Lord Yellow Mountain's gaze suddenly turned ferocious, but as soon as he caught Mo Hua's profound stare, his face turned deathly pale in an instant.
"You, you... in the end..."
Mo Hua blinked and whispered softly,
"Did you really look before?"
Lord Yellow Mountain's expression was bitter. "How did you know?"
Mo Hua said, "I had a dream last night, where I saw a Mountain God who looked just like a Yellow Rodent Monster, and I guessed it might be you, so I came to ask."
Lord Yellow Mountain's face showed a complex expression, and after much hesitation, he sighed deeply,
"That's all in the past now..."
"In the past, I indeed enjoyed the worship from one area, with strong Divine Thought, covering the mountains and rivers, transforming into a divine form, standing at the pinnacle under the Heavenly Dao Laws, nearly invincible."
"But Mountain Gods are like humans, once arrogance takes root in their hearts, they will be invaded by an Evil Fiend."
"You already know what happened afterward... Alas, it's unbearable to reflect on, I am now like a tiger that has fallen to the plains..."
"...Bullied by me?" Mo Hua said.
Lord Yellow Mountain nodded, "Yes..."
As he was speaking, a chill suddenly struck his heart, and he quickly smiled and said, "No, no, you didn't bully me..."
Mo Hua thought about it, and images of Lord Yellow Mountain's once imposing and awe-inspiring presence appeared in his mind. Comparing it to its current sorry, dried-up fish state, he still found it hard to believe.
Lord Yellow Mountain seemed to perceive what was going through Mo Hua's mind and sighed,
"All beings in the world, whether they are human, demon, or god, are mostly puppets to power, fame, authority, and status."
"This is especially true for humans."
"A beggar, once becoming an emperor, with power and influence, will then possess the appearance of an emperor;"
"An emperor, turned into a beggar, without power, can only wag his tail and beg for pity."
"Those who truly transcend materialism, indifferent to power and fame, exceptional in thought, have always been rare..."
"This Mountain God is the same."
"When my Divine Thought was strong, possessing boundless strength, I was naturally majestic..."
"But in truth, it wasn't me who was imposing, it was the Heaven and Earth Might using me as a 'puppet'..."
"After I lost my cultivation to that single sword strike, without that kind of Might, I was just myself, a down-and-out Minor Mountain God, only able to live through days like these, tucking my tail..."
Mo Hua showed a surprised expression, both moved by Lord Yellow Mountain's clarity and pitying him.
Being observed with a "sympathetic" look from Mo Hua made Lord Yellow Mountain feel extremely uncomfortable, and he felt compelled to say,
"You didn't come to uncover old wounds, did you...?"
Mo Hua nodded, "Of course not, I'm not that idle..."
Lord Yellow Mountain's eyelid twitched and his expression was one of helpless resignation.
This child, though looking innocent, always managed to say things that cut deep...
Lord Yellow Mountain sighed,
"What do you want? Just ask..."
The sooner you finish asking, the sooner you can leave.
Lord Yellow Mountain wanted to send Mo Hua away.
Mo Hua immediately said, "The sword technique, Divine Thought into Sword, that struck you down, can you teach it to me?"
Lord Yellow Mountain grumbled, "I've told you, I don't know how..."
Mo Hua shook his head, "Although you don't know it, your Divine Thought is so strong, and having been struck by it yourself, you must know the principle behind this Divine Thought into Sword and have an idea of how this Sword of Divine Thought is cultivated!"
"No, you know!" Mo Hua's eyes were bright, his tone certain.
Being scrutinized by Mo Hua's piercing eyes gave Lord Yellow Mountain such a headache.
It felt like in its entire life, it had never encountered such a troublesome Little Ancestor...
"Alright, alright, I'll tell you..."
Lord Yellow Mountain gave in.
To speak now and be free sooner felt better, one never knew how long one might be haunted otherwise...
Lord Yellow Mountain, as if recalling past events, became more reserved, his gaze intense as he said,
"This Sword technique is called..."
"Taixu Divine Thought Sword True Jue!"
Lord Yellow Mountain's voice took a downturn, after finishing he glanced at Mo Hua, and upon seeing his unfazed demeanor, was slightly taken aback, "You knew?"
Mo Hua hopped off the platform and spread his arms, showing his Taoist Robe to Lord Yellow Mountain,
"Guess, which Sect's Taoist Robe am I wearing?"
Lord Yellow Mountain looked closely, then shocked, he opened his mouth wide, "Could it be..."
Mo Hua smiled and said, "The robe of Taixu Gate, Taixu Gate... that's the 'Taixu' in 'Tai Xu Divine Thought Sword True Jue'."
Lord Yellow Mountain felt bitter inside.
It had felt that Mo Hua's Taoist Robe looked somewhat familiar, and now, reminded by his words, realized that it was indeed the Taoist Robe of Taixu Gate.
This Little Ancestor, wearing the same Sect's robe as the one who slew him back then!
Only, the robe that Mo Hua wore was that of an initial sect disciple.
The style and patterns were much simpler, and there was more black and less white, unlike the person back then who was clad almost entirely in white; that's why it didn't recognize it at first...
Lord Yellow Mountain's eyes carried a look of silent grievance, "As a Taixu Gate sect disciple, why don't you just learn it from your own Sect, why ask me?"
"The Sect doesn't have it, I can't find it..."
Mo Hua said, then after pondering for a moment, "It might also be possible that my Realm is too low, I don't have the permissions, yet I can't learn it..."
Lord Yellow Mountain fell silent, seemingly reluctant to speak.
So Mo Hua said, "Just tell me, consider it a favor owed."
"What use is your favor..."
Lord Yellow Mountain muttered internally, but still replied honestly, "Fine, I'll tell you..."
Mo Hua hopped back onto the platform, sat cross-legged, and listened quietly.