After dinner, Mo Hua practiced Formation for a while before lying in bed to rest with his eyes closed, waiting until 1 p.m. to enter the Sea of Consciousness.
Inside the Sea of Consciousness, the insubstantial Taoist Stele emerged.
Mo Hua scrutinized the Taoist Stele and found it perfectly normal, just as always.
Mo Hua was somewhat disappointed.
He had thought that after consuming the Little Green-faced Ghost and refining its Divine Thought, and with his Divine Sense prematurely establishing its foundation, this Taoist Stele would undergo some change, conjuring some profound transformations.
But it seemed he had expected too much.
The Taoist Stele was intangible, ancient, profound, and silent, just like the Great Dao, everlasting through the ages.
Mo Hua silently watched the Taoist Stele.
