Outside a gloomy and profound second-grade monster beast’s lair, Mo Hua sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, pushing his Divine Sense to its limits, sensing the traces of Spiritual Power inside the lair.
An hour later, Mo Hua opened his eyes and shook his head, "Nothing."
A few Foundation Building Cultivators then surrounded Mo Hua, and according to the map’s indications, they moved towards the next monster beast lair.
After searching several lairs like this, Zhang Lan finally couldn’t hold back and asked Leader Yang in a lowered voice:
"How can you tell?"
Zhang Lan had come along as well.
Although he was a Qi Refinement Cultivator, he was after all a Supervisor of the Taoist Court and came from a Noble Clan. Even if he encountered second-grade monster beasts, he had some means to protect himself, so he had followed along.
"How else can you tell?" Leader Yang also whispered, "Of course, it’s by using Divine Sense."
"Nonsense, do you need to tell me that?" Zhang Lan replied irritably, "I’m asking how Divine Sense can detect traces of formations."
"If the Divine Sense is strong enough, that will do."
"What do you call strong enough?"
"Foundation Establishment... isn’t this kid’s Divine Sense already at the Foundation Establishment stage?"
"You are also at the Foundation Establishment stage of Divine Sense, can you see anything?" Zhang Lan doubted.
"That’s natural..." Leader Yang said with a guilty conscience.
Zhang Lan glanced at him, "Lying will condemn you to a lifetime of bachelorhood."
Leader Yang was stunned, unable to help saying, "You’re damn harsh! How can you say something so malicious?"
"Can you really see anything?" Zhang Lan asked again.
Leader Yang weighed this in his heart for a long time and felt that compared with a lifetime’s big matter, this little bit of face he was fighting for in front of Zhang Lan was really insignificant.
Leader Yang then honestly admitted, "Can’t see it..."
Zhang Lan looked at Leader Yang with contempt.
Leader Yang returned a disdainful look, "You didn’t see it either."
"I’m a Qi Refinement cultivator. It’s normal for me not to see it. You are at the Foundation Establishment stage; it’s a disgrace for you not to see it!" Zhang Lan stated confidently.
"Just a mere Qi Refinement cultivator, not ashamed but proud of it, bravo Zhang Lan. You really are shameless!" Leader Yang said with disdain.
This kind of mockery had no devastating effect on Zhang Lan anymore.
Zhang Lan remained composed and then doubted again:
"If it’s not because of Divine Sense, what else could it be?"
Leader Yang stroked his chin, pondering for a moment, and slowly said, "Is it because Mo Hua is a Formation Master?"
Because he is a Formation Master who deals with formations all year round, drawing Formation Patterns every day, so it’s normal for his Divine Sense to perceive traces of the formations.
Zhang Lan nodded slightly, feeling there was some reason to it.
"But," Leader Yang doubted himself,
"Can other Formation Masters really perceive it?"
This is a monster beast’s lair, filled with surging Monster Qi, mixed with various kinds of Blood Qi and demonic power, enough to mask all traces of Spiritual Power.
With his Foundation Establishment stage Divine Sense, he couldn’t discern anything inside the lair.
Even if other Formation Masters were stronger than him, they wouldn’t be that much stronger.
But Mo Hua was different. Whether there were formations inside the lair or not, his expression was very certain, even resolute.
This showed that his Divine Sense had scrutinized the lair very clearly, and his perception of the existence of formations was as clear as day.
Zhang Lan frowned and thought about it, but still couldn’t figure it out. He decided not to think about it anymore, muttering:
"He probably learned some odd and bizarre things..."
Zhang Lan had grown accustomed to this.
Especially in terms of formations, he used to be able to "advise" Mo Hua a few words, but now compared to Mo Hua, he has already become a "illiterate" in formations...
If he was an illiterate, then Yang Jiyong didn’t need to think about it; he was definitely a big illiterate.
For two formation "illiterates" to consider such a question was really overestimating themselves.
Zhang Lan demeaned Yang Jiyong in his heart again, and this made him feel a little better.
After searching a few more lairs, they arrived at a desolate cave. Mo Hua released his Divine Sense, suddenly showing a startled expression.
Everyone’s expressions became serious, "Did you find something?"
Mo Hua looked up, his eyes slightly bright, "There is a formation!"
There really was one!
Everyone was delighted and asked, "Which formation is it?"
"Hold on," Mo Hua said, "Let me take a look."
After saying that, Mo Hua began to release his Divine Sense. Following the Spiritual Power trajectory of the formation, he calculated the Formation Patterns, stroke by stroke sketching the complete pattern in the empty Sea of Consciousness, in order to determine the type of formation.