Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1067: Chapter 670 “Deification” _2 Chapter 1067: Chapter 670 “Deification” _2 The golden-colored Evil Eye trembled slightly but still revealed only a trace of disdain and said coldly,

“So, is this stele what you wanted me to see?”

Mo Hua glanced again at the golden-colored Evil Eye, his gaze deep and contemplative. Suddenly, he broke into a radiant smile and said,

“No, it’s something even better-looking!”

The golden-colored Evil Eye sensed that something was amiss.

Mo Hua grabbed it with both hands and pressed it against the corner of the Taoist Stele.

Caught off guard, the golden-colored Evil Eye saw a splash of red.

This red was brighter than blood, redder than sunlight, and more terrifying than anything else.

A terrifying thunder coursed through it, embodying the cold, merciless Laws of Heaven and carrying the will of the Heavenly Dao to obliterate everything.

“Robbery… Robbery Thunder?!”

The golden-colored Evil Eye let out a shrill scream.

Its sockets trembled, blood vessels bulged, and it struggled desperately, but Mo Hua’s small hands held it tightly.

A flash of scarlet lightning!

In an instant, the Robbery Thunder completely obliterated the golden-colored Evil Eye.

The golden-colored Evil Eye dissolved into a puddle of golden liquid. At the same time, within the Evil Eye was a pure golden, majestic and dreadful horn-shaped phantom struggling, roaring, and unwillingly turning to ashes.

Mo Hua thought to himself, *As expected.*

This pure golden horn-shaped phantom—though its true nature remained unknown—likely had a connection to the will of the Great Wilderness Evil God.

If Mo Hua inadvertently “consumed” it together with the golden-colored Evil Eye, it would surely have left behind future troubles.

An entity like the Evil God, with its unfathomable divine might and powers, had existed for an unknown amount of time.

If one didn’t exercise extreme caution, it would truly be impossible to guard against.

Fortunately, Mo Hua used Robbery Thunder to “purge” the “toxins”…

Otherwise, eating something impure would surely damage his mind.

“Robbery Thunder is truly useful…”

*Mo Hua quietly praised in his heart.*

The golden-colored Evil Eye, destroyed by Robbery Thunder, turned into a pure puddle of “Divine Marrow.”

This Divine Marrow had lost much of its golden luster.

It seemed a significant part of its origin, along with the Evil God’s will, had been destroyed by the Robbery Thunder.

The remaining Divine Marrow was greatly diminished in both quality and quantity.

However, this Divine Marrow was pure, clean, and devoid of any will.

Not only was it safe and healthy, but it was also easier to “digest.”

*Losing some was better than dealing with hidden dangers.*

“I wonder what effect consuming this will have on my Divine Sense,”

“Will I break through?”

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up with anticipation.

He opened his small mouth wide and inhaled sharply, swallowing all of the Divine Marrow.

In an instant, an ancient, mysterious Divine Thought surged into Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness.

Threads of Divine Marrow, resembling blood vessels, seeped into the incarnation of Mo Hua’s Divine Sense.

These “threads of Divine Marrow” wove together obscurely, quietly aligning with the Formation Patterns of the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation, layering and solidifying Mo Hua’s Divine Thought.

It was as though the foundation of Dao Hua had been laid, with Divine Marrow as the building blocks, forming a stairway to divinity.

*In that moment, Mo Hua experienced a peculiar illusion.*

*It felt as if one foot had already stepped into the forbidden realm of a deity.*

He could see the entirety of heaven and earth, countless living beings, as nothing more than fodder before his eyes, the dust beneath his feet.

They worshipped him, prayed to him, and existed under his rule and servitude.

His clear-eyed expression and lively demeanor gradually faded.

In their place emerged a stern and emotionless pale-golden hue.

This pale-golden hue fed on the Divine Marrow, using his eyes as windows, gradually spreading and infiltrating Mo Hua’s incarnation of Divine Sense, fusing with his Divine Thought body.

A faint golden light radiated from Mo Hua’s entire body, making him seem like a “Divine.”

His once adorable features gradually turned dignified, the arrogance and coldness in his eyes growing heavier and more pronounced…

Meanwhile, *his humanity began to erode, bit by bit…*

Just then, the Taoist Stele suddenly resonated with a loud hum.

An ancient, crystalline sound echoed through the Sea of Consciousness.

Mo Hua’s expression shifted abruptly. He snapped out of his daze and immediately sat down for meditation, searching for his true self amidst the bewildering thoughts shaped by the “deity.”

His Taoist Heart radiated divinity yet remained barren.

Mo Hua struggled in his meditation, retracing his essential self.

*Step by step, memories from his childhood began to resurface.*

He recollected every person he met and every experience he endured, one by one.

His parents, Elder Yu, his little companions, his master, Old Kui, his Junior Brother, his Senior Sister…

*Feelings of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; the ups and downs of life; all kinds of emotions slowly welled up within him.*

*Mo Hua’s barren inner world felt as though it were being nourished by a spring rain; his humanity gradually revived.*

The cold, solemn pale-golden hue in his eyes slowly dissipated, and the clarity and liveliness in his gaze gradually returned.

No one knew how much time passed, but Mo Hua’s gaze had returned to normal.

The faint golden Divine Marrow completely retreated, concentrated within the incarnation of his Divine Sense, merging into the “flesh” of his Divine Thoughts…

Mo Hua stared at his hands and furrowed his brows.

His Divine Sense hadn’t strengthened.

Or rather, it had gained a bit of strength, but not by much, remaining stuck at the Sixteen Patterns realm.

Yet, his Divine Sense seemed to have undergone a slight “quality change.”

Deep within his Divine Thought body were faint, wisps of pale golden “Godblood” intertwining.

This was the golden Divine Marrow he had ingested and refined, now belonging to him.

*He sensed that his Divine Sense had achieved a truly unique “quality.”*

*This was the Divine Sense of a “deity.”*

His Divine Sense had grown stronger.

But this strength was not reflected in his realm; rather, it lay in its “divine quality.”

This seemed to represent two entirely different dimensions of Divine Sense.

It was also the fundamental difference between a cultivator and a deity.