Mo Hua understood the purpose of this Divine Remains:
If it could kill him, then it would.
If it couldn't kill him, it would exhaust him, drain his flesh and blood, shatter his Sea of Consciousness, and ruin his physical body.
That would be equivalent to death for him.
And if he couldn't quickly destroy it, the one to die in the end would still be "himself."
The Divine Remains looked at Mo Hua and said openly, "You truly are clever."
But Mo Hua was not happy at all.
He knew that if he didn't come up with a plan to swiftly slaughter this "Divine Remains," once his body was destroyed, he would be unable to cultivate the Dao anymore.
Moreover, he could not afford to wear himself out.
To battle this Third Grade Divine Remains, he had been continuously depleting his "Divine Marrow." The Divine Marrow was precious and hard to obtain; he simply couldn't afford to exhaust it.
By now, he was close to being "spent exhaustively in both oil and lamp."
