He didn’t find anything.
Mo Hua pointed to the group of bald rocks in front of them, "All these are part of a Formation."
Bai Zisheng looked at the rocks, which were shiny and bald, massive in size, and numerous. They were piled up together, completely blocking off one side of the mountain.
"What kind of Formation is this?"
Mo Hua shook his head, "I don’t know. It looks like... some kind of Earth Series Illusion Technique. Just wait..."
After saying that, Mo Hua sat down cross-legged on the ground again.
He closed his eyes in contemplation, focused in thought, and found a tree branch to draw something on the ground.
Half an hour later, Mo Hua opened his eyes and pointed to the pattern on the ground, saying,
"The Formation Patterns are like this."
Bai Zisheng’s mouth fell open, "You even figured out the Formation Patterns?"
Mo Hua corrected him, "It’s ’Calculation,’ not ’guess.’"
"Calculation" made it seem professional, like something a proficient Junior Formation Master should do.
"Guess" seemed too amateurish and hinted at a guesswork.
Bai Zisheng clicked his tongue in wonder and asked,
"Did your master teach you the Divine Sense Calculation?"
Mo Hua nodded.
Bai Zisheng couldn’t help but feel envious.
If one learned Divine Sense Calculation, one could see through Formations.
The Formation Master in this wilderness had used Formations to hide their tracks, but because they had set up Formations, in Mo Hua’s eyes, it was as clear as day.
Even through Calculation, they could deduce the specific Formation Patterns.
It was really shameless...
Bai Zisheng sighed.
What a pity, his Divine Sense was not sufficient, hence he couldn’t learn it.
Of course, even if he could learn it, he probably wouldn’t be able to use it as well as Mo Hua did.
In terms of Formations, his Junior Disciple was always a "little freak" in his heart...
Suddenly, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense stirred, and he looked at Bai Zisheng with an unfriendly gaze,
"Talking bad about me again?"
Bai Zisheng felt completely helpless, "I was praising you in my heart..."
Mo Hua snorted, "Do you think I believe that?"
Bai Zisheng let out a sigh and had no choice but to apologize politely, then quickly changed the subject:
"How do we break this formation?"
Mo Hua replied, "There’s no need to break it, this is just a decoy."
After releasing his Divine Sense and peeking through, he said:
"Follow me."
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi nodded.
Mo Hua walked straight up to a bare rock and then gently reached out, his fingers sinking into the stone.
Mo Hua continued to walk forward, his entire body going directly into the rock.
Bai Zisheng was startled, and Bai Zixi was also slightly taken aback.
This bare rock was merely an illusion, not a real object.
The two exchanged glances and followed Mo Hua inside.
Once inside the rock, all was pitch-black, but Mo Hua seemed to know everything like the back of his hand, leading the way with ease.
After walking for a moment, light appeared before them, revealing a large stone gate.
The gate was gloomy, entwined with a sense of death, and a faint putrid stench lingered at the entrance.
And on the gate, three mottled, crude characters were inscribed:
Corpse Walking Stronghold.
Mo Hua frowned, Corpse Walking Stronghold?
The trio didn’t charge in directly but concealed their forms and found a large rock nearby to squat under, huddled together with their heads close.
"Another stronghold in the mountains..."
"A stronghold in the mountains is naturally a mountain stronghold," Bai Zixi said.
"Corpse Walking Stronghold... Could this stronghold be used for corpse refinement...?"