Previously in South Yue City, when Mo Hua had stolen the Ancestral Master Picture from Zhang Quan, these ethereal, ancient voices incessantly murmured in his ear with phrases like, "I impart unto you the Great Dao," "Help you ascend to immortality," "Long life and enduring vision"…
Instinctively, Mo Hua felt a revulsion.
Another charlatan!
His gaze sharpened, Divine Sense stirred, he cleansed his mind, discarding the illusions.
A moment later, everything vanished like smoke.
Above the Incense Burner, the smoke wafted.
But now, it was just ordinary smoke, no longer forming Patterns, no extraordinary phenomenon.
The ancient voice in his ear also disappeared.
The Shrine remained as it was.
And the Array Plate, empty.
It seemed everything, due to Mo Hua's rejection, had dissipated into nothing...
When Mo Hua looked again, the Shrine was still just a Shrine.
No Formation, nothing left...
Mo Hua was stunned.
He pondered the Shrine for a long while, but still, no changes occurred.
Mo Hua muttered to himself:
"Could it be that I outsmarted myself..."
"Was that voice indeed trying to transmit a Formation to me?"
"In the Incense Burner, the smoke swirled, and what it condensed into was indeed the sophisticated Five Elements Formation Patterns..."
"Yet by seeing through the illusion, did I offend the ancestors of the Five Elements Sect, making them unwilling to teach me?"
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"It can't be..."
Mo Hua tried several more times, but it was all in vain.
It seemed as though the Shrine truly didn't wish to teach him the Formation anymore.
The smoke was just smoke, no longer condensing into Formation Patterns...
Mo Hua sighed helplessly.
Was he to blame for having too keen a Divine Sense, too steadfast a Taoist Heart, for being too sensitive to the shifts of Divine Thought?
Mo Hua turned to look at his Junior Brother and Junior Sister.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both sat cross-legged, their postures upright, their gazes intense, fixed on pondering the Array Plate in the center of the Shrine.
In their eyes, the light of Formation Patterns flickered, seemingly engrossed in comprehension.