Ding Dachuan nodded in agreement.
Then he turned his head and suddenly noticed Ding Miao drawing something on the ground, he couldn’t help but be startled and asked,
"Miao’er, what are you drawing?"
"Formation!" Miao’er said in a tender voice.
Ding Dachuan was taken aback, "Where did you get a Formation?"
Miao’er took out a book from close to him, "This was given to me by my brother, he told me to draw according to it and to teach others after I finished."
The high spirit in the Elder’s heart trembled, "Which brother?"
Miao’er pointed towards the Spirit Field, indicating the brother who had been Drawing Formations there.
"Can... I take a look at it?" asked the Elder, his voice trembling.
After pondering, Miao’er nodded.
The brother had said they could show it to their own, and the Elder was not an outsider.
The Elder took the Formation Book with trembling hands.
The Formation Book was compiled in simple and understandable terms; although he didn’t understand Formations, he could still grasp the gist.
It was an Earth Series Formation Book, containing various Earth Series Formations used in the Spirit Field.
The Formations progressed from simple to complex.
From simple Patterns that didn’t require much use of Divine Sense to the six-Pattern Cultivating Soil Formation, and finally a Grade One eleven-Pattern Thick Earth Ultimate Formation, everything was documented and detailed.
What level could learn what Formation, orderly and progressively deepening.
From enlightenment to mastery.
This was a complete book of Formation legacy, closely related to the Spirit Farmers.
With this Formation Book, even without relying on the Sun Family in the future, these Spirit Farmers might be able to draw their own Formations.
The Elder suddenly understood the meaning behind Mo Hua’s words, "One can only rely on oneself."
For a moment, the Elder’s emotions surged, his cloudy eyes filling with tears.
He was profoundly moved and filled with gratitude; despite his limited mobility, he solemnly turned towards the distant mountains and bowed deeply.
Around the distant mountains, mists twined.
Mo Hua’s carriage, growing more distant with each passing moment, disappeared amongst the layers of mountains.