"Just don’t know, what exactly is their purpose..."
Xun Ziyou’s expression was solemn, lost in thought.
Mo Hua glanced at Xun Ziyou, thinking to himself that this was as far as he could remind him.
He couldn’t say any more.
Xun Ziyou silently noted this matter in his heart, planning to investigate it thoroughly when he returned.
But the urgent matter at hand was still Mo Hua’s so-called "Divine Tao Array."
Xun Ziyou asked Mo Hua:
"Do you want me to split the tree open to show you the formation inside?"
"No need," Mo Hua replied, "it would be too conspicuous, and the formation in this forest is likely interconnected with divine thoughts as eyes and the woods as pivots. Interfering even slightly could trigger a chain reaction, potentially affecting the flow of divine thought and alerting the core of the formation, alarming the snake in the grass."
"There’s also a possibility that the trees serve as media for the formation, integrating seamlessly. If a tree is cut, the formation inside might become ineffective..."
Xun Ziyou nodded, somewhat half-understanding.
The child was speaking in a profound way; he didn’t fully grasp it.
Anyway, the trees couldn’t be cut.
"Then what will you do?" Xun Ziyou asked.
If he couldn’t cut the trees, how could he observe the formation patterns?
"I’ll just take a look," Mo Hua answered.
"Look?"
Xun Ziyou was momentarily stunned.
How to look?
Just as Xun Ziyou was puzzled, he saw Mo Hua sit cross-legged, take out pen and paper, and stare intently at the large tree.
Meanwhile, an aura both bizarre and mysterious emanated from Mo Hua.
This was completely different from the feeling he gave before.
Xun Ziyou’s pupils slightly contracted.
This aura...
Elder Xun was considered "one of us," so Mo Hua didn’t conceal some methods.
Of course, Elder Xun was not a Formation Master and didn’t walk the path of Divine Sense Proving the Dao, so even if Mo Hua used some divine thought techniques, Elder Xun probably wouldn’t grasp the details.
Mo Hua merged Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation and Heavenly secret Calculation, his gaze clear yet unified, concentrating as he observed the tree, analyzing the aura of the formation that was one with the tree.
This aura was wrapped deep inside by the tree’s wood energy.
Layer upon layer of barriers covered it.
Mo Hua gradually deduced as his divine sense infiltrated layer by layer.
Finally, after an indeterminate time, Mo Hua sensed some faint white aura.
This aura was not the spiritual energy of flora or the spiritual power of a formation, but the aura of divine thought.
But this divine aura was faint white, a mist-like divine thought, merely ordinary cultivator’s divine thought, not yet transformed.
Moreover, though this divine thought was faint white, it was cold and felt somewhat sinister.
It was clear that the cultivator who drew these formations was not respectable.
Moreover, there was even a trace of the Great Wilderness Evil God’s aura.
This trace of aura was extremely subtle, almost undetectable.
If not for Mo Hua’s extensive dealings with the Great Wilderness Evil God, having even consumed its offerings, devoured divine remains, eaten the Evil God’s incarnations, and absorbed much of the Great Wilderness Evil God’s Divine Marrow.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to sense it.
"Indeed... on the surface, the Great Wilderness Evil God seems absent everywhere, but in the shadows, He is lurking everywhere..."
Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart.
Then he settled down, beginning to deduce while recording formation patterns.
Xun Ziyou stood silently behind him, vigilantly watching the surrounding forest for any monster cultivators or demon cultivators appearing, or dangerous monster beasts threatening Mo Hua’s safety.
Meanwhile, he also used the corner of his eye to glance at what Mo Hua was recording.
But soon he realized he couldn’t comprehend it...
It was an extremely unconventional set of formation patterns, completely different from any known formation system.
Each stroke formed a self-contained system, constructing a complete formation logic.
Yet, to the eyes, it made no sense at all.
Xun Ziyou suddenly felt a bit relieved.
Thankfully, at the start of his cultivation, he hadn’t forced himself to learn formations, obeying the ancestor’s command to become a Formation Master.