Mo Hua completely collapsed on the ground.
Too tired.
That Little Green-faced Ghost must have consumed the Divine Sense of countless people, forming such colossal Divine Thoughts.
Mo Hua had no idea how many Formations he had drawn before that mass of Divine Thoughts was finally depleted.
On the Taoist Stele before him, most of it was covered with Formations drawn by Mo Hua, layers upon layers, densely packed, and looking extremely complex.
Mo Hua thought about erasing these Formations, but suddenly he hesitated.
If he erased these Formations, would the Divine Sense that was consumed to draw them return and re-fill his Sea of Consciousness?
Uncertain, Mo Hua decided to erase one and see what would happen.
Mo Hua reached out and erased a First-grade Five Elements Single Formation.
The Divine Sense did not return.
Mo Hua stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, then understood.
