"Just make do with it for now; when there's a chance later, I'll learn the complete 'Divine Thought into Sword'."
"Having managed to master it to this extent through those few sparse scenes and fragmented words from the causal retrospection is already pretty good."
Mo Hua comforted himself silently, and then he quietly put away the golden mini sword, but he felt some doubts in his heart.
"I wonder how powerful this Divine Thought into Sword really is; I need to find something to test it on..."
Mo Hua exited his Sea of Consciousness, put away the broken sword, and looked around—no Evil Spirit to be seen.
Neither the River God nor the Evil God were in sight either.
It seemed that after the immense battle of that year, which was tragically won by the Divine Thought into Sword from a senior Sword Cultivator, the River God had hidden away, leaving behind only a barren temple here.
The broken sword was submerged in the Blood Pool, tarnished by flesh and blood.
