Chapter 897: Supreme Severing of Emotions

After returning to the disciple residence, Mo Hua did not rush to cultivate. Instead, he carefully sorted out the guidance Dugu Old Ancestor had just given him in his mind.

He copied down the key points onto a jade slip, keeping it to refer to often later to avoid forgetting.

Only after that did he formally attempt to cultivate "Chop God Sword".

After Dugu Old Ancestor's round of guidance, Mo Hua finally understood:

He had indeed practiced this Chop God Sword technique incorrectly!

Chop God Sword was not meant to be practiced the way he had been.

The so-called self-chopping of one's fate soul was not truly about chopping oneself. This "chop" meant to abandon, to transform.

One needed to uphold a heart seeking the Dao, abandon the small self, achieve the great self, comprehend the origin of the sword Dao, and achieve transformation in divine thought and the sword Dao.

With a complex mood, Mo Hua then took out an ancient, simple bamboo slip containing sword Dao.

On the bamboo slip, the sword patterns were simple yet profound.

Ancient sword intent flowed within the sword patterns.

This was the Sword Flow...

Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated, sat quietly in meditation, gathered his spirit, and then formally began to visualize and engrave the "Tai Xu Sword Flow" contained within the bamboo slip.

Abandoning his small self, forgetting his own sword Dao, with a state of empty heart, he visualized the Tai Xu Sword Flow, comprehending the origin of the sword Dao, thus approaching the source of the sword flow and thoroughly understanding the Tai Xu Sword Dao.

Only after thoroughly understanding the sword Dao could he, according to the Old Ancestor's words, fuse the origin of the sword Dao into his own divine soul and manifest the true, powerful, and god-slaying "Tai Xu Chop God Sword"!

Mo Hua's divine consciousness was Dao-ized, his foundation was incomparably deep, he was proficient in arrays and various divine thought methods, and he had also swallowed a large amount of evil spirits and cleansed many distracting thoughts through meditation.

He had even dabbled a little in the "Dao Heart Plant Demon" technique.

Therefore, in terms of "cultivating the heart," Mo Hua's foundation was stronger than that of many Gold Core cultivators who were several hundred years old.

The matter of "abandoning the small self, forgetting the sword Dao, maintaining an empty heart state, and visualizing the Tai Xu Sword Flow" was easy for him.

But the problem still lay ahead.

Mo Hua visualized for a very long time...

In the Tai Xu Sword Flow, the ancient sword intent was the same as it was before, with no trace of change.

Mo Hua also didn't have any feeling of "sudden enlightenment."

His sword Dao level remained shallow.

His comprehension of sword methods had not increased at all.

Mo Hua's expression became focused again as he stared at the bamboo slip for a long time, finally having to realize that he had looked in vain...

He could not understand the Sword Flow.

He also had not comprehended what the sword Dao was.

Mo Hua still thought it was because he hadn't put in enough effort.

The next day, after finishing class, Mo Hua returned to his disciple residence and again faced the bamboo slip, staring at it for a full three hours.

But he still didn't see anything.

The so-called profound meaning of the sword flow, the origin of the sword Dao, the great Dao of sword methods... not even a shadow.

Mo Hua wrinkled his brows, then reflected slightly, and gradually understood.

The problem lay precisely in this "small self."

Chop the small self to achieve the sword Dao.

But Mo Hua didn't even have a "small self."

The "small self" in the sword Dao was the sword cultivator's "foundation" in the sword Dao, accumulated from starting young, nurturing their spirit sword, practicing sword methods, comprehending the sword Dao, and so on.

This was the "small self" in Hollow Void Old Ancestor's words, but in reality, it was not small at all!

Mo Hua put himself in Dugu Old Ancestor's shoes and roughly estimated that to cultivate the sword Dao from nothing to the realm of the "small self" in the Old Ancestor's eyes...

That would require a genius of Linghu Xiao's level, who started cultivating the sword from a young age, cultivated for several decades, even over a hundred years, reached the Gold Core stage, and achieved minor success in the sword Dao, only then could they cultivate the sword Dao "small self."

Only this kind of "small self" was qualified to be chopped.

