Besides that, there was the matter of using the earth as the medium.
Mo Hua had practiced the Thick Earth Formation, which connects with the Earth Dao Meaning when drawn on the earth’s surface.
Previously, Mo Hua practiced the Thick Earth Formation every day.
His perception of the Earth Dao Meaning became increasingly clear, and his integration with the Dao Meaning deepened.
He had now reached the point where he could draw other Five-elements Formation Methods on the ground.
But this method of drawing also required much practice.
Using thought as the pen, the earth as the paper.
Covered by the heavens, extending across the earth.
With Divine Consciousness Control Ink, Drawing Ground into Formation!
After reaching Foundation Establishment, Mo Hua could finally start experimenting with his initial idea of Drawing Formation, unbound by external objects, which came after learning the Thick Earth Formation.
While the idea was good, it still required execution.
What followed was the need for extensive practice…
Practicing “Divine Consciousness Control Ink, Drawing Ground into Formation” definitely couldn’t be done at home, and it wasn’t quite appropriate in Tongxian City either.
It was best to find a secluded place, free from other people.
Mo Hua then went deep into Big Black Mountain and, using several bags of dried fish, “bribed” Big Tiger, and near its cave, he found an open space to practice the formation.
Big Black Mountain was peaceful, especially serene in its deep reaches.
Since Big Tiger was a Second-Grade Monster Beast with formidable strength, there were neither other Monster Beasts nor Cultivators around, avoiding disturbances and making it suitable for testing formations.
The first step was Divine Consciousness Control Ink.
Mo Hua didn’t have Second-Grade Spiritual Ink, so he had to practice with First-Grade Spiritual Ink.
It didn’t go smoothly at first.
Controlling ink with Divine Sense, its fluid form without support or anchor, was very easy to lose control of, spilling the Spiritual Ink on the ground.
After several attempts by Mo Hua, the results were not good.
He thought for a while and, like “Divine Thought Manifestation,” began to imagine his Divine Sense as a paintbrush.
The end of the Divine Thought transformed into fine brush hairs, merging, absorbing, and guiding the Spiritual Ink, drawing it through the air in sinuous flows at his will.
Although it was still clumsy and occasionally failed, it indeed got better with each attempt.