skillset would be biased towards divine sense, making their strength extremely unbalanced with significant defects and drawbacks.

Even with such aptitude, very few cultivators would truly choose this path.

Therefore, disciples with good divine sense talent were not easy to discover, not easy to cultivate, and hard to grow.

Up to this point, the only disciple with outstanding divine sense talent he had seen was Mo Hua.

But Mo Hua's situation was very unique.

His current state wasn't a matter of having good aptitude or not.

His realm, his divine sense, was already "defying heaven," surpassing the understanding of ordinary cultivators, and even surpassing the level of comprehension of him, a Cave Void ancestor.

Elder Xun took a slight breath of cold air.

At the same time, he became even more convinced of his previous guess:

"That person wants this disciple to walk the path of proving the dao through divine sense!"

Elder Xun sighed in his heart.

Letting a rogue cultivator walk this kind of isolated, niche, perilous path with scarce inheritance and an unknown ancient dao...

It was simply whimsical.

The courage was also truly great!

However, this was indeed something that person would do.

And...

Elder Xun thought of Mo Hua, of his nineteen-pattern divine sense, and felt a slight shock in his heart.

He had truly succeeded!

Mo Hua was still in the Foundation Establishment stage now, yet he had such a profound divine sense foundation. If given time, and his divine sense were further tempered, his future would be even harder to predict...

Although divine sense was difficult to cultivate, difficult to practice, and the methods were niche and the uses tricky.

But this was for ordinary cultivators.

If one could truly "take the lead" on the path of divine sense and cultivate divine sense to great success, that would be a truly terrifying "monster."

Elder Xun's pupils slightly constricted, and a name involuntarily emerged in his heart.

"The Weird Daoist..."

This name was a taboo in both the righteous and evil paths.

This person was the first, and possibly the only, evildoer in the Demon Sect to reach the Feather Transformation realm and be bestowed the title of "Daoist."

And this "Weird Daoist" walked the path of divine sense, his entire cultivation base weird and unpredictable.

Even at the Feather Transformation realm, he already appeared and disappeared unpredictably, making people lose their nerve at the mere mention of him.

How many great powers wanted his life, but they simply didn't know where to start.

Once he broke through to the Cave Void in the future, who knew how people would die...

Moreover, Elder Xun always had a premonition in his heart.

With the Weird Daoist's mind and schemes, the day he underwent Feather Transformation and stepped through the void was likely not far off...

At that time, who knew what kind of heaven-defying disaster it would be.

"Full of disasters ah..."

Elder Xun took a deep breath.

Then he raised his head again, looking through the floating clouds and white mist of Taixu Mountain towards the hazy and unclear sky of Qian Xue prefecture, sighing in his heart.

Let's not mention the Weird Daoist for now.

The current disaster in Qian Xue prefecture was probably not small either...

Mo Hua rested for a day, and his body felt no major problems.

His problem was mainly at the divine sense level.

The gentle and beautiful third-grade alchemist Elder Murong checked Mo Hua's meridians a bit, cleared some spiritual power and blood vessels, and then massaged some acupuncture points on his back and forehead. Then she warmly said:

"I'll give you some pills to promote blood circulation and remove stasis, and to calm the mind and spirit. Take them every morning. If you feel any discomfort in your body in the future, remember to come and find me again."

Mo Hua moved his arms a bit and indeed felt much more comfortable. He then happily said:

"Thank you, Elder Murong."

Elder Murong also nodded with a smile.

Mo Hua performed a ritual and left the alchemy room.

After returning to his disciple residence.

Mo Hua sat in meditation quietly for a while, then impatiently took out the visualization diagram that Elder Xun had given, no, temporarily "borrowed" to him.

The visualization diagram was placed in a jade box. The paper was old, with some wrinkled edges, looking as if it had been around for many years.

Mo Hua stretched out his palm and gently stroked the visualization diagram, feeling an ancient breath precipitated by the years in a trance.

