Unfortunately, the Sun Family did not take the chance, and they never came.
Since the Sun Family didn’t come, naturally no one disturbed Mo Hua.
But after searching for several days with no progress, he sat cross-legged by the edge of the field, supporting his small chin, lost in thought.
Formation media, Formation Patterns, Formation Pivot, Formation eye...
If there truly were an Ultimate Formation within the Spirit Field, then the boundaries of the field should serve as the Formation media.
Stones piled atop the field boundaries are hard and suitable for inscribing Formations.
Formation Patterns should also be present on top of the field boundaries.
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But Mo Hua had almost searched the entire Spirit Field and still had not found any trace of an Ultimate Formation.
Besides, there was the Formation Pivot.
The Formation Pivot of an Ultimate Formation should be somewhat different from ordinary Formations.
Mo Hua could not find anything in the Spirit Field that indicated the presence of any special Formation Pivot.
Most crucially, there was no Formation eye.
A Formation needed a Formation eye to provide Spiritual Power, yet there was nothing in this Spirit Field that could serve as the Formation eye for an Ultimate Formation to operate.
Mo Hua scratched his head, unable to figure it out.
Looking at the basic framework of a Formation, there should be no other Formations within this Spirit Field.
Yet, given Mr. Zhuang’s demeanor, Mo Hua was convinced that there must be an Ultimate Formation hidden within this Spirit Field...
Mo Hua’s thoughts were a bit chaotic.
A breeze blew by, waving the rice plants.
The wind carried a hint of the fresh sweetness of the rice seedlings.
Mo Hua calmed his heart and found a tree stick to start drawing something on the ground.
He drew all the Formations involved in the Spirit Field, including the Cultivating Soil Formation, Water Storage Formation, Pest Extermination Formation, and so on, one by one.
He wanted to find some connections among these Formations.
But after looking them over again and again, these Formations were just as they were, with nothing special about them.
Mo Hua sighed and looked up to see Ding Miao also sitting on the ground, clutching a stick and imitating Mo Hua, drawing something unknowable.
However, what Miao drew seemed like a Formation and yet not like one.
Mo Hua looked a few times, puzzled, and asked:
"Miao, what are you drawing?"
Miao pointed forward with his small hand, "Drawing the Spirit Field."
Seeing Mo Hua drawing Formations, he also followed along.
But Formations are complex and Patterns are numerous; Miao couldn’t draw them, so he just drew whatever else he could.
He had drawn cows, chickens, and now it was the Spirit Field’s turn.
Miao was drawing the Spirit Field, but imitating Mo Hua’s drawing style, what he created looked both like a Formation and not like one.
Mo Hua nodded slightly, then suddenly paused, a thought dawning on him.
Formation... Spirit Field...
Mo Hua frowned, as if he was on the verge of grasping something.
Just then, another breeze swept through the mountains, stirring the rice seedlings, creating waves of green that connected all the Spirit Fields into one, rippling off into the distance.
All the Spirit Fields seemed as one, echoing each other.
Mo Hua suddenly stood up, a tumult of realization rising in his heart.