Chapter 363: Rest and Recovery
Chapter 363: Rest and Recovery
Mo Hua jotted down the divine pattern, and his spiritual sense was completely exhausted, causing him to collapse on the ground.
As he lost consciousness, he vaguely felt many cultivators calling his name as they rushed towards him, their voices filled with urgency.
Among them were his father, Mo Shan, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Commander Yang, and many other familiar faces.
Then he fell into a deep slumber.
...
Zhang Lan, Mo Shan, and the others hurried to Mo Hua's side. Seeing the bloodstain on his temple and his weak breath, they were relieved to find his pulse stable and his blood qi flowing smoothly.
The group then sent Mo Hua to Mr. Feng for treatment.
At the same time, Mr. Zhuang still stood in the corridor outside the bamboo room, gazing at the distant sky over the deep mountains, deep in thought.
In that sky, there had been Feng Shi's surging blood qi, the grand array's majestic spiritual power, the disintegrating force of obliteration, and the terrifying tribulation lightning.
But now, everything had vanished, leaving the horizon wide open as if nothing had ever happened.
This was the sky, this was the Dao.
Even as the world underwent turbulent changes, they would soon become fleeting memories, leaving no trace behind.
Mr. Zhuang stared into the distance, lost in thought, his mind drifting to unknown places.
From dusk till deep into the night, he remained there.
Guai Lao could no longer bear to watch, and he said coldly, "If you don't rest, you will die."
"Who can escape death?" Mr. Zhuang replied.
"Then at least find a more interesting way to die. Don't just wither away like this." Guai Lao prodded.
Mr. Zhuang remained silent, continuing his silent contemplation.
Guai Lao was taken aback, worried that he might be contemplating suicide, so he asked, "What are you thinking about? You've been lost in thought for so long."
"I'm thinking..." Mr. Zhuang said softly, "How long can I keep hiding?"
"You can hide as long as you can. Isn't that how you've always been, just getting by?" Guai Lao retorted coldly.
Mr. Zhuang sighed. "But what's the point of it all?"
Guai Lao frowned.
Mr. Zhuang continued, "Whether I live one more day or a few more days, it makes no difference..."
Guai Lao's gaze sharpened. "What do you want to do?"
Mr. Zhuang remained silent, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
There, in the distance, had been Mo Hua's silhouette.
With the collapse of the grand array and the dissipation of the tribulation lightning, Mo Hua's stance atop Da Hei Mountain was forever etched in Mr. Zhuang's memory.
As night fell, the darkness deepened.
Mr. Zhuang's body was swallowed by the night, but his eyes shone like stars, glowing with hope.
...
Mo Hua woke up in a daze, feeling a presence by his side. It was his mother, Liu Ruhua.
Liu Ruhua's eyes were red from crying, and she tightly held Mo Hua's small hand as if she had been taking care of him. But due to her exhaustion, she had fallen asleep next to him.
Mo Hua felt a warmth in his heart, along with a twinge of pain. He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Liu Ruhua's eyes.
Liu Ruhua woke up startled, her eyes widening as she saw Mo Hua's smiling face, finally allowing her to relax.
She breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart. Gently, she said, "You're awake. Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."
Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he listed a whole bunch of foods he wanted to eat.
Liu Ruhua was taken aback but soon laughed. "You're still such a glutton."
She then instructed, "Mr. Feng said your sea of consciousness has been damaged, but it's not serious. Just rest well for a few days, and you'll be fine."
"But your eyes... I don't know what you saw, but they were injured. In the coming days, you may occasionally experience blindness or difficulty seeing clearly. Be very careful during those times."
"Mr. Feng has already refined several batches of pills for you to take daily. After some time, we'll ask Mr. Feng to take another look..."
Liu Ruhua rambled on.
Mo Hua listened quietly, nodding repeatedly.
After a while, Mo Shan entered the room as well. Seeing that Mo Hua was awake, he, too, felt relieved.
However, his concern was so overwhelming that he didn't know how to express it, so he simply asked, "Are you alright?"
Mo Hua nodded, "Mm-hmm!"
Mo Shan let out a breath, feeling as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Mo Hua reassured her, "Mother, don't worry. I've calculated everything, and there won't be any problems. It just looked a little dangerous..."
Mo Shan, standing by their side, felt helpless as he listened. How could something that caused such a terrifying ruckus, turned Feng Shi into flying ashes, and attracted tribulation lightning be described as "a little dangerous"?
Liu Ruhua was also skeptical. "Are you sure you calculated it all?"
"Yes!" Mo Hua nodded, "Array formations never lie. Life is life, and death is death. I left an escape route, so I definitely wouldn't die!"
Liu Ruhua didn't understand any of it, but seeing Mo Hua's confident and earnest expression, she couldn't help but pinch his little face gently and smile softly, "Okay, Mother believes you."
Mo Hua smiled back, his eyes curving into crescent moons.
Mo Shan, looking at his wife and son, felt his gaze soften as well.
Subsequently, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Zhou Zhangsi, and others came to visit Mo Hua, bringing him various gifts, most of which were edible treats—some for replenishing blood, calming the mind, and nourishing qi...
Mo Hua was grateful and very pleased.
When they inquired about the grand array's collapse, Mo Hua didn't mention the cryptic word "collapse." Instead, he explained that he found a way to make the grand array "self-destruct."
The concept of array collapse was a closely guarded secret within the array formation lineage, and it was best not to divulge it lightly.
As for how it self-destructed, Mo Hua spoke vaguely, using terms like "array pivot" and "array patterns" that sounded plausible.
The visitors saw how seriously Mo Hua was speaking and believed him without question.
After all, whether Mo Hua was telling the truth or not, they wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
For array masters, grand arrays were already profound enough, let alone understanding their collapse.
And for non-array cultivators, even ordinary arrays were bewildering, much less grand arrays and their collapse.
As long as they knew that the grand array had self-destructed, the powerful demon had been slain, and Mo Hua was safe, that was all that mattered.
With these thoughts in mind, everyone felt a sense of relief, especially Elder Yu.
He never imagined that their combined efforts would actually succeed in killing a powerful demon.
This was an unprecedented feat in the thousands of years of Tongxian City's history, and Mo Hua played a significant part in it.
Mo Hua had helped Tongxian City, and by extension, he had helped them...
Elder Yu and the others quietly remembered this in their hearts.
Afterwards, to avoid disturbing Mo Hua's rest, the group took their leave.
Mo Hua's injuries weren't too severe, and after a few days of recuperation with Mr. Feng, he returned home.
His sea of consciousness was slowly healing, and in the short term, he couldn't draw array formations or use his spiritual sense excessively, so Mo Hua took this opportunity to rest and relax.
Additionally, his eyesight would occasionally fail him, as if he had seen something he wasn't supposed to—the patterns that contained the ultimate truths of the world.
As a result, the scenes he beheld now sometimes appeared illusory, as if veiled by a layer of white, ethereal phantasm, blurring the line between reality and fantasy.
Mr. Feng didn't know what Mo Hua had witnessed, but based on his injuries, he stated matter-of-factly:
"Your eyes have been scorched by something, and it's normal to have occasional blurred vision. It will heal with time."
Mo Hua was relieved to hear this, as he certainly didn't want to be half-blind.
(End of Chapter)
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