The Quest for Immortality-Chapter 925: Fireball Technique? (2)

But he failed.

His Divine Sense was not strong enough, or perhaps, his Cultivation was still far from sufficient, and his control over Spiritual Power wasn't delicate yet...

Mo Hua could only compress the large Fireball into a smaller Fireball.

The size of a fist, a little darker in color, indeed a bit more powerful, but not very useful.

Mo Hua tried using a spell puppet.

The Foundation Establishment Initial Stage spell puppet was scorched with a deeper burn mark by his small Fireball, but it gradually recovered.

The spell puppet, using special materials and painted with a Formation inside, could heal itself.

When Mo Hua first saw it, he was very surprised, especially curious about the Formation inside; he even tried to dismantle the spell puppet to see the Formation...

But the spell puppet "alerted" and summoned the Elder of Daoist Law, who stopped Mo Hua's "impolite" behavior.

Mo Hua gave up.

Now, when Mo Hua hit the spell puppet with the compressed "small Fireball," it was indeed seen that the power of the spell had improved.

But this improvement was not significant.

Moreover, as this "compression" took some time, the Fireball Technique became slower, and in actual combat, it seemed too "clumsy" and basically unusable.

And this fist-sized "small Fireball" was now the limit of Mo Hua's compression ability.

Mo Hua sighed.

"Too far off..."

His mastery of spells was worlds apart from Grandpa Gui.

But on second thoughts, this was normal.

Grandpa Gui's Cultivation was heaven-high compared to his own.

Even his Uncle was very wary of Grandpa Gui and didn't dare to act personally, having to rely on the Blood of Destruction Path from the Blood Taoist to restrain him.

Mo Hua thought for a long time before he remembered that name:

Blood of Destruction Path...

Blood of Destruction Path...

"Grandpa Gui… should be okay..."

Mo Hua remembered the day Grandpa Gui told his Uncle, "Don't let me see you again, or I will kill you…"

This meant that the one who had been with him all this time was a clone or a puppet, not the real Grandpa Gui.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a bit worried.

He wondered how Grandpa Gui really was...

Where he might be...

And that 'Blood Taoist'...

Mo Hua had heard this name twice now.

The first time was when the Saint Heir blocked his path and, out of fear, pleaded for mercy by claiming the identity of the "Blood Taoist's" descendant, which spared him from his Uncle.

The second time was when his Uncle used the Blood of Destruction Path from the "Blood Taoist" to restrain Grandpa Gui...

Since he was a "Taoist," his Uncle had to show respect and even borrow his blood, he must be a fearsome Demon Head...

But now it was still early to consider these; it was beyond his capability; he'd think about it later...

Mo Hua silently noted down the name "Blood Taoist."

Then he refocused and continued studying the Fireball Technique.

He couldn't reach the level of Grandpa Gui, but the thought process of casting spells was still worth referring to.

Spell silk transformed, compressing reconstruction.

If he couldn't reach Grandpa Gui's standard... then simplify it, even if he only learned a fraction, maybe a tenth or twentieth, the power might not be bad.

Without spell silk, just compress into a ball.

Unable to "weave" reconstruction, then... blend them together?

"Merge two Fireball Techniques into one?"

Mo Hua's eyes brightened.

He began to try casting two Fireball Techniques and then blending the two Fireballs...

But as soon as he tried, he failed again.

He then remembered some popular spell theorems learned in the Daoist Skill class:

A person cannot cast two spells at the same time.

Even if the two spells were identical, they must be cast consecutively.

Mo Hua's previous Fireball Technique was also like this; even if cast rapidly, they actually had a sequence.

He must first condense the first Fireball Technique, release it, then condense the second.

Even if quick, there was still a sequence.

For continuous spells like the Golden Body Technique or Golden Bell Shield.

First, cast Golden Body Technique, then control the Sword;

First, defend oneself with the Golden Bell Shield, then cast other spells...

It seemed like two spells were active simultaneously, but casting was still sequenced.

Mo Hua stroked his chin, pondering:

"The Fireball Technique Grandpa Gui showed was also balls condensed one by one, then unified into one pattern…"

But such a high-difficulty pattern was beyond his ability...

"Need to change the approach…"

Mo Hua frowned, thinking hard.

Now, he was no longer a Loose Cultivator without a legacy.

Having entered the Taixu Gate, learning Cultivation daily in class, accepting the orthodox legacy of Taixu Gate, his knowledge in Tao Cultivation had enriched considerably.

Some "foundations" of spells, soaked up through exposure, he knew quite a bit.

People couldn't cast two spells at the same time because human Divine Sense is singular and cannot multitask.

"Can't multitask..."

Updat𝓮d from freewēbnoveℓ.com.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.

"Heavenly Secret Tricky Calculation!"

His Divine Sense might be singular.

But like his Uncle, by utilizing Heavenly Secret Tricky Calculation, it could be split...

After splitting, with two Divine Thoughts, wouldn't it be possible to break the conventional spell theories, casting spells simultaneously?

Casting spells simultaneously, couldn't he try spell fusion?

Mo Hua's spirits lifted, and then his pupils deepened, his Divine Sense split into Wily Minds, creating double visions, multitasking, he started trying to condense two spells simultaneously.

But many attempts failed.

He hadn't tried splitting Wily Minds and casting simultaneously before, so he was very unfamiliar at the start.

Either his Divine Sense was unstable, his Spiritual Power mistook its path, or the spells were not fully condensed...