And only by using this realm of "small self" as a foundation, as a ladder, and chopping it away, could one ascend to the next level, comprehend the sword flow, and climb towards the origin of the sword Dao.

Mo Hua's heart sank.

He finally understood why the Old Ancestor had always told him to cultivate the sword and said that his sword Dao foundation was not good enough to transform divine thought into sword.

What the Old Ancestor said was not wrong.

The true formula for divine thought turning into sword was all built upon the foundation of the "sword Dao."

If the sword Dao foundation was insufficient, one could not turn thought into sword.

If one's sword Dao attainment was not deep, and one had not achieved minor success in sword methods, one fundamentally could not chop the small self, comprehend the sword flow, or learn the final "Chop God Style."

And he didn't even have the sword Dao of the "small self" that needed to be chopped.

Let alone talk about sword flow, origin, or great Dao...

"After tinkering for half a day, I still can't learn it..."

Mo Hua sighed, feeling a little disappointed.

Although, if he thought about it carefully, this was also normal.

The Tai Xu Divine Thought Turn Sword True Formula was the Tai Xu Sect's highest sword formula. If it were really that easy to learn, it wouldn't be worthy of being listed as the "highest" inheritance.

Moreover, he wasn't even a sword cultivator.

Without a sword Dao foundation, wanting to learn the highest sword Dao inheritance was indeed a bit of wishful thinking.

But Mo Hua didn't want to give up.

He repeatedly thought about it again and again, and discovered it was another "dead end."

To cultivate Chop God Sword, one needed to self-chop their fate soul;

To self-chop the fate soul, one needed to chop the small self;

And to chop the small self, one needed to nurture a "small self" sword Dao to chop...

If he didn't have the sword Dao of this "small self" realm, he naturally had nothing to chop, and from the beginning, it was impassable.

Mo Hua's mood was indescribably complex.

He had practiced this Chop God Sword into a mess.

The orthodox way, he couldn't practice.

The way he practiced, not only was it crooked, but it also injured his divine soul.

Every day he self-chopped with a sword, the injuries in his divine soul accumulated bit by bit, silently adding up. Afterwards, he would need to find "divine marrow" to repair it.

And "divine marrow" was scarce right now; it was needed not only to repair the divine soul but also to break through the late stage of Foundation Building.

Calculating this way, it was another vicious cycle.

If he couldn't learn Chop God Sword, the day he could chop and kill the evil fetus would be far off.

If he couldn't chop and kill the evil fetus, he couldn't transform the disaster into divine marrow, make his divine thought further Dao-ized, and the time he would break through the late stage of Foundation Building, he also didn't know when it would be...

Mo Hua's scalp felt slightly numb, and he couldn't help but sigh.

But sighing alone was useless; the Dao still had to be cultivated, the sword still had to be practiced, and days still had to pass.

"Next time I go to the forbidden ground, I'll ask the Old Ancestor for guidance again..."

Mo Hua forcibly pushed this matter to the back of his mind, calmed down, and continued to cultivate and attend class.

Two days passed like this.

Mo Hua got up in the morning, cultivated as usual, and after cultivating, he habitually took out the bamboo slip, borrowed the sword intent from the bamboo slip, and chopped his own fate soul with a sword, using this to suppress the evil fetus and refresh his mind.

This set of actions was all done out of habit.

But after chopping, Mo Hua suddenly realized that he didn't need to chop anymore.

Chop God Sword was not practiced this way.

It was not about genuinely self-chopping the fate soul.

Mo Hua sighed again, a little annoyed, then sank his divine consciousness into his sea of consciousness, wanting to check the injury on his divine soul.

Fortunately, his divine soul had been chopped for a long time and had become accustomed to it. Although there were injuries, they were not too serious.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his divine consciousness inward and looked at his divine soul.

On the soul, there were mottled sword scars, as fine and fragmented as fish scales.

These were all the "masterpieces" left by Mo Hua's daily persistent self-chopping.

"Sometimes being too diligent doesn't seem like a good thing either..."

Mo Hua muttered in his heart, then just wanted to exit the sea of consciousness.

But at this moment, Mo Hua's eye caught something, and he was suddenly stunned.

