Chapter 1699: Chapter 870: I Want to Learn the Sword_4 The old man felt a tremor in his heart. He understood that the path of the Sword technique cultivated at the Taixu Gate might have deviated from the start. Only cultivating Sword Intent, without emphasizing Divine Thought. They were almost like "severing an arm" to cultivate the Divine Thought into sword True Jue. Perhaps... if a cultivator who has proven the Divine Sense could cultivate the Divine Thought into sword, it might open up a whole new world? The old man couldn’t help but look at Mo Hua, and the once dead silent emotion within him seemed to come back to life. More than anyone, he wished to pass down this inheritance. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 Yet this idea had been forcibly suppressed by him for hundreds of years. He silently watched Mo Hua and finally let out a sigh. He knew in his heart, truly teaching this child the Divine Thought into sword would undoubtedly harm him. This Sword technique is a double-edged sword. The sharper it kills others, the more fiercely it can harm its user. Over the years, because of this Sword technique, countless Sword Dao geniuses with all sorts of extraordinary talents have perished unexpectedly. He didn’t want to add another to that list. Mo Hua seemed to see through the old man’s thoughts and said, "Old Master, people are bound to die..." The long-bearded old man was slightly bewildered, wondering what Mo Hua meant by this. Mo Hua’s gaze was bright and he continued: "Just because one will eventually die, doesn’t mean one shouldn’t live." "Similarly, no matter how dangerous the Sword Dao is, one shouldn’t stop cultivating because of its danger." "The Great Dao is vast and far-reaching. Many cultivators might spend their entire lives never achieving the Dao and die along the way, but those truly aspiring for immortality won’t give up on seeking the Great Dao." Mo Hua’s eyes were bright and brilliant, like stars. The heart of the long-bearded old man was shaken. This child... Where did he cultivate such a clear "Taoist Heart"? The old man pondered for a moment, gradually calming his emotions, looked seriously, and slowly asked: "What is your name?" Mo Hua respectfully said, "Replying to the old master, my name is Mo Hua." Mo Hua... The old man silently repeated the name in his heart and nodded: "Alright, I agree to teach you Divine Thought into sword!" Mo Hua was overjoyed and quickly said, "Thank you, old master!" The old man said, "It’s getting late today, you should go back. From now on, every seven days, I will bring you to the Sword Tomb of the back mountain to learn Divine Thought into sword True Jue with me." "How well you learn will depend on your own understanding and fortune." "However, let me preface by saying, if one day I find out that this Sword technique has led you astray, or if you use it to bully others, recklessly wielding a sword, or do evil with this Sword technique, I will abolish your Divine Thought Sword Skill and expel you from the Taixu Gate without hesitation." Mo Hua’s expression became solemn, nodding seriously: "Old Master, the disciple remembers." The long-bearded old man glanced at Mo Hua, seeing the seriousness and correctness in Mo Hua’s gaze, he nodded slightly: "Good, I will send you out now. After you leave, you must remember not to mention anything about this place to anyone." "Remember, it’s anyone, including your parents, relatives, brothers, and anyone within the Taixu Gate." "Yes!" Mo Hua nodded seriously. The long-bearded old man said no more, his withered arm tore through the void and then grabbed Mo Hua, throwing him inside. Mo Hua was this way, a world spinning, and bewilderedly returned to the Disciple’s Residence. On the ground, the Formation he had half-drawn still remained. And everything just now, now thinking back on it, felt like a dream. Mo Hua pinched his cheek, which hurt a little, obviously not dreaming, and then his eyes couldn’t help but shine. Finally... He could learn authentic Divine Thought into sword! ... Meanwhile, at the Sword Tomb in the back mountain. After sending Mo Hua away, the long-bearded old man continued to sit silently, his mind filled with thoughts. He did not know whether this decision was right. But perhaps, this was indeed his last chance, and his last attempt in this lifetime... To take a different path, using the path of proving the Divine Sense to cultivate the spell point of Divine Thought into sword. Cultivators who have proven the Divine Sense are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. And seedlings with such overwhelmingly powerful Divine Sense are even rarer. If he missed this chance, he might not encounter another in this lifetime, no, even if he lived for two more lifetimes. "Mo Hua..." The long-bearded old man whispered the name again, then took out a bamboo strip, shaved it into a bamboo sword, and engraved the words "Mo Hua" on it. With a heavy heart, he placed this bamboo sword on a Sword Tomb in front of him. This particular Sword Tomb was quite special, with many bamboo swords stuck into it, each bearing the name of a cultivator. These names are known only to him, and will be buried in the earth with him, utterly forgotten. The bamboo sword engraved with "Mo Hua" was an ordinary bamboo sword, and placed at the end. The long-bearded old man did this merely as a formality. But the moment the bamboo sword was inserted into the Sword Tomb. The Sword Qi in the Forbidden Land suddenly surged, and the broken swords buried within the Sword Tomb let out a low hum. An ancient Sword Intent seemed to awaken, transforming into wisps of white smoke, rising from the withered-grave Sword Tombs, intertwining into a magnificent sword cloud. Patriarch Dugu’s pupils contracted sharply, momentarily forgetting to breathe. For the first time in hundreds of years, a strand of unbelievable shock stirred within his placid heart.