Deity origins, born from adhering to the Great Dao.
Formations are also manifestations of the Great Dao.
So, by devouring the Divine Marrow and refining deity origins, could he resonate with the Great Dao, thereby understanding Formations more deeply?
Mo Hua silently speculated in his mind.
Regardless, he now learned Formations increasingly fast.
The Di Sha Formation was no exception.
Mo Hua quickly sketched the Formation Patterns a few times and essentially mastered the Formation.
“It’s learned!” After a while, Mo Hua nodded.
Gu An and the others were stunned.
Was it already learned?
Were Formations that easy to learn?
If they didn’t know Mo Hua better, Gu An might have suspected that Young Master Mo was just playing with them…
Isn’t it said that Formations are difficult to learn and acquire slowly?
Was that statement wrong?
Gu An and the others fell into self-doubt.
Mo Hua, unaware of their thoughts, then said:
“I’ll go set up the Formation. You all lie in ambush according to the plan. As soon as the Formation explodes, act immediately!”
The crowd snapped out of their daze and responded solemnly:
“Yes!”
Mo Hua nodded slightly, then stealthily climbed onto the roof of the large fishing house, first heading to the roof of the Pill Room to check on the two children.
The two children were still kneeling before the altar, like offerings to deities, but their breaths were still present.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
In addition, the Evil Pill Master was still engaging in Alchemy, the men in black robes and the Crossing River Dragon were still drinking, some were dozing off.
These people were completely unguarded.
It was the perfect moment for Mo Hua to start.
He took out several bottles of Earth Series Spiritual Ink from his Storage Bag, then took out a handful of Spirit Stones, ground them into powder, and mixed it with the Spiritual Ink to provide Spiritual Power for the Formation.
Then, using Divine Sense to control the ink, he maneuvered the Spiritual Ink to flow over the ground.
In the pitch-black night, the Spiritual Ink, sticking close to the ground like a venomous snake lying in wait, slid stealthily forming the Formation, encapsulating the entire fishing house.
As time trickled by and the Spiritual Ink slowly stretched, the Formation also gradually perfected.
Mo Hua, lying on the roof, concentrated intently on crafting the Formation, when suddenly a slight sound caught his attention.