Chapter 975 Vision
In the sea of consciousness, under the Dao monument.
Ink painting meditates attentively, calming the mind. When the Taoist heart is like a clear mirror, neither sad nor happy, calm, and completely flawless, then he reaches out and holds the golden rays of the third grade essence, swallows it in one gulp, and refines it instantly. change.
There seems to be only one strand of the third-grade divine essence, but it is extremely majestic and pure.
An extremely pure spiritual thought instantly filled the whole body.
The pure gold marrow was integrated into the limbs and bones of the ink-painted incarnation of the divine mind, gradually repairing the marrow that was lost during the battle with the evil fetus in Gushan.
Wisps of unconscious innate laws born from heaven and earth, integrated into the way of gods, are also integrated into the origin of ink painting bit by bit.
It's like repairing a "congenitally defective" god.
It is also like making a "god" who is not a god complete the essential transformation.
The mind of the ink painting is clear, the divinity is gradually perfected, and the incarnation of the divine mind is also nourished bit by bit by these three levels of divine marrow, and is completed step by step.
The bottleneck of spiritual consciousness that had hindered him for a long time also began to loosen.
The laws of heaven are no longer suppressed.
It was as if the heaven in the dark had allowed him to break through the realm.
In a daze, Mo Hua understood.
Why, I was only a little short before, but no matter how I tempered my sea of consciousness and devoured my spiritual consciousness, I could not break through the twenty lines.
That's because strictly speaking, his current spiritual consciousness is already close to a "demigod" existence.
The development and evolution of all things in heaven and earth follow the way of heaven.
The "Tao" of evolution between humans and gods is different.
His body is still human.
But his spiritual thoughts have broken away from the category of ordinary "human beings".
Heaven's requirements for him are naturally different from those of ordinary "people".
An ordinary monk would practice formations every day and hone his sea of consciousness. If he devoured so much mental power, he would definitely have reached the twenty lines long ago.
But he is different.
It is necessary to swallow the third-grade divine marrow, nourish the divine consciousness, fill the divine head, and supplement the Taoism, so that one's divine thoughts can go a step further on the "qualitative" level, and even reach the standard of "god".
In this way, Heaven will allow him to break through the realm.
After realizing it, Mo Hua was a little unhappy.
He is obviously a human being and has broken through to the realm of divine consciousness, yet he acts so harshly.
Tiandao is clearly "racially" discriminating.
However, even as a young foundation-building monk, he couldn't find reason with Heaven.
He could only follow the established laws of heaven and earth and let his consciousness evolve like this step by step.
It’s hard to say what ink painting will eventually evolve into.
But since it is based on the framework of "gods", it won't be that weak after thinking about it.
Mo Hua calmed down and continued to refine the divine marrow, digest it bit by bit, and turn all the spiritual thoughts, laws, Taoism, divinity, etc. contained in the divine marrow into nutrients to nourish and strengthen his own spiritual consciousness. .
His consciousness is growing little by little.
The origin of his spiritual thoughts is also undergoing the tempering of Taoist laws, refining impurities and becoming more and more pure.
The original color, also in this kind of "tempering" like "cleansing the tendons and cutting the marrow", is infinitely close to "pure gold".
No gold is pure, and no man is perfect.
But the spiritual thoughts of ink painting are being tempered, evolving towards "pure gold" little by little.
This process is extremely slow.
The closer you get to the end, the less you miss, and the slower the "tempering" speed becomes.
But Mo Hua was in no hurry.
The way of heaven is constant.
When the melon is ripe, the stem will naturally fall off, and when water comes, it will naturally fall off.
Understand the way of heaven, let nature take its course, take it as it comes, and it will come true. There is no need to rush for success.
Adhering to this natural mentality, Mo Hua was in a peaceful state of mind and his mind was clear. He just took advantage of this opportunity to experience this change in his mind.
Understand how the divine thoughts of the gods are tempered and complete the evolution of Taoism.
This point is inherent in the gifted gods, so there is no need to learn or understand it.
But ink paintings are not gods in nature.
These things that the gods have innately take for granted as Taoism, but for ink painting, they are completely unfamiliar laws.
Therefore, he is watching, learning, thinking, and comprehending.
Understand these laws.
Thinking about the nature of divine law.
This is something only people can do.
In this understanding, the understanding of "Taoism" in ink painting is further deepened.
Some divine laws turned into nutrients and integrated into his subconscious. Unknowingly, the last "impurities" in his spiritual thoughts were completely refined and turned into flawless gold.