However, he didn't rush to open it, but remembered Elder Xun's instructions, first bathing and calming his heart, then lighting that high-grade calming incense.

The calming incense was placed in the incense burner.

A spark ignited, wisps of white smoke rose, floating into the air, turning into a fragrant and serene scent that slowly lingered in the room.

Mo Hua sniffed a bit and indeed felt his divine soul refreshed and his thoughts clear.

"What Elder Xun gave is indeed good stuff, just don't know how many spirit stones it's worth, probably not cheap..."

In the smoke and mist of the calming incense, Mo Hua sat quietly for a moment again. Then he carefully opened the "clean" visualization diagram, a treasure of the Taixu Sect for many years, gifted by Elder Xun.

On the diagram.

What met his eyes was a lush mountain range.

The mountains were ancient and simple, the forests green with a deep ink color, full of ancient charm.

Within the mountains and forests were ancient and majestic Daoist sect courtyards.

Palaces and towers rose layer upon layer, hidden among the mountains, integrated with the ancient mountains, having experienced who knows how many winds and rains, endured how much vicissitudes.

Above the mountains and forests, white clouds and floating mist.

Cranes flew across, strange beasts were hidden, adding a touch of vivid immortal aura.

"This is... the Taixu Sect?"

Mo Hua stared at the visualization diagram and examined it for a while. He felt it was somewhat similar, but not entirely.

The diagram seemed to depict a sect.

But this sect was obviously larger than the Taixu Sect. The style of the palaces and towers was similar to the Taixu Sect, but they looked more ancient, older.

Especially the sky above the sect was even more vast, with a pure aura.

"Is this the Taixu Sect of the past?"

Mo Hua looked for a while, shook his head, and didn't dwell on it any longer.

"Let's visualize first..."

He released his divine sense and sensed this visualization diagram a bit. Unexpectedly, he really didn't detect any evil spirits or ghosts. It was indeed, as Elder Xun said, a "clean" visualization diagram.

"Rare..."

Mo Hua put aside all his thoughts and began to visualize quietly.

The white clouds and mountain colors, the floating mist and towers, the ancient colored, ancient fragrant, ancient mountain Daoist courtyards, all kinds of scenes, made his heart peaceful.

A pure and vast desire for the Dao, like fine rain, moistened his heart field.

In just a moment, Mo Hua felt as if all the evil spirits, malice, scattered thoughts, greed, and other distracting thoughts in his entire body were washed away.

His divine sense had barely grown.

But his Dao heart was much clearer.

"This is..."

Mo Hua's heart was shocked.

Perhaps, this was the true "visualization diagram"?

Sit and visualize, comprehend the meaning within the diagram, purify the divine sense, and wash the Dao heart?

Everything he had encountered before was some kind of demonic evil fake?

Mo Hua slowly nodded.

No wonder his master had told him before that visualization diagrams were supreme treasures of cultivators, things that were not passed down by powerful families, clans, and even the Dao Court.

But then he also said that visualization diagrams hid disasters, that the true and false were hard to distinguish, and that they were extremely perilous...

True visualization diagrams contained pure meaning, could enhance divine sense, and refine the Dao heart. They were indeed supreme treasures.

Fake visualization diagrams hid evil spirits and ghosts, could devour divine sense, and pollute the Dao heart. They were indeed extremely perilous.

The true and false were hard to distinguish, and fortune and misfortune depended on each other.

Ordinary cultivators were indeed hard to distinguish.

"However..." Mo Hua slightly frowned, "My divine sense doesn't seem to have improved much after visualizing?"

"Is it that I'm using the wrong method, or that our Taixu Sect's visualization diagram only refines the Dao heart, with very little benefit to the growth of divine sense?"

Mo Hua raised his head again, looked at the visualization diagram, pondered for a bit, and couldn't figure it out. Then he said:

"Never mind, be content with what you have. Being able to refine the Dao heart and help oneself wash away evil thoughts is enough. A person shouldn't be too greedy..."