He saw that on the wound of his divine soul, there was still sword intent remaining.

This was originally nothing.

Chopping one's own divine soul with Tai Xu Sword Intent would naturally leave some sword intent on the divine soul wound while leaving the wound.

This was originally just a normal matter.

But, looking at it again now, Mo Hua only felt a violent tremor in his heart, as if a shocking thought was gradually lingering in his mind...

"Tempering the divine with the sword, self-chopping the fate soul... Chopping the small self, viewing the sword flow, comprehending the origin, fusing the sword Dao..."

"Self-chopping the fate soul is a means, the final result is to fuse the origin of the sword Dao into the divine soul..."

"If that's the case..."

Like a sudden clap of thunder, Mo Hua's expression was shocked:

"Then if I use Tai Xu Sword Intent to chop my own divine soul, isn't it also equivalent to... engraving the sword intent into the divine soul?"

"Within the sword intent, the origin of the sword Dao is contained."

"This also means that I am... engraving the origin of the sword Dao into my own divine soul through the sword scars and wounds?"

"As long as I thoroughly fuse this origin with my divine soul again later, won't the final effect still be the same?"

The difference was just that the orthodox method of cultivating Chop God Sword was to first cultivate the "small self" sword Dao, then chop the small self, then comprehend the sword flow, and then fuse the sword Dao.

And he, abandoning all the steps from cultivating the "small self" to comprehending the sword flow, went directly to the final step, which was to fuse the sword Dao!

It didn't matter if he didn't have the small self sword Dao.

It didn't matter if he couldn't understand the sword flow.

It didn't matter if he hadn't comprehended the origin of the sword Dao.

He abandoned all these steps and directly used the sword intent to self-chop.

Self-chopping with sword intent would engrave sword scars in the divine soul and leave wounds.

In this way, the origin of the sword Dao within the Tai Xu Sword Flow could naturally fuse with the wounds and into his own divine soul!

This was a more thorough and complete "cheat" compared to "chopping self to achieve saint"!

And this "cheat," only he could do...

Others couldn't withstand the chopping of Tai Xu Sword Intent.

But he could.

Others couldn't repair divine soul injuries.

He could too.

And he didn't need to comprehend the Tai Xu Sword Flow; as long as he fused the origin into his divine soul, he could directly use it.

The Old Ancestor himself also said, "The nature of a gentleman is not different from others, but he is good at borrowing from things."

Using the law as a raft to seek the great Dao.

Once the great Dao is obtained, the law is abandoned, and the raft is discarded.

Form was not important.

Mo Hua's heart pounded.

Only now did he truly feel that the profound door of Chop God Sword was gradually opening towards him.

Once the idea was decided, Mo Hua immediately held his breath and concentrated, visualizing within himself.

He viewed his divine thought, perceived the wounds on his divine soul, and at the same time, perceived the sword intent within the wounds.

The wounds were fragmented, mixed with a sharp pain.

The sword intent was profound, hard to erase, and the origin of the sword Dao flowed endlessly within.

Mo Hua endured the sharp pain and directly fused the sword intent into his own divine soul along the wounds.

This process was very painful, but Mo Hua gritted his teeth and endured.

The ancient sword intent seeped into the wounds within the divine soul, bringing pain, but also gradually fusing as one with Mo Hua's divine soul.

It was like blades flowing into the flesh, circulating within the body.

But these "blades" were also like ancient immortal pills. Every time they circulated, they would transform into a wisp of sword intent, blending seamlessly with Mo Hua's divine soul.

This was the fusion of the ancient sword Dao origin of the Tai Xu Sect with Mo Hua's Dao-ized divine soul, which was comparable to a "god."

Mo Hua's true formula for divine thought turning into sword also finally began to truly step into the realm of "Chop God."

After this, he only needed to chop one sword every day, temper a part of the origin, accumulating it over time.

Using the flesh of his divine soul to fuse the origin of the sword Dao and temper the Chop God Sword.

Temper it until the day the true "Chop God Sword" is born...

That day would also be the death date of the evil fetus.

Mo Hua felt a surge of energy, his eyes bright.

