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Mr. Zhuang called Mo Hua in alone.
"Master..."
Mo Hua's eyes grew sore.
Mr. Zhuang smiled gently, waved his hand, beckoned Mo Hua to his side, and handed him a ring.
This ring was simple, yet it exuded an ancient and grand aura.
"Your senior brother and sister have clans, backgrounds, and even an extraordinary cultivator as a mother - they lack for nothing. Therefore, as your master, I'll favor you a little by leaving this with you..."
"This is a Storage Ring."
"Like a storage bag, it can hold things, but it's more concealed than a storage bag."
"Although you come from the life of a Loose Cultivator without many treasures, you do possess some secret items, especially the Jade Slip of 'Tianyan Jue' and that 'Five Elements Formation Flow Chart'... You must keep these safe, and they absolutely must not be lost."
Mr. Zhuang personally placed the Storage Ring, with great care, onto Mo Hua's hand.
The Storage Ring was of a normal size, but Mo Hua's hand was small, so it could only fit on his thumb.
"This ring must be 'bound by blood' to its owner."
Mr. Zhuang said, and then with a flick of his finger, a cut appeared on Mo Hua's left thumb, and fresh blood flowed into the Storage Ring.
The Storage Ring seemed to come alive, greedily absorbing Mo Hua's fresh blood.
The wound was very painful, but Mo Hua pursed his lips and endured without making a sound.
After a moment, the pain subsided, and Mo Hua looked down to see that the Storage Ring on his thumb seemed to have disappeared, but within his Divine Sense, a faint connection was formed.
It was as if the ring still existed on his thumb.
Only now, no one else could see it.
Seeing that the ring did not reject him, Mr. Zhuang completely relaxed. He looked at Mo Hua again and asked gently:
"Have you remembered everything I taught you?"
"Mhm," Mo Hua nodded.
Mr. Zhuang began to quiz him one by one.
From Divine Sense Calculation to the various Formation principles, from the Reversed Spirit Formation and the Thick Earth Formation, to the large formations and the intricacies of the Formation Pivot... Mr. Zhuang tirelessly went over them all again.
It seemed like this was the last time he would be teaching his young disciple.
So he patiently and gently repeated everything, big or small.
Listening, Mo Hua felt his nose prickle and his vision blur.
After finishing, Mr. Zhuang patted Mo Hua's head and then asked:
"You know about Gui Tao's people, right?"
Mo Hua was startled and nodded slightly.
"Gui Tao's people..."
"He was my senior brother, and could be considered... your Uncle."
"He has fallen to demonhood, and what he cultivates is one of Gui Tao's spell points..."
"His heart is cold, his methods are extremely strong, and he's also extremely arrogant, but he's a master of the Divine Thought Technique, and his use of Divine Sense has reached the pinnacle..."
"If you ever meet him, you must be very careful..."
"Yes, Master."
Mo Hua's eyes were moist as he nodded.
Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua and, after a moment of thought, his expression apologetic but frank:
"As your master... I have fateful opportunities and astoning secrets... but these, I cannot pass on to you, nor can I even tell you about them."
"To pass them on to you would bring you great disaster."
"Even knowing about them would taint you with karma."
"So you should know nothing, and you should not want to know anything..."
"The Immortal Sky Formation Flow is a unique inheritance, which I cannot teach you..."
"What I can teach you are only some obscure and complex Divine Thought Techniques, along with the principles of formations."
"In the future, you will have to learn each formation one by one, and understand each point bit by bit, all on your own…"
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"Even if it's difficult, even if there are a hundred setbacks, you must follow your own path, establish your own Formation Flow, cultivate supreme Divine Sense, and verify your own Tao!"
Mo Hua's expression was serious as he nodded, "I'll remember that, Master..."
Mr. Zhuang nodded, looking at Mo Hua, feeling as if he had a thousand words to say, but found himself unable to utter a single one, ultimately all that remained was a long, lingering sigh.
Mo Hua's head drooped as well.