Mo Hua then calmed his heart and continued to visualize.

He visualized like this for an hour, his divine sense clear, without obstacles, and without evil desires.

Mo Hua felt it was about right, then respectfully put away the visualization diagram again.

Elder Xun instructed him to visualize for one hour each day, neither less nor more, just right was best.

Listen to advice, and you'll be satisfied.

After putting away the visualization diagram, Mo Hua took out his storage bag again and flipped out a broken sword from it.

This was a white bone broken sword, the whole body pale white, looking somewhat evil.

It was exactly the broken sword where Sword Bone Head resided.

This kind of evil bone sword, logically, should not be allowed to be brought into the sect.

Mo Hua pleaded with Elder Xun, saying that he had great use for this bone sword and guaranteed that it would not cause any problems.

Elder Xun thought for a moment, then nodded, allowing Mo Hua to bring this bone sword into the sect.

Other elders also just turned a blind eye.

However, some regulations still needed to be followed.

This bone sword was "registered" with the elder who received him into the mountain.

He wasn't checked upon entering the mountain and could bring it into his disciple residence.

But if any evil incident occurred within the sect, the first suspect would naturally be Mo Hua.

Mo Hua didn't want to take the blame.

Therefore, for safety, he added a sealed divine lock array to the white bone broken sword to seal evil thoughts, and a sealed divine mist array to cover its aura.

He didn't give Sword Bone Head any opportunity to cause trouble.

After ensuring absolute safety, Mo Hua gently lifted the array a bit, moved his divine sense slightly, perceived the aura inside the broken sword, and then softly said:

"Hey..."

No response.

"Sword Bone Head, are you dead?"

Sword Bone Head: "..."

"Speak!"

"Oh oh," Sword Bone Head immediately responded, "Thanks to little ancestor's blessings, I'm still alive..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Don't call me 'little ancestor, little ancestor.' I'm not old, and I'm not an evil spirit. What are you shouting ancestor for?"

Whether you are an "evil spirit," but you eat "evil spirits" ah...

Sword Bone Head complained in its heart.

"Then... what should I call you?" Sword Bone Head said softly.

"You decide what to call me," Mo Hua said.

Sword Bone Head immediately understood, feeling bitter in its heart.

This was testing itself, seeing if it recognized the times, had foresight, and could recognize the situation.

The current situation couldn't be clearer.

Sword Bone Head respectfully said: "Then, from now on, I'll call you... Master?"

Mo Hua shook his head again, "I don't like these two words... In this world, no one should be anyone's master."

Sword Bone Head was startled.

What did that mean?

It didn't quite understand.

Then it said again: "Then I'll call you... Adult?"

Mo Hua's face darkened, "Are you mocking me for not being tall?"

In reality, he could indeed grow taller, although it wasn't obvious, his height was indeed increasing year by year.

But the incarnation of divine sense seemed to always remain at the state before the "qualitative change of divine sense" during the Foundation Establishment stage.

Who knew if it could grow taller in the future.

Therefore, Mo Hua was very unhappy when Sword Bone Head, this evil spirit, called him "Adult."

"Dare not, dare not..."

Sword Bone Head sensed Mo Hua's displeasure. The scenes of ten thousand evil spirits dying miserably and being devoured by Mo Hua floated in its eyes again, and its skull bone involuntarily felt numb.

This wasn't okay, and that wasn't okay...

Sword Bone Head's thoughts raced, and it hurriedly said:

"Then how about I still call you Young Master?"

Mo Hua just wanted to say no.

There were so many young masters in Qian Xue prefecture, and those behind-the-scenes people doing bad things were also young masters. He felt uncomfortable listening to it.

However, Mo Hua thought about it again, then dismissed the thought and nodded, saying:

"Okay, from now on, just call me Young Master."

Sword Bone Head breathed a sigh of relief.

This little ancestor was truly hard to serve.