Then, according to the method he had summarized, he tempered his divine soul for a while before temporarily stopping.

Because it was truly too painful.

Using Tai Xu Sword Intent to chop one's own divine soul was already painful enough.

Now he also had to fuse the sword intent fragments into the "flesh" of his divine soul, which more or less had a feeling of "lingering death."

Therefore, he could only take it step by step and could not rush.

Mo Hua rested for a while, recovering his divine consciousness.

Now that the cultivation of Chop God Sword had entered the right track, Mo Hua finally had free time to consider another problem...

"Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao..."

Mo Hua murmured in a low voice, his brows furrowed.

This was another kind of "supreme great Dao method" that Dugu Old Ancestor had passed to him that night in the sword tomb forbidden ground.

Mo Hua didn't dare to learn too much of it.

He felt a bit of a problem.

The Tai Xu Chop God Sword and the Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao seemed somewhat similar, but upon actual consideration, their styles were completely different.

One was a deep-rooted, upright sword Dao.

One was an emotionless and thoughtless, extremely strange method.

Among the existing profound meanings of the Tai Xu Sect's sword Dao, Mo Hua had never seen any record similar to "chop emotion."

"Also, why did Dugu Old Ancestor suddenly teach me this thing?"

Mo Hua wrinkled his brow, recalling.

That night, the Old Ancestor's expression was as usual, but between his words, there was always a trace of discord.

Something... perhaps happened to the Old Ancestor's body?

The person who "passed the Dao" to him that night, who exactly was it... was it the Old Ancestor himself?

Could there really be someone or something that could cross the powerful Hollow Void Old Ancestor and pass the Dao to him?

Mo Hua's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Things were getting mysterious...

Although it was already passed, the problem now was, did he want to learn this "Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao"?

Mo Hua recalled this "chop emotion" method one by one again, and finally had to admit that it was an extremely profound, extremely rare, and extremely fierce great Dao "law."

After cultivating it, comprehending the Dao within, perhaps one could truly chop emotion and righteousness with a single thought, break through the mundane world with a single sword, and be able to "chop" anything.

But Mo Hua always felt that this method had a bit of a problem.

The problem lay precisely in the words "chop emotion."

People had emotions, that's why they were people. If one chopped off their emotions and became emotionless and desireless, would they still be considered people?

If one wasn't human, what Dao would they comprehend?

Even if they comprehended the Dao, what kind of Dao would it be if comprehended in a "non-human" state?

"Is the Old Ancestor... deceiving me?"

"Or is there something bad secretly deceiving me?"

"Do I still want to learn it?"

Mo Hua touched his chin and considered it for a while, feeling that he should be able to... first try to learn it, after all, this was a method to "comprehend the Dao."

But he couldn't learn it fully, because there was definitely some mystery within.

Take its essence, discard its dross.

Simply put, just look and learn.

The profound meaning of "chop emotion" passed by "Dugu Old Ancestor" floated by Mo Hua's ear again:

"Empty the heart, chop the self, humanity and Dao unite, fuse the law of 'chopping and extinguishing,' with the body as the sword, with the soul as the sword, the edge is unmatched, between this heaven and earth, there will be nothing that cannot be chopped!"

This sound was very powerful; he could learn it.

But "chop off all one's worldly emotions and thoughts, reach a state of emotionlessness and desirelessness, selflessness and no thought, no want and no attachment..."

These words were a bit strange; he could look and learn.

Mo Hua then tried to cultivate "Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao" according to these methods.

He began to chop off his own emotions and thoughts.

No thinking, no wanting, no attachment, no thought, no heart, no self...

Chop off emotions and thoughts...

His face gradually changed from gentle to cold, even hiding a trace of icy ferocity.

It seemed that everything in this world was an obstacle to his pursuit of the Dao, and everyone needed to be chopped.

He himself, his relatives, his friends, his masters, the people he loved, all needed to be chopped and killed...

Only by chopping and killing everything could he attain the Dao.

Mo Hua couldn't help but recite in a low voice:

"Only by chopping and killing everything... can I attain the Dao..."

"Chop and kill everything..."

"Chop..."