At this point, the spiritual thoughts in the ink painting are pure gold, pure, flawless and dazzling.
The bottleneck was completely shattered and eliminated without a trace.
The golden avenue of "gods" descends from the sky and is paved on the path of destiny in the ink painting. It intersects with his path as a "human" and blends together.
The way of God and the way of humanity blend and resonate.
The spiritual thoughts of the ink painting have finally reached the twenty lines.
Twenty patterns, divine consciousness formed elixir!
At that moment, the world changed.
A golden light of spiritual thought rose into the sky, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, illuminating the entire night sky of Taixu Mountain during the day.
Then the golden light spread around, spreading out the leaves, and manifested into a pure golden tree of divine power with golden light and flowing laws.
On this tree of divine power, what blooms is not the branches and leaves, but the formations!
With the array pattern as the branches and leaves, the array hub as the trunk, and the innate laws as the array eyes, it is a tree of divine authority that reaches the sky and the earth, and is dazzling with golden flowers.
The laws of the great road circulate among them.
The golden light spreads, thousands of formations, like thousands of pear blossoms blooming, covering the sky and the earth, covering the entire Taixu Mountain.
But this astonishing picture is a scene in the mind of God.
Most foundation building disciples cannot see it at all.
They were still immersed in their dreams, and occasionally they looked up at the sky. What they could see was still the quiet Taixu Mountain, the cool moonlight, the deep mountain courtyard, and the quiet night.
Elder Jindan could feel a faint palpitation in his heart.
But when they looked up at the sky, they could only see a faint, indistinct, unknown light.
Only monks in the Ascension Realm can see some signs of spiritual thoughts.
I saw wisps of dazzling golden light, and some lines that looked like "branches" and "array patterns".
In the small academy, the head of Taixu, who was reading at night, frowned and looked at the sky with a confused expression.
“What is this?”
"Vision?"
"It doesn't look like...bits and pieces..."
"Why did it appear in my Taixu Gate? Who did it..."
Master Taixu frowned.
Outside the small academy, the big white dog suddenly woke up and was so shocked that he barked "bark" at the sky.
Elder's residence.
Mr. Xun was still deducing the compass and thinking about the Shen family. The next moment, it was like the rising sun in the dark night. The bright golden light poured into the house through the window, illuminating the whole house brightly.
Mr. Xun was stunned and turned to look out the window. His eyes immediately went blank and he was stunned.
Dongxu's spiritual thoughts allowed him to see the whole picture.
He saw, in the bright light that filled the sky, the giant golden law tree whose branches and leaves spread out to the sky and the earth, covering the entire Taixu Mountain.
On the golden giant tree, every branch and leaf is a secondary formation, with formation patterns connected together into one, mysterious and mysterious.
This grand scene, which is beautiful, majestic, sacred and solemn, and has profound meaning, made him, the ancestor of Dongxu, feel an indescribable impact.
Mr. Xun stared blankly, forgetting to blink.
It wasn't until the bright scenes in the sky disappeared, night enveloped the mountains, and the world returned to silence that Mr. Xun came back to his senses.
The astonishing afterimage just now is still imprinted in his mind, but now it has returned to nothingness. Mr. Xun couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
But at the same time, a sense of disbelief arose spontaneously.
"What happened? Is this... a vision of heaven and earth?"
"What vision?"
"Someone is forming an elixir? No, it's impossible. How can the vision of forming an elixir be so grand?"
"Is that someone becoming an immortal, or is it a cave?"
"There is no such person in my Taixu Sect..."
Mr. Xun stared out the window blankly, looking at the quiet night sky and the quiet Taixu Mountain Court. Suddenly he was stunned and noticed a slight violation.
"That's not right..."
"With such an amazing vision, why is the mountain gate so quiet?"
The disciples did not make any noise, the elders did not go out, and the entire Taixu Mountain was still immersed in the night, peaceful and quiet, as usual.
"They...can't see it?"
"This is...a spiritual vision?!"
A vision of heaven and earth composed of divine thoughts that only Master Yuhua, and even monks above Ancestor Dongxu, can see with their own eyes?
Mr. Xun felt suffocated and his breathing slowed down.
"What on earth is going on?"
"Why does my Taixu Sect produce such spiritual visions..."
Before Mr. Xun thought about it carefully, a name jumped out of his heart:
"Ink painting!"
In the Taixu Sect, the only thing with strange and extraordinary consciousness is the ink painting.
"What happened to Mo Hua? Is this vision related to Mo Hua?"
Mr. Xun thought it was impossible, but he frowned and felt really uneasy. He simply dropped the compass and disappeared in a flash...
