"I wonder if after reaching a higher realm in Qi Refinement, there will be other, more convenient methods of drawing formations..."
Lost in thought, Mo Hua sighed again.
Later, with focused concentration, Mo Hua started to paint the Thick Earth Formation in the Spirit Field according to plan.
Carrying a large pen soaked in Spiritual Ink, he traced along the field ridges, drawing the Formation Patterns of the Thick Earth Formation from his Sea of Consciousness, connecting the whole Spirit Field.
This process was rather lengthy and couldn’t afford mistakes; otherwise, he would have to start all over again, which was time-consuming and laborious.
Luckily, Mo Hua had rehearsed beforehand.
He had also repeatedly practiced the route.
He had considered the potential problems in advance and thought of ways to solve them.
So overall, it went smoothly.
Bai Zisheng, Bai Zixi, Miao’er, and all the other Spirit Farmers from East Mountain Village gathered around the edge of the field, watching Mo Hua draw the Formation Painting.
Mo Hua did not stop, walking from morning to night, then from night to morning again.
With each step, he left behind a long, winding trace of clear ink marks on the ridges, filled with an enigmatic meaning and coursing with Spiritual Power.
As Mo Hua traversed each ridge, he left stroke after stroke of Formation Patterns.
With each ridge he covered, the number of Formation Patterns grew, linking more and more of the Spirit Field...
By the time Mo Hua finally finished drawing, his physical strength and Spiritual Power were nearly depleted. He sat beside the field like a fish out of water, gasping for breath.
At the same moment, a flash of light emerged from within the Spirit Field.
A rich aura of vitality unfurled.
The entire Spirit Field seemed unified, the Formation Patterns resonating from afar.
From within the Spirit Field surged a continuous stream of the earth’s essence, nurturing the land, nourishing the rice seedlings.
All the Spirit Rice in the field, seemingly refreshed by the earth’s essence, visibly started to thrive with vigor, their color turning a jade-like green.
...
All the Spirit Farmers gathered around the field were stunned into silence.
They knew the Formation was not simple, but they had not envisioned it to be mystically effective to such an extent.
Was this the handiwork of the Old Ancestor of Sun Family from years past...
The Elder of East Mountain Village, feeling the aura of the Spirit Field and observing the rice seedlings, was momentarily dazed, then overwhelmed to tears.
Such a fertile Spirit Field, if preserved, could ensure their descendants would never starve again...
Meanwhile, at the Sun Family household.
The Family Head of the Sun Family, who was browsing through Formation Books, also vaguely sensed a strong surge of vitality, quickly standing up and looking towards the distant Spirit Field, his eyes filled with shock.
"Is this... a Formation?"
"Impossible..."
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