Mo Hua's heart state was blank, his face distorted for an instant, then began to blur, his five senses dissolving and dissipating bit by bit like rouge after "removing makeup"...

"Not right!"

A moment later, Mo Hua suddenly woke up.

He covered his face, cut off all his thoughts, and forcibly stabilized his heart and spirit with the "meditation technique."

After a full incense stick of time, he slowly recovered from this "chop emotion and comprehend Dao" state of mind.

Mo Hua's heart had lingering fear.

"This thing is so fierce and so scary..."

He almost, just almost, chopped off all his emotions and thoughts.

Mo Hua wrinkled his brow.

Once his emotions and thoughts were chopped off, his self would be obliterated, his divine thought would lose control, and what kind of state he would become, he didn't dare to think.

"Chop emotion..."

Mo Hua pondered in his heart.

Emotions could be chopped a little, but they could not be chopped completely.

"Chop emotion" was for comprehending the Dao, not really for chopping emotion for the sake of chopping emotion.

If everything was chopped, and one was no longer human, the problem would definitely be bigger.

He had already had some comprehension on this point when he swallowed divine marrow, Dao-ized his divine consciousness, and fused divinity and humanity.

Since divinity and humanity could be fused, then the "chop emotion" Dao should also be able to be fused.

"It can't be chopped completely, some emotions and thoughts must be left..."

"The grace of father and mother's nurturing must be remembered in the heart..."

"The grace of master's transmission of the Dao must absolutely not be forgotten..."

"The uncles and aunts and little partners in Tong Xian City, friends made along the way, senior brothers and sisters and little junior brothers of Tai Xu Sect, sect elders, Mr. Xun and Dugu Old Ancestor..."

"And Aunt Bi Wan, Yu Er, Uncle Gu..."

As Mo Hua pondered, he realized there were really not few people he wanted to remember...

Interacting with people and developing emotions and righteousness were also the foundation of a person's emotional existence.

If these were abandoned, people would sooner or later lose their original hearts and become empty and numb.

"I need to find an anchor point..."

It was just that along this road, there were too many people he wanted to remember in his heart, and Mo Hua couldn't find a "anchor point" for a while to judge the degree of "chop emotion."

Father and mother, master, the cause and effect were too heavy, the ties too deep.

Because the ties were too deep, even if he chopped emotion, it would be the last thing to "chop," not so easy to forget.

But once he truly forgot, it also meant that he had unconsciously chopped to the origin.

It meant that his humanity was also not saved, and at this time, it was too late to turn back.

Others could also serve as the "anchor point" for chopping emotion, but Mo Hua was always afraid that he would be too busy and neglect it for a while, truly "chopping" them.

Once chopped, the emotions and righteousness were cut off, and he would thoroughly forget.

If they met again afterwards, and others recognized him, but he thoroughly forgot others because he had secretly chopped off "emotions and righteousness," that would be very awkward.

"Who should I use as the 'anchor point' for chopping emotion?"

Mo Hua was a bit conflicted, considered it for half a day, and then suddenly thought of a good idea:

"Little Senior Sister!"

Use Little Senior Sister as his anchor point for cultivating "Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao."

When he was cultivating, he would occasionally think about Little Senior Sister.

If he felt his emotions fading, it meant he was cultivating incorrectly.

If his emotions were still there, it meant he still possessed "humanity," and his emotions and righteousness as a person had not yet been obliterated.

And as long as his humanity was there, his heart seeking the Dao was there, there would be no problem.

Within other aspects of his humanity, there was actually a lot of "dross" that could be chopped.

Greed, anger, delusion, resentment, hate, meeting.

A heart like a restless mayfly, desires surging like seawater.

Various other distracting thoughts of fame and fortune could all be chopped.

After chopping these miscellaneous desires, washing away the mundane world, seeing through the surface, his Dao heart would become purer, and his ambitions would become firmer.

With this kind of method of chopping emotion, he could cultivate the "Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao" that "seems emotionless yet has emotion."

Mo Hua was joyful in his heart, then his brows furrowed again.

If he did it like this, wouldn't he be practicing it crookedly again?

Mo Hua considered it for a while and felt it didn't matter.

"As long as I can practice it..."

