Chapter 1849: Chapter 914: Sever! (Part 3) Taia Mountain Opening Sword. The Sword Forms are like earth, nurturing all creatures, endlessly thriving. The Divine Remains turned its crimson eyes, transforming into blood, instantly disappearing, and in a split second, approached Mo Hua with a blood blade carrying an incomparably sharp killing intent, slashing straight towards Mo Hua’s head. But this slash was blocked. The Taia Mountain Opening Sword, with its solid Sword Form, blocked this fierce blood blade from the Divine Remains. The blood blade did not advance an inch further. Mo Hua did not step back either. In fact, they both showed a "balance of power" stance. The hollow eyes of the Divine Remains flickered with a hint of light, "Blood belongs to water, earth overcomes water, and also..." It looked towards the body of Mo Hua, where the flowing golden "liquid" surged within his limbs and bones. "Using the power of Divine Marrow to bridge the gap between Second Grade and Third Grade Divine Thought..." The voice of the Divine Remains was hoarse, "Not bad..." Mo Hua scoffed coldly, swinging his sword to disperse the blood blade of the Divine Remains, then he activated the Divine Marrow, unleashing the power of Divine Thought, infusing it into the Mountain Opening Sword in his hand. The Mountain Opening Sword brimmed with a majestic Sword Dao aura. Mo Hua wielded the Taia Mountain Opening Sword, twirling the sword blade, and began to engage in a fierce battle with the Divine Remains. Man and Divine Remains, fighting closely, exchanging sword and blade, move by move, blood-red blade light intersecting with mountain-opening Sword Qi. The surroundings were silent but oppressive, filled with killing intent. The blade of the Divine Remains was swift and ruthless; Mo Hua’s sword was heavy and steady. In just the blink of an eye, the swords and blades clashed tens of times, leaving blood marks on Mo Hua’s body and sword marks on the white bones of the Divine Remains. The offense and defense quickly alternated, the sword and blade collided rapidly, no words were exchanged, only the bare and bloody combat. For a moment, it was an equal encounter. Stimulated, the Divine Remains unleashed its killing intent, fighting more enthusiastically, its whole body’s Blood Qi surged, its breath turned frenzied, and its blade grew faster and fiercer, the blood-colored blade light impenetrably dense. In its mind, there was almost only the word "kill". Mo Hua also felt enormous pressure. In such a rapid close-quarters fight, he had hardly any leisure to condense spells, manifest formations, or devise strategies. All he could do was fight. What he could rely on was only the "sword" in his hand. What he could use were only the sword moves. And they were not advanced swordsmanship, only the basic sword moves taught by Patriarch Dugu from the Sword Tomb in the back mountain. In the truly brutal and severe close-quarter fights, all flashy moves were burdensome, all redundant skills useless. Everything returned to simplicity, only the most basic moves mattered: slash, chop, stab, kill. Mo Hua had weak Sword Dao basics, so he practiced the basics quite a lot instead. He completed all the Sword Dao homework assigned by Patriarch Dugu in the back mountain meticulously. Perhaps these sword moves were not powerful for Mo Hua in real situations. But now, in the clash of Divine Thoughts, they were of great use. Mo Hua integrated all these basic sword moves into an almost "instinctive" killing spree, focusing solely on delivering the fastest, fiercest, and most potent strike at the Divine Remains in front. As the battle waged on and the fight reached its peak, Mo Hua’s expression turned cold, reflecting a hint of bloodthirst, his gaze also revealing a touch of madness. He seemed to forget everything, forgot his spells, formations, himself, and even the sword in his hand. He forgot whether it was him fighting or the sword fighting. The sword in his hand seemed to become a part of his body. He was the sword, the sword was him. At this moment, Mo Hua vaguely understood what "Sword Dao" really was, what "Man Sword Unity" truly meant. The Divine Remains fighting Mo Hua became more and more shocked. If it estimated correctly, this Divine Fetus kid was originally relying on spells, movement techniques, and formations, all his previous fights full of cunning and craftiness. But under intense combat pressure and after a prolonged close-quarter battle with it, it seemed to provoke some ruthless nature within this Divine Fetus kid, allowing him to realize something. His sword grew faster, fiercer, advancing relentlessly, fighting till death, like a bloodthirsty "little madman". And within his sword, the essence of "Sword Dao" grew stronger, the Sword Qi became sharper. Its blood blade could gradually no longer suppress his sword light. "Deities wield the Dao, cultivators comprehend the Dao." "But this is not the way to ’comprehend’, his comprehension is too outrageous..." The Divine Remains’ gaze grew somewhat grave. Yet as Mo Hua’s Sword Intent intensified, its blade momentum began to wane. Still, the Divine Remains remained unmoved, continuing the fierce battle with Mo Hua. After a while of fierce fighting, Mo Hua suddenly struck a blow that shook off the Divine Remains, halting his sword, making no further moves. He appeared puzzled, then gradually realized, speaking to the Divine Remains: "Are you wearing me down?" The Divine Remains responded indifferently: "The battle of Divine Thoughts is inherently a war of attrition." "No," Mo Hua shook his head, "You are wearing down my physical body." Having fought till now, he suddenly noticed his physical body’s Blood Qi weakened slightly, only then realizing the burden that Divine Sense places on the physical body. He was only at Foundation Building Cultivation level. This Third Grade Divine Remains possessed ’Golden Core’ stage Divine Thought, invading his Sea of Consciousness beyond his physical body’s limits. The Divine Remains was an external evil, not his own Divine Thought, thus exerting great pressure on his Sea of Consciousness. Moreover, just now it had thrown its full strength, clashing with him for such a long time. The fluctuations of Third Grade Divine Thought continuously assaulted his Sea of Consciousness, naturally impacting his physical body as well—at least impacting his mind.