At the same time, building upon the foundation of Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation, his gaze was half-clear as water, the cloud Patterns swirling, urging the Heavenly secret Calculation to its limits…
Yet, even with both methods combined, he still saw nothing.
Mo Hua refused to give up, continuing to exhaust his Divine Sense for the Calculation, but his Divine Sense grew ever more painful, as though being twisted and torn between two algorithms…
Just as Mo Hua was about to reach his limit, his Divine Sense drained, eyes going black, suddenly a faint glimmer appeared before him; in the void of blackness, wisps of exceedingly fine, pale blue Patterns emerged.
Those Patterns were exceedingly minute, utterly chaotic.
Between the positive and negative poles, they flowed and shifted without pause, like faint…
Thunder Flow.
Mo Hua's heart shook.
Right then, Mo Hua's Divine Sense was spent, and a sharp pain stabbed through his Sea of Consciousness.