Anyway, it wasn't the first or second time.

Practicing it crookedly was just something he was used to.

As he thought of this, Mo Hua's heart calmed down.

Then he began to formally chop emotion and comprehend Dao, cultivating "Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao" according to the method passed to him by "Dugu Old Ancestor," chopping his own emotions and thoughts.

After chopping for a while, he would meditate on Little Senior Sister once.

If his emotions didn't fade, it meant his chopping was fine.

If he felt his emotions fading, he would stop for a while and reflect on whether his method of "chopping emotion" just now had any problems.

Until Little Senior Sister's clear and beautiful appearance reappeared in his heart, he would continue to chop emotion and comprehend Dao.

Seek the heavenly principle, preserve humanity.

Just like this, with "Little Senior Sister" as the anchor point, Mo Hua's cultivation of "Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao" gradually deepened...

Of course, he didn't forget the Tai Xu Chop God Style.

Every morning, he would first self-chop his fate soul with Tai Xu Sword Flow, letting the origin of the sword Dao deeply fuse with the wounds of his divine soul.

In the evening, he would cultivate "Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao" again.

According to this supreme method of "comprehending the Dao," he would comprehend the Dao of "chop emotion," and then fuse this chop emotion Dao into divine thought turning into sword.

In this way, he simultaneously cultivated "Tai Xu Chop God Sword" and "Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao."

These two methods were both things he had comprehended by chance, like a "blind cat hitting a dead mouse." Now mixing them together and cultivating them simultaneously, what he would ultimately cultivate, Mo Hua wasn't too sure, but thinking about it, he felt it shouldn't be too weak.

At least, there was still hope of chopping an evil fetus.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

His demands were not high; as long as he could chop the evil fetus, it would be fine...

Cultivating the Dao knows no day or night.

Because he had newly added two layers of "method" cultivation, Mo Hua's daily time became tighter, and his tasks heavier.

He wanted to cultivate, wanted to attend class, and still had to teach array classes to the several thousand little junior brothers and little junior sisters of One Pulse Three Mountains.

During class breaks, he still had to learn arrays, learn Chop God Sword, and cultivate Chop Emotion Dao.

Mo Hua had no distracting thoughts and focused on cultivating, having no other concerns for a time.

Just this day, as Mo Hua was cultivating Tai Shang Chop Emotion Dao, he suddenly felt a fluctuation of cause and effect in the dark.

Gu Changhuai's pale and bloody face suddenly appeared in his mind.

Mo Hua was startled.

"...Uncle Gu?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, felt something was wrong, then took out his transmission token and sent a message to Gu Changhuai:

"Uncle Gu, are you alright..."

No response.

Mo Hua waited patiently for a long time, but Gu Changhuai still did not reply.

"What's wrong..."

Mo Hua wrinkled his brow, recalling the time of New Year at the Gu family, when Uncle Gu mentioned the Blood-Sucking Demon Sect, the ten or so Gold Core Demon cultivators, and the Dao Court Division mobilizing people to encircle and suppress the Demon cultivators.

"Is he on a mission for the Dao Court Division and can't use the transmission token, or..."

"Uncle Gu, he won't have anything happen, right..."

A trace of unease rose in Mo Hua's heart.

Night fell.

Qing State City.

Several Gu family cultivators drove a carriage, rushing on the road in a hurry. Their bodies were covered in blood, their eyes anxious, their foreheads full of cold sweat.

When the carriage entered the city and galloped all the way to the Gu family, one person immediately jumped off the horse, ignored everything else, and urgently shouted:

"Quick! Someone! Go invite the Pill Dao Elder!"

The originally quiet Gu family immediately became noisy.

A moment later, the Gu family Pill Master Elder rushed over, lifted the blood-soaked curtain of the carriage that reeked of blood, and saw the carriage full of bloodstains.

And lying in the middle of the carriage was the unconscious Gu Changhuai, whose half-body Dao robe was soaked with blood, his face pale.

His forehead was pitch black.

"Evil energy has entered the brain, the forehead is pitch black..."

Several Gu family elders immediately were shocked, their hearts turning icy cold.

"This is... a death omen..."

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