The Sea of Consciousness of someone at the Qi Refinement stage was still too fragile.
The Dao of formations that the Formation Master seeks lay right before him, yet he could not learn it, he could not even look.
Mo Hua sighed helplessly.
It seemed he could only set it aside for now and wait to ponder over it once his cultivation improved.
"I must cultivate diligently and establish my foundation as soon as possible!"
19:45
Mo Hua silently thought to himself, following which he became a little puzzled.
Just what level, and how profound must one's Divine Sense be, to comprehend these Immortal Patterns?
Foundation Establishment? Golden Core? Or an even higher realm?
And what good would it do to master this Immortal Pattern?
Mo Hua furrowed his brows.
He hadn't considered this question until now. After mulling it over carefully for a while, he suddenly felt a chill.
This Immortal Pattern was related to the scarlet-colored Tribulation Thunder.
If one could truly master the Immortal Pattern, could they then control the Annihilation Tribulation Thunder and gain the power to erase all existence?
Tribulation Thunder...
Mo Hua remembered the blinding crimson, terrifying aura, and the silent deaths of all living things from the thunderstorms he saw that day, sending a shiver down his spine.
At that time, his mind was consumed with the Great Formation Dissolution; the thunderstorm came and went, and the impression was fleeting.
Now that he thought about it, he was frightened by his delayed reaction.
A sudden feeling of relief washed over Mo Hua:
"It's a good thing my realm is low and my cultivation weak, or perhaps I would've been directly erased by the Tribulation Thunder..."
Such terrifying Tribulation Thunder, Mo Hua did not wish to witness a second time.
Of course, if there was a Tribulation Thunder that he could draw himself and control, then naturally, it would be a different matter.
Mo Hua's heart suddenly filled with anticipation...
Unfortunately, when it came to Immortal Patterns, Mo Hua still had no clue.
What exactly is different about Immortal Patterns, whether they can be learned, and if so, how...
Even if Immortal Patterns are profound, Mr. Zhuang, with his knowledge, should at least know something.
But since this involves the Taoist Stele, and according to what Mr. Zhuang said, no one should be told, including himself, so Mo Hua couldn't ask him.
Not just with Immortal Patterns, in the future, he probably wouldn't be able to ask Mr. Zhuang any questions he encountered.
Mo Hua's mood began to sink again.
Mr. Zhuang was about to leave.
Mo Hua feared that one day, when he visited Mr. Zhuang's mountain residence, he would find it empty and perhaps never see Mr. Zhuang again for the rest of his Tao cultivation life.
Mo Hua was a bit scared.
Therefore, he visited Mr. Zhuang's place every day.
Mo Shan's couple also learned that Mr. Zhuang was about to leave, filled with regret.
They had never met Mr. Zhuang, but deep down, they were ever grateful to him.
Liu Ruhua said to Mo Hua, "Mr. Zhuang took you as an honorary disciple and taught you about Formations. He has shown great kindness to our family. We must find a way to repay this kindness in the future."
Mo Hua nodded gravely, "Mm!"
Liu Ruhua also wanted to show her gratitude, but Mr. Zhuang lacked nothing, not Spirit Stones, and certainly not rank-one items like Spiritual Artifacts and Pills. After much thought, she decided to prepare some food and offer it to Mr. Zhuang to taste.
Liu Ruhua studied the recipes that Zixi had given her and selected a few dishes.
Mo Shan went hunting Monster Beasts in the mountains and asked other Monster Hunter friends to kill at least one of every type of Monster Beast they could find. Afterwards, he picked the tenderest and most flavorful parts to bring back for his wife.
Liu Ruhua ended up preparing a "Full Monster Feast" from Big Black Mountain.
Chicken, duck, fish, beef, mutton, and dog—there was meat from all kinds of edible Monster Beasts, each with a unique flavor.
Some were fresh, some were fragrant, some were numbing, and some were spicy... a feast for the senses.
Mo Hua was dumbfounded.
After that, every day when he went to visit Mr. Zhuang, he would take some food with him, offering it for the gentleman to taste as a small gesture of his feelings.
Mr. Zhuang initially thought to decline the bother, but upon further thought, he started to eat with a sense of rightful enjoyment.
Besides Mr. Zhuang, Bai Zisheng was the happiest.
In his life, he had eaten many finer things, but he had never tasted so many delicious foods at once.
Especially since the variety of dishes and flavors were so numerous, and there were no duplicates.
Bai Zisheng was immensely shocked, so he broached an old topic again, whispering to Mo Hua:
"Mo Hua, when you go back, could you ask Aunt Liu if she's lacking a foster son?"
Mo Hua was speechless and shot him a look.
Bai Zixi's crystal-clear eyes showed slight annoyance as she also glared at Bai Zisheng.
Within the bamboo residence on the mountain.
Mr. Zhuang lay in the bamboo chair, savoring meat and wine as he watched the rosy glow suffuse the ink-adorned forest, feeling all his worries and contemplations dissipating into nothingness.
Old Kui asked him, "Have you made up your mind?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "I have, but there's one problem..."
Old Kui's gaze turned serious as he asked, "What's the problem?"
"All this meat..." Mr. Zhuang glanced at the meat and wine on the table, touched his face, and remarked with a sigh, "I've gotten fat from eating..."
Old Kui: "..."