If it were before, Mo Hua would have opted for the straightforward "blaze" to burn it all.
But now, out and about, the days demand thrift; waste must be avoided.
Mo Hua had to exercise patience, cooking with a slow fire, refining bit by bit, just to leave no trace of "evil thoughts," nor waste a sliver of pure "telekinesis."
Finally, after Mo Hua's careful slow fire refinement.
The ancestors of the Canglang Sect were completely obliterated.
A wave of long-missed, abundant, third-grade Golden Core realm telekinesis, like smoke on a clear day, was entirely absorbed by Mo Hua, and was instantly refined at the movement of Divine Thought.
Mo Hua spent extensive effort, refining day and night for a long time, but with little success seeing the bottleneck of Divine Thought melting like spring snow, gradually dissolving and continually rising.
The aura of Mo Hua's Divine Thought grew ever stronger.
In his eyes, black and white light flowed.
