"Can't I... deduce a 'dragon' on my own?"
The Four Symbols Monster Patterns from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, such as the Dog Pattern, Wolf Pattern, Serpent Pattern, Bear Pattern, Tiger Pattern...etc., he had meticulously recorded them all when he ventured into the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
The gathering of monster patterns to cultivate Dragon Patterns, he had also witnessed such formation pattern changes firsthand on Shen Tuao.
Mr. Tu could refine those monster patterns, extracting their essence to cultivate a dragon map.
So why couldn't he?
Copying Mr. Tu's "work" wasn't impressive.
Coming up with it by himself really was impressive.
This is the essential formation skill set of a powerful Formation Master.
The more Mo Hua thought about it, the more it made sense.
"Instead of giving a man a fish, teach a man how to fish."
Mr. Tu didn't give him the "fish," but his "fishing" process was crystal clear to Mo Hua.
If Mr. Tu could cultivate a dragon, so could he!
Moreover, carrying the Heavenly secret Calculation, the Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation, and the Back Origin Calculation of the Five Elements Sect, he had no reason to be inferior to Mr. Tu in derivation...
Mo Hua's gaze gradually lit up, and his determination solidified.
He also wanted to cultivate a dragon from the monsters.
Thoroughly analyze the Four Symbols Formation, study the various changes in the monster patterns, and then "create" a dragon of his own!
"Dragon..."
As he thought about dragons, Mo Hua suddenly remembered the "Dragon Vein" he had.
He climbed to the head of the bed and pulled out the Dragon Vein, wrapped in black cloth, from beneath the pillow.
Mo Hua unveiled a corner of the black cloth, revealing a section of the Dragon Vein.
A strong Azure Dragon aura immediately surged out.
Mo Hua was startled and promptly restrained the Dragon Vein with the black cloth to prevent the dragon's aura from leaking out.
He then furrowed his brows.
The aura of this Dragon Vein was too strong, and he simply couldn't study it.
Nor did he dare to touch it.
At the Gushan Temple, Shen Shouxing, whose cultivation was at the Golden Core Peak, had just grabbed this Dragon Vein and immediately lost an arm.
Even if Mo Hua were bold enough to eat a bear's heart or leopard's gall, he wouldn't dare touch it with his bare hands.
He knew better than anyone the strength of his own body.
Moreover, he indeed lacked the bloodline of the royal family of the Great Wilderness.
Mo Hua gazed at the Dragon Vein for a while, couldn't make sense of it, and decided to set it aside for the time being.
"I'll leave the Dragon Vein alone; it won't run away anyway. Let's focus on deriving the dragon map first..."
Mo Hua took out Formation Paper and recorded all the monster patterns obtained from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons carerefully.
Then he officially began implementing his grand plan to "create" a dragon.
Gathering the essence of ten thousand demons to depict the dragon map of the Great Wilderness.
And naturally, this was also a vast formation project.
But Mo Hua was neither anxious nor discouraged.
Through this process of deriving the patterns, he could gradually deepen his understanding and application of the Four Symbols Formation.
Even if, in the end, he couldn't "create" a dragon, by continually attempting to deconstruct, integrate, transform, and merge the monster patterns, he would inevitably become a formation master adept in the Four Symbols Formation Patterns.
However you looked at it, nothing would be lost.
Mo Hua calmed his mind and started to research the changes in the Four Symbols Monster Patterns, comparing them with the incomplete dragon map, stroke by stroke.
Time passed slowly, with the night serene.
The candlelight on the table flickered gently.
The monster patterns shifted ceaselessly under his pen.
It was unclear how much time had passed, but Mo Hua, always full of energy, unexpectedly felt a touch of drowsiness.
His eyelids were heavy, and the formation patterns before him became blurry.
The Dragon Vein beside him emitted a slight warmth.
The monster patterns began to twist and meld together, forming indistinct silhouettes.
As Mo Hua watched these silhouettes, his focus weakened, and unconsciously, he slumped over the table, drifting into sleep.
In his sleep, Mo Hua had a dream.
In the dream, he saw a dragon.