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The disciples live inside.
Mo Hua, who was focused on making breakthroughs, still knew nothing about the vision. The golden light fills the sky, and the long night is like day.
The sacred tree is in bloom, covering the sky and the earth.
Such a spectacular vision, the ink painting that the spiritual mind placed in the sea of consciousness and broke through, could not be seen at all.
He just sneaked around, ate some divine marrow, and improved his spiritual consciousness.
But now, after refining the divine marrow and fully absorbing it, he finally got what he wanted, breaking through the shackles, breaking through the bottleneck, and raising his consciousness to the twenty lines.
Moreover, now his spiritual thoughts have turned into truly pure gold, dazzling and flawless without any impurities.
Mo Hua was very excited.
He couldn't help but practice the sword transformation with his spiritual thoughts in the sea of consciousness for a few times, and admired the pure gold body transformed by his spiritual thoughts. Then he was satisfied and exited the sea of consciousness.
But as soon as he opened his eyes, Mo Hua saw a pair of turbid but deep eyes staring at him with bright eyes.
Mo Hua was startled and startled. After looking closely, he could see who it was.
"Mr. Xun...Mr. Xun?"
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Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting with complicated eyes and asked thoughtfully: "Are you... okay?"
"What's the matter..." Mo Hua was a little confused.
"Your consciousness..."
Mo Hua was startled for a moment, and then he understood immediately.
Mr. Xun discovered his breakthrough in consciousness!
Mo Hua was a little shocked.
I sneaked around in the middle of the night and quietly broke through to the twenty-first level with my spiritual consciousness without making any noise, so that Mr. Xun could be noticed immediately?
He is worthy of being the Patriarch of Dongxu, whose cultivation level reaches the sky and is unfathomable!
But what he didn't know was that the vision he created filled the sky with golden light, which almost blinded Mr. Xun.
If Mr. Xun can't notice it, then there really is a ghost...
Mr. Xun is not an outsider, and he treats himself very well.
Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, and without hiding anything, he whispered: "Old sir, I should be... forming a pill..."
"Make a pill?" Mr. Xun was startled. He looked at the ink painting which was still only at the foundation-building level. His eyes were puzzled, "What kind of pill did you make?"
Mo Hua whispered: "My consciousness... has formed a pill."
Divine awareness elixir?
Mr. Xun paused and did not react for a moment.
When he understood what Mo Hua was talking about, he felt a chill rushing straight to the sky. His scalp was numb and his head was buzzing. Even his voice was trembling:
"Your...spiritual consciousness...formed a pill?"
Mo Hua nodded honestly, feeling a little strange in his heart.
Didn’t the ancestor come here knowing that he had formed an elixir? Why was he shocked?
Doesn't he know that he has formed a pill?
Then why did he come?
Old Mr. Confirmed.
It’s really...the elixir of divine consciousness! !
Mr. Xun's breath was suffocated, and the palms hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly.
There is nothing wrong with forming pills. Taixu Sect has many disciples forming pills every year.
For ordinary monks, forming an elixir is a major threshold in a monk's life.
But in the eyes of Ancestor Dongxu like him, who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, Golden Pill is actually just the beginning.
In his life, he has seen all kinds of golden elixir monks, not to mention the number of them.
But...in the realm of foundation building, forming pills with divine consciousness? !
This is really no joke...
Not to mention his life, even if the Taixu Sect has been around for thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years ago, it is unique in the history of monasticism where the three sects merged into one!
Spiritual consciousness cannot be cultivated, so the realm of cultivation is the criterion.
Generally speaking, being able to surpass one level is already a gift.
It's unbelievable to exceed two or three levels.
But now, ink painting has reached a new level!
This step to the great realm is not a difference of one line, but a disparity of more than double.
Even his ancestor, Dongxu, found it a bit scary.
Even if he knew that Mo Hua was talented in the way of spiritual consciousness, no matter how good he was, he didn't dare to think about it at all.
Mr. Xun glanced at the ink painting and saw that his eyes were clear and translucent, full of divinity, and had a hint of the depth of understanding the world.
All kinds of temperaments blend together, and in a trance, he looks like an innocent devil, a young god, and even more like a monster with wisdom and almost a monster.
Even Mr. Xun began to doubt the "variety" of ink paintings at this time.
Is this really a qualification that "people" can have...
"This time the Taixu Sect may have really raised an incredible 'little ancestor'..." Mr. Xun said in shock.
"Ancestor, is there something wrong?" Mo Hua was still a little confused.
