Mo Hua’s eyes instantly lit up.
Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua with a tender gaze and said with some emotion, "You can start considering how to construct the Large Formation."
Mo Hua expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Gentleman!"
"There’s no need to thank me."
Mr. Zhuang shook his head, you’ve learned well on your own...
After a moment of thought, Mr. Zhuang went on to caution:
"However, don’t be too happy too soon. Constructing a Large Formation might be even more challenging than drawing one."
"As I’ve told you before, building a Large Formation requires immense human and material resources, and a vast amount of Spirit Stones to keep the Formation running. These are tangible resources for Tao Cultivation, not so easy to gather..."
"Taking someone’s resources is akin to endangering their life; it’s not as if they will willingly hand over their assets to you just because you say a few kind words."
"You need to think it through and be mentally prepared."
Mo Hua nodded and said, "Gentleman, I have given it thought!"
Mr. Zhuang smiled slightly, "Alright, it’s good that you have a plan."
Afterward, Mr. Zhuang gave several more pieces of advice regarding the subsequent gathering of material resources, manpower coordination, external extension of the Formation Pivot, and issues with compatibility and parallel connection of Single Formations.
Mo Hua remembered each piece of advice and then respectfully took his leave.
Watching his disciple’s determined retreating figure, Mr. Zhuang couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.
It wasn’t until the dead of night, in the silence of his bamboo chamber, that Old Kui’s withered, wooden-like visage suddenly appeared.
Mr. Zhuang’s smile faded, and he couldn’t help but grumble:
"Can’t you appear more naturally? You don’t have to make it so gloomy..."
Old Kui ignored him and glanced toward the crimson Monster Qi in the deep mountains, saying indifferently:
"The Blood Qi has grown stronger, and now there’s also the Qi of death."
Mr. Zhuang fell silent for a moment, then sighed, "Yes."
With the presence of death Qi, things were problematic...
"A first-grade Large Formation with ten patterns – can it really trap and kill this Big Demon?" Old Kui asked doubtfully.
"It can’t," Mr. Zhuang said flatly.
Old Kui was taken aback, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Mr. Zhuang, thinking he had misheard:
"It can’t?"
"It can’t," Mr. Zhuang repeated.
Old Kui frowned, "Then why still..."
"Ten patterns won’t do."
Mr. Zhuang paused in the night, his calm gaze slowly revealing a sharp edge, as he quietly continued:
"That’s why, what I gave him... is not a ten-patterned Slaughter Demon Great Formation."
Old Kui’s heart trembled, and his face expressed disbelief.