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In the vast expanse of the Spirit Field, there was a secluded patch of land.
Mo Hua sat on the ridge, beginning to practice the Thick Earth Formation on a patch of bare earth in front of him.
The principles of the Thick Earth Formation itself, Mo Hua had already mastered with the help of the Taoist Stele.
The only problem was that when drawn, the formation had no effect.
Thick Earth espouses the virtue of vastness; it carries weight, cultivates, and nurtures all living things.
This Formation must use the land as the Formation media to truly take effect.
Mo Hua, holding his brush dipped in ink, began to draw the Thick Earth Formation on the ground.
After a while, a mysterious and ancient Thick Earth Formation, containing eleven Formation Patterns, was completed.
Mo Hua infused Spiritual Power, hoping to activate the formation.
But the Spiritual Power entered the formation like water pouring into a bucket with a hole; it drained away in an instant.
Mo Hua wiped the Formation Patterns with his hand, and they were easily erased.
Mo Hua sighed.
He had failed.
Mo Hua was not willing to give up and started to draw again.
As expected, the second drawing also failed.
The third drawing did not succeed either…
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After his Divine Sense was exhausted, Mo Hua sat in meditation, waiting for it to fill up again before continuing to draw.
But no matter how he drew, the Patterns could not merge with the land, and the Spiritual Power could not circulate.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows and thought:
"It seems Master was right, it sounds simple in theory, but in practice, it’s totally different..."
"No matter how I draw, the Patterns cannot stay on the ground, and the Spiritual Power cannot resonate with the earth."
"Moreover, after drawing so many times, there’s still no progress..."
"Should I ask Master again?"
Mo Hua hesitated, then shook his head.
Better to contemplate it again.
If Master had wanted to tell him, he would have done so already.
Master’s silence must mean something else, that he wanted him to figure it out on his own.
There’s an old saying, "The master points the way, but the cultivation is up to the individual."
It’s better to learn and think on one’s own; the understanding is deeper that way.
Mo Hua nodded to himself, then pondered:
"I must not have drawn enough."
"Draw a Formation a hundred times, and its meaning will reveal itself."
"Let’s draw a hundred times first, and if there’s still no clue, then I’ll ask Master."
Mo Hua nodded again, concentrated his breath, and resumed drawing the Thick Earth Formation on the land.
He drew from morning to afternoon, and from afternoon to evening.
Mo Hua did not need to sleep at night.
When his Divine Sense was exhausted, or he felt tired, he would sink his Divine Sense into the Sea of Consciousness.
Sitting quietly in front of the Taoist Stele for a while in meditation, his Divine Sense would be replenished, leaving him feeling refreshed.
Mo Hua drew the Formation day and night without rest.
Bai Zixi, with a young child in tow, brought food to Mo Hua.
But seeing that Mo Hua was absorbed in drawing the Formation, she did not disturb him, simply leaving the food beside him quietly.
When Mo Hua tired from drawing and took a break, he would casually eat a few bites upon seeing the meal box.
After eating, he would continue drawing the Formation.
Several days later, Mo Hua had drawn the Thick Earth Formation eighty to ninety times, but the Patterns still could not merge with the earth.
Mo Hua began to doubt himself.
Was the method incorrect?
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