This transformation in "quality" made them distinct from ordinary evil fiends. But Mo Hua’s Divine Thoughts, compressed from Eighteen Pattern Spiritual Sense through the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation, even a strand of hair was condensed like mercury. These demon monsters, inherently just like "vaporized" Evil Thoughts, were merely stained with some black water spots. Yet, Mo Hua’s Divine Thoughts were cast like mercury. His "transformation" was far superior to these demon monsters! Therefore, solely based on the intensity of Divine Thoughts, he could easily crush these demon monsters. This is the restructuring of the Sea of Consciousness by Heaven Yan Jue, the transformation of Divine Thoughts! It’s also the true Divine Sense Proving the Dao! Mo Hua was exhilarated, yet a thought soon made him a bit regretful. This transformation in spiritual consciousness had one minor flaw... Mo Hua found that ever since his Divine Sense was compressed, reconstructed, and transformed, his incarnation of Divine Thoughts seemed to "stop growing"... He was now fifteen years old, and in reality, he had indeed grown a bit. Yet, the appearance inside the Sea of Consciousness remained the same as during the Foundation Establishment; small arms and legs, looking rather "childish." Taoist Heart like an infant, maintaining the original sanctity of Divine Thoughts. Although this unchanged spiritual form, adhering to the original heart, was a good thing, Mo Hua was still slightly unsatisfied. However, every Cultivation Technique has its drawbacks. The incarnation of Divine Sense isn’t shown to others, so such trivial matters didn’t really matter. After the dog-headed demon monster burst to death, the other demon monsters grew fearful, but also provoked, their ferocity triggered, and moments later, they attacked Mo Hua even more fiercely. Mo Hua’s expression was jubilant, his eyes filled with battle intent. Although it was only within the Sea of Consciousness, he could finally experience the feeling of an "unrivaled physical body." Demon monsters approached, attacking and biting, with a rank smell in the air. Around Mo Hua’s body swirled a pale blue Water Shadow; amidst the fight to the death with the demon monsters, he dodged and weaved with ease, and whenever an opportunity arose, he landed a punch. Nothing could not be solved with a punch. If there was, then two punches. Mo Hua fought more joyously and adeptly as time passed, employing a multitude of techniques. A horse-faced demon monster, caught off guard, received a punch from Mo Hua that pierced through its chest. A bull-headed demon monster had both horns broken off by Mo Hua using both hands. A wolf-bodied demon monster was crushed in the waist by Mo Hua descending from the sky... Some had their necks twisted, front teeth shattered, tails torn, spine bones kicked apart, and heads kicked off... As Mo Hua wasn’t truly a Body Cultivator and had never studied formal Tao Cultivation Martial Arts, he could only use simple, unadorned moves against these demon monsters. Each move, extremely rudimentary. No skill, all brute force. Relying on his powerful Divine Sense, with "force overpowering as bricks flew," each punch and kick brutally crushed the group of demon monsters and evil fiends. His powerful "physical" Divine Sense, along with the adept Water Passing Step and keen Divine Sense, provided clear perception and controlled the flow of battle. Any demon monster that came close was no match for Mo Hua. Mo Hua fought fiercely in all directions, commanding respect, and the group of demons trembled in fear. Suddenly, a sinister Water Arrow flew out of nowhere, hitting Mo Hua’s shoulder and tearing his robe formed from Divine Thoughts. The Water Arrow, soaked in rotten water, seemed to contain malicious Evil Thoughts and could corrupt both the heart and Divine Thoughts. Indeed, under Mo Hua’s fair skin, a black spot emerged and some black blood flowed out. Mo Hua frowned, slightly upset. He had been joyously engaged in direct combat, slightly careless, and had not expected to be wounded by a sneak attack from the demon monster using the strange Rotten Water Arrow. Turning his head, Mo Hua looked towards the distance and indeed saw several snake-headed demon monsters, hands forming spells, eyes emitting a toxic stare, hissing. This Rotten Water Arrow was an Evil Technique cast by them. Among them, one with narrow pupils and a sinister smile, clearly the one that had sneak-attacked Mo Hua with the Rotten Water Arrow. Mo Hua, surrounded by a group of demon monsters at close range, found it hiding far away, cunningly launching a sneak attack. As the sneak attack succeeded, the snake-headed demon monsters couldn’t help laughing haughtily. But just as its laughter began, a Fireball Technique swiftly arrived, instantly bursting its snake head. The snake demon perished on the spot, its head blown away and its body slowly falling. The unpleasant laughter abruptly stopped. The other snake demons were struck with panic. Of course, Mo Hua wouldn’t let them escape. Dare to launch a sneak attack! Mo Hua’s gaze turned icy, his fingers rapidly tapping, casting the Fireball Technique. The Second Grade Fireball Technique, flames blazing like magma, one after another drew trails of firelight, swiftly and precisely blowing the heads of distant snake-headed demon monsters forming spells and spitting long tongues. The surrounding demon monsters tried to block Mo Hua. But with Mo Hua’s masterful Water Passing Step, he could easily dodge the demon monsters’ attacks. The Fireball Technique was swift, within a flash creating the spell, forming fireballs. They couldn’t block it at all. A slight mistake and they’d be caught by Mo Hua’s small fist, finding a flaw, and getting their chests blown open, resulting in instant death. Some ranged demon monsters tried to flee. Mo Hua would then use the Water Prison Technique to trap them, then finish them with the Fireball Technique... Because of the sneak attack, somewhat angry, Mo Hua was no longer courteous, using both fists and feet, casting spells simultaneously. Punches and kicks, water and fire. With the support of the power of Fifteen Pattern transformed Divine Thoughts, Mo Hua began "slaughtering" this ghastly and fearsome group of demon monsters and evil fiends. But as he continued, Mo Hua started frowning. He felt he had killed many, yet these demon monsters seemed not to have decreased much... "Something odd..." Mo Hua didn’t stop fighting, but at the same moment, he released his Divine Sense, observing carefully, and moments later, his expression changed. It was the black water!