Chapter 1802: Chapter 900: Dream Omen The Divine Marrow truly is a treasure! Mo Hua pondered for a moment in his heart. From the information Sister Xia provided, it was known that the dozen or so Golden Core Demon Cultivators’ leaders in the Demon Sect most likely each harbored a Divine Remain. The hosting of a Divine Remain was the "blessing" given by the Evil God to the Golden Core Demon Cultivators. Yet, it also turned these Golden Core Demon Cultivators into "puppets." For Mo Hua, these Golden Core Demon Cultivators were like "storage bags" containing Divine Marrow. As long as he killed these Golden Core Demon Cultivators, he could find a way to obtain the Divine Marrow. However... Mo Hua was unable to determine whether killing Golden Core Demon Cultivators to gain Divine Marrow was easier, or if slaying the Evil Embryo and refining the Divine Marrow was simpler. Both killing a Golden Core and slaying an Evil Embryo did not seem like easy tasks. In comparison, perhaps slaying the Evil Embryo was more "practical"—at least he was earnestly, step-by-step, on the path of "slaying the Evil Embryo." But killing Golden Core Demon Cultivators... was not only dangerous, but there were also many variables. Uncle Gu, who was in the Golden Core Realm, nearly lost his life; not to mention himself, just a small Foundation Establishment cultivator. In the killing game among the Golden Core at the Third-Grade State Boundary, there was no room for him to interfere. To think of obtaining Divine Marrow by killing Golden Core is almost an unrealistic dream. Mo Hua furrowed his brows. But he couldn’t just ignore the matter. Because of Uncle Gu’s involvement. Uncle Gu had "mixed" with him for too long; he had his hand in many matters and got wrapped up in too much cause and effect, which led to him being targeted by the Evil God’s force. That’s why a Golden Core Realm Demon Cultivator would rather self-destruct his Golden Core and take him down too... Although Uncle Gu himself once said he was a Supervisor of the Taoist Court, whose duty was to apprehend Evil Demon Cultivators, which was part of his responsibilities. But to be honest, there’s much contributed by his presence too. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂 If it weren’t for him, the "troublemaker," Uncle Gu probably wouldn’t have been entangled so deeply in the puzzle of the Evil God. Previously, capturing the peak Second Grade Sin Cultivator at the Second-Grade State Boundary was fine. Now, a Supervisor at the Initial Golden Core stage has to confront the bloodthirsty Demon Sect at the Third-Grade State Boundary, where over ten Golden Core Demon Cultivators reside, fighting openly and secretly. Living in blood and storm, who knows, he may lose his life due to a slight mistake someday. Mo Hua sighed. Even though Uncle Gu is cold and indifferent, he is a great good person, and it would be a pity if he died. "Isn’t there a way to help the Taoist Court hunt Golden Core Demon Cultivators, protect Uncle Gu’s safety, and earn some Divine Marrow in the process?" Of course, the Divine Marrow is secondary. His primary concern is Uncle Gu’s safety. Mo Hua nodded, but after pondering for a long time, he was still at a loss. Cultivation is like an "iron wall" between cultivators. If your cultivation is insufficient, many things just can’t be done, no matter what. Besides, the gap between Foundation Building Middle Stage and Golden Core is really too vast to detect. Mo Hua shook his head. For now, this matter can only be put aside temporarily, and he can only silently hope in his heart that Uncle Gu will turn misfortune into fortune in the future... He really couldn’t provide any help. ... After Mo Hua cultivated for another two days, the seven-day period had arrived. He had to go to the back mountain to learn swordsmanship from the Patriarch again. But this time, as Mo Hua burned incense and bathed, preparing completely, and sat obediently in the Disciple’s Residence, waiting for the Patriarch to "open the door" and bring him over. The void in front of him remained still for a long time. "What’s going on?" Mo Hua was somewhat bewildered. Could the Patriarch have forgotten the time? That shouldn’t be the case... "Or did something happen to the Patriarch?" Mo Hua felt a bit heavy-hearted. He waited for a while longer, but there was still no movement in front of him. Just as Mo Hua thought the Patriarch wouldn’t bring him over to learn swordsmanship tonight, the void finally started to flicker. A dark, profound spatial rift appeared, and a bony large hand reached out, grabbing Mo Hua by the collar. In the midst of the scene changing, Mo Hua once again arrived at the Sword Tomb. Upon focusing his eyes, Mo Hua saw that the back mountain was still the back mountain, and the Sword Tomb was still the Sword Tomb. The Patriarch Dugu sitting in the Sword Tomb seemed just like usual, with nothing out of the ordinary. "Practice swordsmanship." The voice of Patriarch Dugu remained low and hoarse, ancient as withered stone in the dark night. Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Patriarch, which sword moves should I practice?" He had already learned the God-slaying Sword. "Start from the beginning, practice everything I’ve taught you all over again." Mo Hua was stunned, "Practice from scratch?" Patriarch Dugu nodded, "Using formation in place of a sword, creating a new path, is a good thing. But don’t forget the basics of the Sword Dao. To some extent, the Divine Thought into sword True Jue is still a sword technique. More practice with the sword will do no harm." Mo Hua felt it made sense, so he nodded. Though this "cheating" way of Divine Thought transforming into a sword mesh well with the path he wants to walk, the original path of swordsmanship, even if not mastered, must still be grasped. Every aspect of the world is a form of knowledge. The same applies to Tao cultivation; formations and swordsmanship each have profound principles. It’s best to study diligently, not fear complexity, and learn thoroughly from the basics. Yet the Patriarch’s demeanor always made Mo Hua feel somewhat uneasy. It seemed the Patriarch... was concerned about something? Mo Hua dared not inquire further and could only bury his head and continue practicing swordsmanship. Thus, it was as if he returned to the beginning, still walking steadily, starting from sword moves and practicing swordsmanship step by step. Moreover, what he practiced were Body Cultivation type sword moves. Of course, he could only practice the moves; they were not powerful, just served as physical exercise. Having practiced for over an hour, the time was up, and Mo Hua was about to leave. Patriarch Dugu was silent for a moment, then suddenly pointed at his own forehead, borrowing a wisp of sword intent, and drew a circle on the ground.