Mo Hua felt somewhat emotional.
He then tried again, controlling Spiritual Power with Divine Sense, turning Spiritual Power into Spiritual Threads, and using the Threads to Draw Formation.
This time, the flow of Spiritual Power was much more flexible, precise, and swift.
With just a thought from Mo Hua, the Spiritual Threads on the ground quickly coalesced to form a complete Seven-Pattern Earth Fire Formation in just a few moments!
Without pen or ink, with a mere thought, Formation Patterns were created, forming a Formation.
It was fast and convenient.
With this, his Sea of Consciousness seemed devoid of any Formation, but with just a shift in Divine Thought, Formations could be established everywhere!
Mo Hua was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
This was, perhaps, too powerful.
Though it was only a Seven-Pattern Formation, the speed of his Formation Painting was truly unfathomable.
Mo Hua then felt a sense of regret.
This technique could only be used within his own Sea of Consciousness; it was not applicable outside.
"I wonder if there will come a day when I, too, can form formations outside the Sea of Consciousness in an instant with strong Divine Sense..."
Mo Hua couldn't help but indulge in some wistful thinking.
Of course, for now, he could only think about it...
Having mastered the methods of Spell Manifestation and Formation Visualization, the next step was simply to keep practicing and improving.
The power of the Fireball Technique was still insufficient; he needed to practice it more.
And the formations—while he could paint Seven-Pattern Formations quickly, the more difficult Eight or Nine-Pattern Formations would slow him down considerably.
Mo Hua wanted to find some first-tier Nine-Pattern Formations to practice within his Sea of Consciousness.
So engrossed was he that he forgot to eat or sleep, and after one or two weeks of practice, Mo Hua's Divine Thought Slaughter had finally seen some minor achievements.
Next, it was time to test his skills.
Mo Hua took out the Ancestral Master Picture of the Zhang Family.
To be safe, Mo Hua also called over Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi to protect him during his practice.
"Junior Brother, Junior Sister, you must not look at this picture!"
"No matter what sounds you hear, do not believe them!"
Mo Hua began with these instructions, then continued:
"Later, I will sneak a peek at it and then close the picture..."
"If everything seems normal, then you don't need to do anything."
"But if I become entranced by the picture and fail to close it, help me to close it and then throw the picture on the ground and stomp on it hard a few times."
"If my mind changes drastically while I am looking at the picture, knock me out and then go call Master."
"If the picture undergoes any strange changes, or something tries to come out of it, just burn it immediately! And scatter the ashes!"
…
Mo Hua had considered all possible scenarios and made his instructions crystal clear.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi didn't quite understand, but they nodded anyway.
With everything ready, Mo Hua unfolded the Ancestral Master Picture of the Zhang Family.
As the picture was revealed, Mo Hua's gaze skittered across it like a dragonfly skimming over water, glancing just once.
With that single look, he saw the entirety of the picture.
It was a group portrait, depicting the Ancestral Master teaching.
The high halls were solemn, with smoke from incense curling in the air.
In the center sat an elder with white hair and beard, radiating virtue and commanding respect, teaching and imparting wisdom.
Beneath him, rows and rows of disciples were seated.
These disciples were positioned according to their seniority, ranked from highest to lowest, seated in turn.
All wore white robes, their postures upright and respectful.
It was a solemn and serious image of the Ancestral Master teaching.
But with the same, single glance, the scene in the picture began to change abruptly.
The people in the picture seemed to come subtly to life.
Mo Hua then heard the enticements of an elder:
"You are brilliantly gifted..."
"You have extraordinary talent..."
"Join my sect... let me help you find the Way..."
"Join my sect... let me help you become immortal..."
"Join my sect..."
…
At the same time, the disciples seated below the elder suddenly turned their heads, as if by some unspoken agreement, looking directly at Mo Hua.
They revealed faces that resembled those of zombies.
Mo Hua was slightly alarmed in his heart.
Was this old ancestor of the Zhang Family preaching to zombies?
Or was it that the entire Zhang Family had turned into zombies?
Before he could sort out his thoughts, a zombie disciple seated furthest from the Ancestral Master suddenly showed a ferocious expression, leapt from his seat, and lunged directly at Mo Hua's Heavenly Court, burrowing into Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness.
For a moment, Mo Hua's gaze became vacant, but then it became bright again in an instant.
While the other zombies were snarling and attempting to invade his Sea of Consciousness.
Mo Hua reacted quickly, folding the picture shut.
He trapped a group of zombies within the picture,
And trapped a single zombie within his own Sea of Consciousness.