Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2041 Chapter 976: Auspicious Omen

Back at the Disciple's Residence.

Mo Hua sat atop his bed, propping his chin with one hand as he pondered several lingering questions.

The secret consumption of Divine Marrow and the silent condensation of his Divine Thought into a Pill were events he considered to be handled with great discretion.

"How did Elder Master Xun manage to sense something?"

"Furthermore, why was he inquiring about any potential phenomena?"

"Could the formation of my Divine Sense have triggered some kind of vision?"

After a brief moment of reflection, Mo Hua shook his head and thought, "What sort of phenomena could I possibly have manifested?"

Besides, if a true vision had occurred, the surroundings wouldn't have remained so utterly silent, would they?

Mo Hua turned his gaze toward the window, looking out over the expanse of Taixu Mountain.

The mountain courtyard was draped in stillness, the forests appearing deep and tranquil. Aside from the occasional soft breeze, the night remained peaceful and undisturbed.

The Disciple's Residence was just as quiet.

Everyone, including Yu Er, was either lost in deep sleep, studying by the light of a candle, or drifting through dreams; nothing out of the ordinary was taking place.

Mo Hua gave his head a small shake.

"Elder Master Xun is the Heaven Void Ancestor, after all. With his unfathomable Divine Thought, it shouldn't be too surprising that he realized my Divine Thought had formed a Pill..."

Pushing these thoughts aside, Mo Hua focused his mind on his future plans now that he had reached the Twenty Patterns of Divine Thought.

The first priority was absolute secrecy; he must not let a soul find out that his Divine Sense had formed a Pill.

Elder Master Xun had been very specific with this instruction.

Mo Hua understood that he was now a "rare species." If his secret were exposed, he might be snatched up and vivisected for a "study on how Foundation Building Cultivators break through Realm limitations with Divine Thought forming a Pill."

While he wasn't sure if other Dao Cultivators would find the topic fascinating, Mo Hua knew that he certainly did.

His next goal was to dive into the study of Ultimate Formations beyond Twenty Patterns.

He had harbored a desire to learn these Ultimate Formations for a long time; now, he finally possessed the capacity to research them in depth.

Once he mastered them, his proficiency in formations would advance further, moving past the limit of the Second Grade to explore the realm of Ultimate Formations that transcended standard grading.

Furthermore, the tempering effect that Ultimate Formations had on Divine Sense was far superior to that of standard formations.

As a result, his Divine Sense would likely continue to grow stronger as he studied these Ultimate Formations.

Thirdly, he needed to conduct research into the Path of Divine Thought.

Mo Hua felt that his current Divine Thought had become somewhat cluttered with concepts like Divine Sense Proving the Dao, Divine Position, Divine Rank, Divine Thought Taoism, Divine Marrow, and various qualitative transformations...

Usually, the framework of a cultivator's Divine Thought is quite straightforward.

Even the structure of a deity's Divine Thought, though deep and profound, remains very distinct.

However, because Mo Hua was a human currently treading the path of deities, it was as if two different frameworks had been mashed together, resulting in a chaotic mess.

He needed to reorganize many concepts regarding the Divine Way and his knowledge of Divine Thought.

The future trajectory of his Divine Thought required careful planning as well.

There was a mountain of work ahead of him, but before any of that, the situation at Solitary Mountain City had to be dealt with...

Having finished his contemplations, Mo Hua enjoyed a rare night of peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

The following morning, Mo Hua joined his fellow disciples for classes and Cultivation as he always did.

Even though Elder Master Xun had warned him to keep his secrets hidden, the knowledge that his Divine Sense had reached Twenty Patterns—matching the Golden Core realm—put a lingering smile on Mo Hua’s face and added a boost of confidence to his step.

"Junior Brother, you seem... a bit different today..." Cheng Mo remarked in a low voice while they were eating lunch.

"Is that so?" Mo Hua asked, blinking innocently.

Cheng Mo nodded, though he struggled to find the right words to describe it.

He simply felt that Mo Hua appeared more "profound" and "composed" than before, moving with an aura that felt completely hidden.

He reminded him of those Elders or Instructors who move without a sound, suddenly appearing right in front of you the moment you lose focus during Cultivation.

To put it simply, he had become much harder to read.

Mo Hua replied, "That's just what happens when one's Divine Sense is strong."

Cheng Mo nodded in awe. "Junior Brother, your Divine Sense must be at Nineteen Patterns by now, right?"

Mo Hua gave a small nod. "Close enough."

It was exactly one pattern higher than nineteen, after all.

Cheng Mo felt a pang of envy. "I wonder when my Divine Sense will ever be as powerful as yours, Junior Brother."

Situ Jian interjected, "Keep dreaming; in dreams, anything is possible."

The disciples sitting nearby couldn't suppress their laughter.

Cheng Mo snapped back, slightly annoyed, "Situ, are you trying to undermine me again?"

Situ Jian took a calm sip of his tea. "Undermining you? Do you even have a leg to stand on?"

"Fine then! Let's spar during the swordsmanship contest later and see who's truly better!"

"Didn't you just lose to me yesterday?"

"That was a fluke! You caught me off guard!"

"If you don't know something, learn it; if you lose, practice more; just don't make excuses."

"Situ, you should learn something good from Junior Brother. Study formations or something, but please, don't pick up his sharp way of talking..."

"I'll certainly learn..."

...

The group continued their playful bickering, filling the air with a lively and cheerful energy.

Mo Hua squinted his eyes and smiled, but as he watched them, a sudden wave of inexplicable nostalgia washed over him.

He had successfully formed his Divine Thought Pill.

He had been practicing Tao cultivation at Qianxue for eight years now; with a nine-year term, only one year remained.

In a year's time, he and these fellow disciples would likely go their separate ways.

They had gathered from every corner of the Nine States to study here in Qian State, but once they departed, they would be scattered across the vast world. There was no knowing when they might meet again.

It was also uncertain if he would ever have another chance to sit and joke around with a group of brothers like this.

Sometimes, the most ordinary and simple friendships are the most precious.

Once they are lost, trying to reclaim them might be impossible.

Mo Hua let out a soft sigh and took a sip of his tea.

The tea tasted rich and sweet, yet it carried a faint, lingering hint of bitterness.