In the sea of ​​consciousness, under the Tao monument.

He meditated attentively in Mo Hua to calm his mind. When his heart was like a clear mirror, neither sad nor happy, calm and flawless, he stretched out his hand to hold the golden rays of the Third Grade Spirit, swallowed it in one gulp, and refined it instantly.

change.

There seems to be only one strand of the third-grade divine essence, but it is majestic and extremely pure.

An extremely pure spiritual thought instantly filled the whole body.

The pure gold marrow was integrated into the limbs and bones of the incarnation of the ink-painted divine mind, gradually repairing the marrow that was lost during the battle with the evil fetus in Gushan.

Wisps of unconscious innate laws that are born from heaven and earth and 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 thought 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.

Suddenly, Mo Hua understood.

Why, I was clearly just a little short before, but no matter how much I tempered my sea of ​​consciousness and devoured my spiritual consciousness, I couldn't 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 ordinary "human" category.

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, and 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".

Only in this way will Heaven allow him to break through the realm.

After realizing this, Mo Hua was a little unhappy.

I am obviously a human being who has broken through the realm of divine consciousness, yet I am so harsh.

Tiandao is clearly "racially" discriminating.

However, even as a young foundation-building monk, he couldn't find reason with the way of 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 we are following the framework of "gods", I think it won't be that weak.

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.

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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 is not in a 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 gods’ spiritual thoughts 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 in the eyes of the gods, but for ink painting, they are completely unfamiliar laws.

Therefore, he is watching, learning, thinking, and understanding.

Understand these laws.

Thinking about the nature of divine laws.

This is something only people can do.

In this understanding, the understanding of "Taoism" in ink painting is further deepened.

Some of the laws of the divine marrow were 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 fate in the ink painting. It intersects with his path as a "human" and blends together.

Shinto and humanity blend and resonate.

The spiritual thoughts of ink painting have finally reached 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 at dawn.

Then the golden light spread around, spreading out and scattering leaves, manifesting into a pure golden tree of divine authority with golden light and flowing laws.

On this tree of divine power, what blooms is not the branches and leaves, but the formations!

With formation patterns as branches and leaves, formation hubs as branches, and innate laws as formation eyes, it is a tree of divine authority that reaches into the sky and reaches the earth, 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 amazing 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, Master Taixu, who was reading at night by candlelight, 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 it 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.
To be continued...