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The next day, at the hour of 2 a.m., Lu Chengyun returned to the Ten Thousand Corpses Sacrificial Altar, filled with coffins, to perform the Drawing Formation again.
Mo Hua, however, hid behind the altar, secretly watching him.
Lu Chengyun, as ever, opened a coffin, took up a Bone Pen, poured out Blood Ink, and began painting the Formation with blood. But as soon as the brush touched the surface, his brow furrowed.
He stared at the Formation for a long time, his frown deepening, and finally murmured,
"No …"
"No …"
"This Formation … there's a problem …"
A chill went down Mo Hua's spine.
He had indeed been discovered.
Lu Chengyun continued, still puzzled,
"Who altered my Formation?"
"Who has the ability to change the Formation I've drawn?"
"And who could slip into the Corpse Mine under my watch, sneak into the sacrificial altar, open the bronze coffin, and alter the Spiritual Pivot Evil Formation I drew, the first-class, twelve-pattern?"
Doubt flickered in Lu Chengyun's eyes.
Suddenly, he jolted with realization,
"Could there be someone in this altar?"
He quickly released his Divine Sense, scanning the surroundings.
Mo Hua shrank his little head, earnestly concealing his presence.
Lu Chengyun's Divine Sense swept over the Formation, the coffins, the altar, and even over him, finding nothing.
After scanning several times, Lu Chengyun finally began to relax.
"Am I being overly suspicious …"
Lu Chengyun murmured with a frown.
Such a thing seemed almost inconceivable …
If someone really could accomplish it, that person's Cultivation would surely be profound and their methods unfathomable.
Such a senior Cultivator wouldn't need to resort to such underhanded tactics to deal with him; if they confronted him openly, he wouldn't stand a chance …
"The Formation … Mo Hua?"
Lu Chengyun suddenly thought of Mo Hua.
In the entire Corpse Mine, only Mo Hua possessed skills in Formation next to his own.
Could it be Mo Hua who altered his Spiritual Pivot Evil Formation?
"No, he doesn't have the power,"
Lu Chengyun declared decisively.
The Spiritual Pivot Formation of the first class with twelve patterns requires a twelve-pattern Foundation Establishment Divine Sense.
Mo Hua, this small Cultivator, though strong in Divine Sense, is after all still in Qi Refinement, at most with ten patterns, perhaps not even that much.
Divine Sense is the foundation of a Formation Master.
Without twelve patterns in Divine Sense and without using evil methods or borrowing another's Divine Sense, he surely would not be able to draw out the Spiritual Pivot Formation.
And this little Cultivator, with an aura pure and flawless like uncarved jade, must not have cultivated Evil Skills nor ever drawn an Evil Formation.
Besides, it was impossible for him to have learned the Spiritual Pivot Formation.
This was the Ultimate Formation of the first class with twelve patterns, transcending rank. Lu himself had researched it for nearly a hundred years, and even with the help of Demon Gate techniques to lower the difficulty, he had only just managed to complete the Formation. Your journey continues on empire
This little brat didn't even have a Formation Diagram. How could he learn it, how could he draw it?
As for the Formation Patterns, he had indeed seen them …
But that was only a fleeting glance at the Formation Diagram, and occasionally seeing Lu Chengyun painting the Formation a few times when nothing else demanded his attention.
If he could learn it that way, it would be an utter fantasy.
No matter how high his talent, it can't be this effortless …
If he could learn just by looking a few times, then what was the point of his many years of study in Formations?
Lu Chengyun shook his head.
"It can't be him …"
If not Mo Hua, then only one man was left …
"Zhang Quan!"
Lu Chengyun's gaze became gradually sharper.