When Mr. Xun saw this, he knew that Mo Hua had not realized the seriousness of the problem at all.
And this matter may be more terrifying than he had expected before.
"When did your consciousness form a pill?" Mr. Xun asked in a deep voice.
"Just now..."
"Who else knows?"
Mo Hua shook his head.
Mr. Xun breathed a sigh of relief, and then said in an extremely solemn tone:
"You must never tell anyone about this matter. Remember, no one can tell it! Even if someone notices it, he will kill it and never admit it!"
Establishing foundation cultivation, forming pills with divine consciousness, surpassing a great realm, completely subverting the known laws of heaven.
Once the news leaks out, it will definitely cause an uproar in the cultivation world and cause countless forces to covet him.
He was jealous of others, framed by others, attracted by others, seduced by others, murdered by others, imprisoned by others... and even fell into a huge vortex of conspiracy, attracting all kinds of fatal disasters.
It is not impossible to even be caught, treated as a human mouse, cut open for cranial sectioning, and conducted research...
When he thought of this, Mr. Xun felt chills in his heart.
Mo Hua also knew he was afraid and nodded seriously.
"Don't forget, even if you kill me, don't tell me."
"Yeah!"
Seeing that Mo Hua's expression was solemn, and he obviously knew what was at stake, Mr. Xun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately, he thought of another question: "Do you have any visions when you form a pill with your spiritual consciousness?"
"A vision?" Mo Hua frowned, "What vision?"
He really doesn't know.
Mr. Xun frowned and was a little unsure.
The scene of golden light and sacred trees covering the sky came to mind again, and Mr. Xun pondered in his heart:
"The scene just now, that golden tree, is the vision of the ink painting of divine consciousness forming a pill?"
"It shouldn't be possible...it's just pill formation, it's unlikely to have such a grand scene..."
"But in the realm of foundation building, the formation of spiritual consciousness is too 'deviant' and has gone beyond the common sense of heaven. From this perspective, it is not impossible..."
"Is this vision caused by ink painting..."
Seeing that the ink painting was not clear even by himself, Mr. Xun sighed slightly in his heart.
"That's all. Regardless of whether it is true or not, we still have to find a way to cover it up and not arouse suspicion."
Mr. Xun's expression returned to normal, and he pretended to be indifferent and said: "It's nothing, I just asked."
"Oh." Mo Hua nodded without thinking much.
"Remember what I said, don't think too much about anything else, and have a good rest." Mr. Xun warned again.
"Yes, old sir, I remember everything." Mo Hua said seriously.
"Okay."
Mr. Xun nodded slightly, took another deep look at the ink painting, and then left the disciple residence in a flash.
A crack in the void flashed, and Mr. Xun returned to the elder's residence. Before he could sit down, a guest arrived.
He is the head of Taixu Sect.
"Ancestor, there seems to be something unusual in the sky just now..." Head Taixu frowned.
Mr. Xun's heart moved and he said quietly: "What did you see?"
"There seems to be strands of golden light on the horizon, and there are also some scattered mysterious lines..." said the headmaster of Taixu.
Mr. Xun knew that they had not really seen that scene, so he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking for a moment, he said:
"It's just a small vision. It's not a big deal. It's been taken care of. Tell the other elders who saw it so they don't make a fuss, but don't spread the word."
No fuss, but no word?
The head of Taixu thought it was a bit strange, but what the ancestor said must have a deep meaning. It is estimated that there are some things in it that are not convenient to talk about.
The head of Taixu said: "Okay, I'll go talk to them."
"Yeah." Mr. Xun nodded.
"Then I won't disturb the ancestor." Head Taixu retreated.
Mr. Xun sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. Before he could take a sip, someone else came.
Harsh shattering sounds sounded one after another.
In the living room of the elder's residence, three void cracks suddenly opened.
Ancestor Tai'amen, Ancestor Chongxu Sect, and Ancestor Murong from Taixu Sect all came over in an instant.
The sound was a little noisy for a while.
"Brother Xun...Did I just get so excited that my eyesight was dazzled..."
"I seemed to see a big tree."
"The golden light dazzled me..."
"The vision of heaven and earth... is outrageous..."
Mr. Xun sighed, his head hurt.
After all, the leader of Taixu is a junior, and he only has the cultivation level of Yuhua. He can't see everything fully, and it's easy to fool him.
But these old guys are all weak-sighted and can see clearly. In addition, after living for so long, one or two castles are very deep, so they are not that easy to fool.
Mo Hua, this kid, can really poke trouble...
(End of chapter)