Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1324: Chapter 751 Monster_2

The categories of formations are numerous and vast as the sea of smoke and clouds.

To truly summarize them all, integrate and comprehend them into one, just thinking about it makes clear it’s bound to be an immense and daunting task.

It requires a vast amount of time and effort.

At the same time, one also needs to learn so many formations.

Mo Hua estimated that even if he spent his entire life, he might not be able to do it.

But anything that is a great and challenging task is never simple.

The Great Dao is right in front of us; even if the journey is long, distant and the end is nowhere in sight, one must keep moving forward step by step.

Cultivators wholeheartedly pursue the Dao.

Even if they cannot reach the end until their lives expire, they should still fall on the path seeking the Great Dao.

One should not be afraid of the difficulty of the Great Dao, hesitating at the starting point until time is wasted and life ends, and the Dao disappears.

This thought firmed up Mo Hua’s Taoist Heart a little further.

He began to calmly organize the formations.

As for other formations, Mo Hua has learned a lot and practiced proficiently.

But only ”Divine Tao Array,” though Mo Hua can render it, practices it often, he vaguely feels that he has not grasped the true essence of this type of formation.

The Divine Tao Array obtained from the small fishing village, though relatively complete, is really too superficial.

Mo Hua only knows that this type of formation has the role to a certain extent of ”isolating” and ”sealing off” Divine Sense.

It can seal the Sea of Consciousness, preventing weaker evil spirits from invading.

To a certain extent, it can also restrain evil spirits.

But its effectiveness is actually not strong.

It works against ordinary evil spirits, but stronger ones are a problem.

Evil Gods, or even the likes of Evil God’s Divine Remains, are out of the question.

So it’s useful, but somewhat like a chicken rib, totally not achieving Mo Hua’s expected effect.

Moreover, Mo Hua always feels that his understanding of the Divine Tao Array is separated by a barrier.

Beyond any field, it’s like a mountain barrier.

The knowledge of formations is the same.

This barrier is this ”mountain.”

So these Divine Formation Patterns, though Mo Hua can render them, he is always vague, half-knowing.

Far from the clear and transparent feeling when rendering other formations.

Mo Hua vaguely has a suspicion.

This type of ”Divine Tao Array” seems to involve some complex formation principles and Dao Laws, similar to the Ultimate Formation...

Mo Hua thinks it’s quite possible.

Only the inheritance of Divine Tao Array he has now is too little, unable to study more, comprehend and verify his conjecture.

Mo Hua sighed and thought to himself:

”There’s almost nothing more to learn...”

”Let’s talk about it next year...”

”After the year, see if I can speak to Elder Master Xun to lift my ’restriction,’ so I can go outside to find Evil Gods, eat some demon monsters, and enjoy a feast.”

”Even if I can’t find Divine Tao Arrays, I can at least improve the ’diet,’ feed the ’Heavenly Dao Laws’ in the Sea of Consciousness, and lift the growth restriction of my Sea of Consciousness...”

...

In the days that followed, Mo Hua maintained a calm mindset, living stably.

It was just that on this Xun Rest day, Mo Hua ventured into Refining Demon Mountain to practice swordsmanship.

Practicing for most of the day, having killed two eagle demons, it was close to dusk, and he was just about to return to the sect when he noticed some commotion in the distance.

Mo Hua was somewhat curious, went closer, and saw a group of fellow disciples gathered together.

Some were holding pills, some were mixing medicinal juices, and some were holding golden needles.

Lying on the ground was none other than Cheng Mo.

His face was pale, lips parched, forehead sweating profusely, with a bloody wound on his chest, blood flowing continuously.

Mo Hua’s face darkened, asking,

”What’s going on?”

Ouyang Mu, looking anxious beside him, upon hearing this, appeared guilty and murmured,

”It’s all my fault...”

Situ Jian shook his head, saying, ”It’s not your fault...”

Situ Jian’s face was slightly pale, his breath somewhat weak, apparently with excessive spiritual power consumption, with some scratches on his Taoist robe, but fortunately, no obvious injuries.

Situ Jian sighed and explained to Mo Hua the reason:

”Junior Brother Ouyang needed some fox demon fur, claws, and bones for his sword refining. Cheng Mo, having some free time, volunteered to catch the demon, and I went along...”

”At first, everything was going well.”

”We found a rare Blood Charming Fox.”

”This kind of fox demon is extremely rare even here in the monster-infested Refining Demon Mountain, with no ready strategy. But having defeated many monster beasts, we have gained experience, following the procedure, like painting a gourd according to the model.”

”Hao Xuan set up traps and formations, and we laid in ambush.”

”Once the Blood Charming Fox fell into the trap, triggering the formation and suffering severe injuries, Cheng Mo and I rushed out, intending to kill the fox demon.”

”We were about to succeed, but unexpectedly, this fox demon knew an enchanting technique.”

”Enchanting technique?” Mo Hua was startled.

”Yes,” Situ Jian nodded, ”It’s a talent some monster beasts are born with, to enchant the cultivator’s Divine Sense.”

”It can cause cultivators to hallucinate, their Divine Sense to become confused, or arise various desires...”

Even Mo Hua, born as a Monster Hunter, rich with monster hunting experience, had only heard of it, never having seen such monster beasts.

”So you were enchanted?”

”A bit,” Situ Jian said, ”This Blood Charming Fox was still immature, only of Second Grade Primary Rank, its enchantment wasn’t strong. Though it made Cheng Mo and I slightly dazed in Divine Sense, before it could deliver a fatal blow, we came to our senses.”

”My Taoist robe was torn with a few cuts, nothing serious.”

”Cheng Mo got a bit injured, but it’s only flesh wounds.”

Mo Hua frowned, glanced at Cheng Mo on the ground, pale as paper, bleeding profusely, and couldn’t help questioning,

”Then what’s wrong with him?”

Situ Jian’s expression was solemn, ”While we were enchanted by the Blood Charming Fox and dazed in Divine Sense momentarily, then regained our senses, teamed up to kill the fox demon, suddenly a ’monster’ jumped out from the forest...”