Contrary to what Mo Hua expected, the Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation does not produce a "clone" but a "shadow of ink."
Simultaneously illusory and real, layers of shadows piled upon one another, they draped over Mo Hua like a Taoist robe.
This "Taoist Robe" appeared similar to that of Gui Tao's people, yet different.
Pitch black but still very clean.
Free of filth, free of bloodshed, it exuded a trace of eeriness that seemed untainted by the secular world.
The eyes of Mo Hua had also become more profound, emitting a somber shadow of Gui Tao's path, yet it did not feel empty or terrifying; instead, his Divine Sense was brilliant and vibrant within.
His pupils were pitch black, filled with splendor.
He dominated the people of Gui Tao, rather than being enslaved by the Gui Tao.
"This is... Uncle's Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation..."
"And this is... the true form of the Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation?"
Mo Hua looked around at himself.
