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At night, Mo Hua practiced the Concealment Formation and the Reversed Spirit Formation on the Taoist Stele in his Sea of Consciousness.
He was already familiar with the Concealment Formation, merely reviewing it.
The Reversed Spirit Formation was extremely difficult; a complete one required the Divine Sense of ten patterns, which Mo Hua couldn’t draw yet—it just served as a training tool to hone his Divine Sense.
The next morning, he rose early to perform his routine cultivation for two hours.
After a quick breakfast, he set off for Big Black Mountain, crossing the Outer Mountain to reach the Inner Mountain and then arrived at the cliff edge.
The cliff rose steeply a thousand feet high, wrapped in clouds and mist, its depth unfathomable.
Mo Hua sat cross-legged at the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes and released his Divine Sense downward to probe beneath the cliff.
This time, with a hypothesis in mind, his purpose was more specific and his perception even more careful.
A moment later, Mo Hua opened his eyes, looking puzzled.
Still, he found nothing.
If he was not mistaken, these Sin Cultivators should have used the Concealment Formation to hide, and the most likely place was under the cliff.
But at the moment, the deep-reaching cliff was bottomless.
Within the range of Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, there were neither figures nor other distinctive auras.
This was quite strange.
If it wasn’t beneath the cliff, could it be on the opposite side?
Mo Hua looked towards the opposite mountain.
The opposite side was a deep mountain, with dense clouds and mist, thick miasma, and fiercely unpredictable energy. Moreover, the miasma obscured vision so that the edge of the cliff was invisible.
Being invisible in itself, it seemed there was no need to use formations to hide anything.
“If not under the cliff, and not the opposite side of the cliff, could it be between the cliffs?”
Mo Hua muttered to himself, then his Divine Sense probed the space between the cliffs.
The miasma and filthy qi between the cliffs intermingled, blurring the view temporarily.
As he scrutinized, Mo Hua suddenly opened his eyes wide.
There was really something there!
Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat. He then closed his eyes again, concentrated his mind, and extended his Divine Sense to its limit, trying to ignore the interference of the miasma and to perceive with all his might.
Amidst the fuzziness, Mo Hua finally spotted a path leading to the opposite cliff.
When he realized what this path was, Mo Hua was shocked.
This was not actually a trail, but a fallen mountain peak!
The peak was sharp, the rocks robust, coming from the opposite side and spanning between the cliffs, forming a natural stone bridge.
A Formation Master had laid down the Concealment Formation on the mountain peak, concealing its figure, combined with the natural miasma between the cliffs to confuse Divine Sense perception.
The mountain peak became an extremely clandestine, unknown path, situated above Thousands miles of Abyss, connecting the cliffs on both sides.
Using the mountain rocks as Formation media, and the mountain’s miasma as a cover, leaving no trace, undetected by gods and spirits.
Mo Hua was stunned.
Suddenly, he thought to himself, “This Formation Master is a master!”
He, too, had just learned the Concealment Formation, but this Formation Master had laid this hidden formation on the mountain rocks long ago, and the level of skill in formations was clearly higher than his own.
Since becoming skilled in formations, aside from the inscrutable Mr. Zhuang, this was the first time Mo Hua had encountered a Formation Master whose attainment in formations surpassed his own.
Mo Hua couldn’t help but be curious—who exactly was this Formation Master?
To set formations for Sin Cultivators, hiding their tracks, could he too be a Sin Cultivator?
Mo Hua felt it was a pity; it was hard enough to learn formations, and yet, to engage in despicable acts of murder and looting for the sake of Sin Cultivators.
What to do next?
Mo Hua frowned.
Now that he had discovered the whereabouts of this group of Sin Cultivators, naturally, he should go and investigate their reality.
But Mo Hua couldn’t possibly venture into danger alone.
After all, no one knew how many Sin Cultivators there were, what their levels of cultivation were like, how depraved they were, or what their intentions were in lurking deep within the mountain.
Mo Hua planned to go back and report this matter to Elder Yu, and also to inform the Taoist Court.
With the help of Monster Hunters and Taoist Court Officials, a large force would be able to take down this group of Sin Cultivators in one stroke.
Having made up his mind, Mo Hua was about to return, but as he turned around, he stopped in his tracks and furrowed his brow again.
This approach also seemed somewhat inappropriate.
Returning to call for reinforcements, although with numbers on their side, a group of people entering the mountain would likely alert the Sin Cultivators and put them on guard.
They were numerous, but what if there were even more Sin Cultivators?