"The so-called Evil Formations are merely filthy with blood Qi, superficial imitations, the Righteous cannot be overwhelmed by the evil, they are vulnerable!"
Mr. Zhuang’s eyes sharpened, and his entire presence became like a sheathed immortal sword, emitting an astonishing aura.
"You must remember, we cultivators do not follow the path of Heretical Demons, not because we cannot, but because we disdain it!"
Mo Hua was deeply moved and full of admiration.
Not following the Demon Path is not because we can’t, but because we disdain it!
Mr. Zhuang’s words were deeply engraved in his mind.
It was as if someone had inscribed these words onto his Taoist Heart with a sword.
Mo Hua’s gaze grew steadier, and his expression became more resolute.
As he looked at the Evil Formation in his hands, he felt a great peace of mind; even though it was a Formation of heretical Demons, filled with oddities and eeriness, he remained calm and untroubled.
"Master, your disciple remembers!"
Mo Hua nodded earnestly with a serious face.
In the following days, Mo Hua began to study this Ultimate Formation.
To extract the essence of the Formation principle and discard the dross.
Focusing only on the most fundamental principles of the Formation itself while neglecting its opportunistic methods, like human skin Patterns, flesh and blood pivots, and human heart eyes.
Thus, the difficulty of the Formation increased exponentially.
For a first-grade twelve-Pattern Formation, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense strength had just reached the threshold.
And Divine Sense was just the threshold.
With this Divine Sense, one still needed to practice the Formation’s Patterns, analyze the layout of the Formation, and grasp the principles of the Formation.
This required a great deal of time and extensive practice.
The process was tedious and dull.
The Divine Sense would be exhausted over and over, then slowly recover, only to be exhausted again...
With the Taoist Stele not yet restored, Mo Hua could only rely on his ability, taking more time and consuming more energy, to practice over and over, slowly comprehending.
He kept Mr. Zhuang’s teachings in mind, and though progress was slow, he was neither arrogant nor impatient.
Cultivation requires perseverance, as if dripping water penetrates stone.
It’s the same with practicing Formations.
Each practice session is a drop of water, each contemplation is like raindrops falling on the stone.
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As long as one persists, even a dripping water drop will wear through a stone.
The principles of Formation too could be deciphered, thoroughly understood, and mastered.
After such contemplation over a number of days, Mo Hua gradually grasped some essence. He had gained some understanding of the ostensibly "Corpse Refinement" Evil Formation.
But this understanding wasn’t profound; it was hazy, as though obscured by a layer of gauze, unclear.
"It seems that my practice is not sufficient, my thoughts are not deep enough, and my realizations are not profound enough..."
Mo Hua sighed inwardly.
Just when he thought he needed more time,
a tremor suddenly echoed within the Sea of Consciousness, and the Taoist Stele began to slowly recover.
Mo Hua was delighted and quickly sank his Divine Sense into the Sea of Consciousness.
The grey on the Taoist Stele faded away gradually, and that ancient and profound aura began to fill the space with vigor once more.
Mo Hua tried drawing a few Formations and found that the Taoist Stele was usable, although its effects were not as strong as before.
After drawing the Formations and erasing them, he could only recover half of the Divine Sense he had used.
Mo Hua felt somewhat regretful.
It seems it hasn’t fully recovered yet.
Nevertheless, it could still be barely used, which was, at least, better than having nothing.
Mo Hua touched the Taoist Stele and said affectionately,
"I won’t put you through this again."
The Taoist Stele remained as silent as ever, seemingly a bit petulant, not accepting Mo Hua’s apology. Find your next adventure on empire
Now that he had the Taoist Stele, although it was only a "incomplete" version, Mo Hua’s practice of the Ultimate Formation saw a direct two or threefold increase.
His comprehension of the Ultimate Formation sped up significantly as well.
A few more days passed, and Mo Hua finally managed to draw the Ultimate Formation.
Within the Formation, Spiritual Power transformed into fine threads, moving independently and yet complementing each other, converging...
However, at the same time, Mo Hua furrowed his brows.