Inside Yanluo Mountain.
The Blood Sacrifice Array was still operating, the evil qi was thick, and in the blood-sared Demon's Cave, Mo Hua curiously "toured" around.
All the demon cultivators inside Yanluo Mountain were killed by the Taoist Court, leaving no one to interrupt his research on the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.
The army of flesh and demon monsters needed to be nourished by the blood-saturated earth veins and could not stray too far from the valley. As long as one didn't approach the valley entrance, the danger wasn't considerable.
The evil spirits roaming in the air weren't worth worrying about.
Thus, Mo Hua blended into the grand formation, feeling sowhat "like a fish in water," dismantling whatever he wished, observing whatever he liked, with no one or demon monsters to stop him.
In this manner, Mo Hua wandered around the outskirts, broadening his understanding of formations and enriching his practical experience with grand formation applications from examining examples of evil formation applications and construction details. He benefited greatly.
After wandering around and feeling it was enough, Mo Hua turned and walked towards the secret Formation Pivot Chamber.
Inside the secret Formation Pivot Chamber were four Golden Core Evil Formation Masters.
Now all four of these Golden Core Evil Formation Masters were dead, their bodies still on site, limbs shattered, heads separated.
This was sothing Mo Hua had specifically instructed Uncle Gu beforehand.
Upon the first attack on Yanluo Mountain, he instructed to bring so Golden Core Stewards and sneak into this Formation Pivot Chamber to first kill these few Golden Core Formation Masters, make sure their heads were removed, and not to look into their eyes.
Killing formation masters first in a battle.
This was Mo Hua's insight from years of experience as a seasoned Formation Master.
Uncle Gu implented it very well.
Mo Hua nodded, then looked towards the table.
On the table, the wine cup remained, the eye within it turning, blood slowly seeping from the eye, rging with the wine, turning the liquid bright red.
Mo Hua considered for a mont, but ultimately resisted drinking.
This object was sowhat strange; it was better not to taste it.
According to Mo Hua's guess, it was likely a ans used by Evil Formation Masters to improve their formation Dao skills through the supplentation of divine sense using these strange objects.
But in this world, there are rarely good things without a price; everything has
its cost.
Evil Formation Masters resorted to using evil objects to supplent divine sense, strengthen the sea of consciousness, and comprehend formations.
Or they indulged in unwarranted slaughter, using human flesh, bones, and skin to lower the formation spell point threshold to draw stronger formations; all these actions ca with a price.
They would gradually sink into the evil path, step by step, until relying on it, forever unable to reach the true Great Dao of Formation.
The formation must rely on oneself, learning bit by bit, practicing repeatedly, with a singularly dedicated heart, continually delving deep. Only this kind of learning truly becos one's own and integrates seamlessly.
Sotis, a shortcut is actually a detour.
The real "shortcut" is to persistently move forward on the right path.
Mo Hua stood in contemplation, his gaze slowly penetrating, and gradually abandoned the "temptation" of the evil formation in his heart. Once he resolidified his Taoist Heart, he resud studying the Array Plate in front of him.
This was the Array Plate at the "core" of the Formation Pivot.
Moreover, it was of Third Grade.
Mo Hua attempted to use his divine sense to intervene in this formation pivot, trying multiple tis, all resulting in failure.
Though his divine sense had reached the realm of Golden Core with twenty patterns, it seed incapable of controlling the grand formation's pivot.
The grand formation pivot resisted his divine sense.
Mo Hua wasn't one to concede easily, steeling himself to continue trying relentlessly, using his steadfastly pure golden divine sense after Taoist transformation to endure the super-strong loads that ordinary Formation Masters couldn't bear, to forcibly penetrate the formation's core, seizing control of the grand formation's pivot.
Finally, after nurous attempts that were nothing short of miracles, the grand formation pivot broke rank and recognized Mo Hua's divine sense level,
granting him partial access.
Mo Hua's divine sense finally intervened in the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice
Formation's formation pivot.
With a roar, his sea of consciousness shook.
Mo Hua endured the intense pain and slowly opened his eyes.
Before him stretched an endless blood-red landscape.
Countless formation patterns resembling blood vessels spread far and wide, weaving and extending outward.
Evil power flowed through these "blood vessels," utilizing the formation patterns to link all aspects of the grand formation, rendering the Desolate. Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation like a world-shocking "colossal big demon," gradually awakening...
Communicating with the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation through his divine sense, upon seeing this scene, Mo Hua's first reaction was the insignificance of himself.
The grand formation's blood-red expanse resembled a vast ocean, boundless
and imasurable.
While he was but a speck within this sanguine sea.
Mo Hua was awed and suddenly realized he had "misjudged" the scale of this
grand formation previously.
This Blood Sacrifice Formation was truly imnse, far beyond what he could
"control."
"Is this the structure of a Quasi-Third Grade Grand Array..."
Mo Hua was sowhat dazed; anwhile, a sense of suffocating powerlessness
erged within his heart.
His previous understanding had been too "narrow," and sowhat "peering
from a well," overly self-assured.
He had thought communicating with the formation pivot would allow him to so extent to alter this Blood Sacrifice Formation.
But now, given the gigantic scale and complex structure, rely "understanding" the grand formation seed a formidable task.
Mo Hua felt slightly frustrated, but after a brief mont of defeat, he gradually
cald down his mindset.
Its vastness was appropriate.
The formation being complex and difficult to understand was also appropriate.
This was worthy of being called a grand formation.
Such a tier of grand formation justified being the lifelong pursuit of countless formation masters worldwide.
Even his own "shallowness" and "misjudgnt" were appropriate.
Recognizing one's insignificance is the first step toward becoming strong.
It's by knowing flaws and shortcomings that one can find a direction for effort and gradually grow stronger.
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