Accompanying a "lord" was like accompanying a tiger.

More importantly, he was truly a tiger that ate "people," so one couldn't be careless at all.

Sword Bone Head hurriedly expressed its loyalty:

"Then I'll call you Young Master. From now on, if Young Master has any instructions, Sword Bone Head will certainly go through fire and water without hesitation."

"Um."

Mo Hua was slightly satisfied and then said:

"You just stay inside honestly, don't come out, and don't make any small moves. Otherwise, if the sect elders or old ancestors discover you, I won't be able to save you."

"Moreover, if that time really comes, I can only first crush you to death and destroy the corpse and traces."

"Remember that!"

Sword Bone Head shivered in its heart and hurriedly said:

"Yes, yes, Young Master's words, I will certainly keep them in mind!"

Mo Hua nodded, then resealed the array, checked it a bit, and was relieved to find that not a single bit of evil energy leaked out.

Keeping Sword Bone Head was indeed still very useful to him.

The first reason was for natal magic treasures.

His own experience in crafting tools was insufficient.

But Sword Bone Head's previous life might have been an old sword forging master with rich knowledge of tool crafting, an orthodox inheritance, and someone who had forged countless evil swords.

In the future, when raising his natal magic treasure, including forging the embryo of his natal magic treasure, he could use it.

Furthermore, it was for divine sense invasion.

Mo Hua's own divine sense couldn't actively leave his body.

In the future, if he encountered some evil spirits, it would be okay if they were sensible and could actively pull him into a dream.

But if these evil spirits were not sensible, he could only stare blankly, with no way to do anything.

Even for divine sense objects like the Refining Demon Diagram, if he didn't know the "sacrifice" ceremony, he couldn't invade them.

With Sword Bone Head and this white bone broken sword, he would have a "medium." He could build a divine lock bridge through divine path arrays, connect the medium, and intervene with other divine sense objects, achieving divine sense invasion.

Of course, this was just Mo Hua's idea.

There would likely be quite a few troubles in specific use.

But having a way was always better than having no way.

Mo Hua put away the white bone broken sword, saw that the sky was already late, then sank his divine sense into his sea of consciousness, and continued practicing arrays on the Dao stele...

In the elder residence.

Although it was already midnight, the white-haired Elder Xun was still at his desk sorting some documents and arrays.

After a while, Xun Ziyou came over.

He had been handling matters outside for the past few days and had just returned to the sect. He didn't care about the late hour and came dusty to visit Elder Xun.

He knew that with important matters at hand, the old ancestor would definitely not be resting yet.

Xun Ziyou waited respectfully at the door.

"Come in."

Elder Xun said faintly.

Xun Ziyou performed a ritual, entered the room, and reported all the news he had investigated to Elder Xun in great detail:

"The Dao Court already knows, it is likely that spies were planted within Qian Xue prefecture. Although the news was sealed, it still couldn't be hidden from the Dao Court..."

"But this matter was still suppressed by the four major sects jointly."

"After all, once this matter is exposed, it will inevitably cause panic. A round of investigation is unavoidable, and the sect reform matter will also necessarily be delayed."

"Matters like reform should be done sooner rather than later. If delayed for a few years, or even decades, and the situation changes, it is very possible that it can no longer be pushed forward."

"Therefore, the four major sects all don't want extra trouble. Sect reform, in their eyes, is the biggest matter at present. They naturally won't let the matter of Refining Demon Mountain affect the overall situation and ruin their schemes."

"Of course," Xun Ziyou said somewhat gloatingly, "A big bleed is definitely unavoidable."

"If they want to suppress this matter, they just need to feed the several big mouths above."

"The Dao Court's side has a very big appetite and is not easy to feed full..."

Elder Xun nodded slightly, "What about the Broken Gold Sect?"

Xun Ziyou said: "Because of these few disciples, the Jin family has completely fallen. The great elder has retired, and the positions of other Jin family elders have not changed temporarily—this is for the stability of the Broken Gold Sect, not wanting to make a big fuss and cause others' suspicion..."

"But these Jin family elders no longer have any future possibilities, and these positions will not be succeeded by Jin family disciples in the future."

"After the fall of the Jin family, the Song family will rise."

"The original Jin vice sect master, who is also the father of Jin Yicai, that direct disciple of the Jin family who died in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, was the most hopeful to succeed the Broken Gold Sect master."

"Now it is impossible."

"The positions for the next term, whether sect master or elders, will all be selected from the Song family."

"In the next few years, even ten years or several decades, the Broken Gold Sect will gradually shuffle, wash away the Jin family disciples, and be gradually risen by the Song family."

"The future Broken Gold Sect, I fear, will be surnamed Song..."

Xun Ziyou sighed.

The Jin family's power in the Broken Gold Sect was the result of hundreds of years of painstaking management by their ancestors and past generations of elders.

Now, because a few disciples acted recklessly, it was all buried at once.

Seeing this, Xun Ziyou suddenly had a feeling of a tall building gradually rising but suddenly collapsing.

In the future, if the Jin family wants to regain power, I fear it will be difficult upon difficult.

And the Song family, whom they suppressed for hundreds of years, has now turned the tables and naturally won't make it easy for the Jin family.

Xun Ziyou's heart moved, and he said in a low voice to Elder Xun:

"Old ancestor, now that the situation in the Broken Gold Sect has changed, can't we..."

Elder Xun understood his meaning and immediately shook his head:

"Don't think about it."

Xun Ziyou didn't understand.

Elder Xun said faintly: "When the Jin family was in charge of the Broken Gold Sect, they were not harmonious with our Taixu Sect. Now that the Song family is in charge, they will similarly target our Taixu Sect."

"The lineage of the Broken Gold Sect is close to the four major sects."

"They need to act in accordance with the faces of the four major sects, and..."

Elder Xun paused slightly.

And, looking at the matter of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley and the sect reform, there was probably even deeper "collusion" inside.

However, there was no evidence for the time being, and Elder Xun didn't say it clearly.

He looked at Xun Ziyou and said:

"Aren't you thinking that the matter of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley is planted in our hands, and the Song family can rise, also benefiting from our Taixu Sect, so we have a favor towards them?"

Xun Ziyou slowly nodded.

Elder Xun sighed and shook his head: "You are thinking too simply..."

"Regardless of whether the Jin family holds power or the Song family rises, the Broken Gold Sect is still that Broken Gold Sect."

"Mountains are easy to change, but nature is hard to shift."

"Furthermore, now that the winds and rains are secretly brewing in Qian Xue prefecture, the Song family, for the sake of stability, is even less likely to change course and associate with the Taixu Sect, with whom they have always had no friendship."

"Internally, they will suppress the Jin family; externally, they will still associate with the four major sects and use the name of the Broken Gold Sect to rope in all the previous Jin family's networks under their own clan."

"This is the correct approach."

Xun Ziyou suddenly realized and then looked at Elder Xun with admiration in his eyes.

The old ancestor did not disappoint the old ancestor.

"Then this time, the negotiation with the Broken Gold Sect..." Xun Ziyou asked.

Elder Xun's gaze was sharp, and he said in a deep voice:

"No need to hold back, brutally slaughter them!"

"If you hold back, they won't necessarily remember your favor, but instead will think that our Taixu Sect is weak and can be bullied."

"Brutally cut them, let them feel the pain. Although they will hate it in their hearts, they will also know that our Taixu Sect is not easy to provoke."

Xun Ziyou cupped his hands and said: "Yes, old ancestor."

"And one more thing..."

Elder Xun's eyes revealed thought, then he said: "After this negotiation is finished, set aside a portion of the industries cut from the Broken Gold Sect and record it in..."

Elder Xun paused for a moment and slowly said:

"Record it in Mo Hua's name."