Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2050 Chapter 979: Ultimate Formation_3

There was no choice but to delve deeper into his studies.

With precise care, Mo Hua retrieved a piece of ancient parchment from his Storage Ring.

Drawn upon this parchment were archaic and cryptic patterns, possessing a direct lineage to the First Grade Reversed Spirit Formation.

It was the Second Grade Twenty Patterns, Reversed Spirit Formation Map!

By utilizing the Thunder Magnetism Formation to manipulate a disciple of a Demon Cultivator, he had undergone immense peril to pilfer this treasure from the Demon Sect's merit vault.

During his time in the Qi Refinement Realm, the Reversed Spirit Formation had been the very first Ultimate Formation Mo Hua mastered.

Now that he had ascended to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage and possessed a Divine Sense capable of Twenty Patterns, he was finally eligible to study this Second Grade Reversed Spirit Ultimate Formation.

Mo Hua’s fingers lightly brushed against the parchment of the Formation Diagram.

To an outsider, it would appear as nothing more than an ancient, incomprehensible map of unclear intent.

However, through the eyes of Mo Hua—who had already perfected the First Grade Reversed Spirit Formation—it was a completely different story.

He could practically perceive the laws of spiritual power reversal drifting slowly within the strokes.

This law of reversal acted like a dormant spark; once triggered, it could ignite a violent transformation in the laws, unleashing staggering destructive energy.

Back in the Qi Refinement Realm, he had once employed this Reversed Spirit Formation to collapse a Large Formation, successfully eliminating a Taoist Demon Big Demon.

Currently, with his Foundation established, the destructive potential of the formation would reach an entirely new tier once he mastered the Second Grade Reversed Spirit Formation.

Should a Second Grade Large Formation be used as the seed for collapse, the resulting explosion of power would be so terrifyingly vast that Mo Hua hardly dared to contemplate it.

Of course, such thoughts were merely theoretical for now.

Where could he possibly locate a Second Grade Large Formation just to destroy it?

Constructing a Second Grade Large Formation demanded an enormous amount of labor, materials, Spirit Stones, and Spiritual Ink...

As a Formation Master himself, Mo Hua understood these costs only too well.

Even if someone else permitted him to collapse such a structure, he might not have the heart to go through with it.

Nevertheless, even without the destruction of a Second Grade Large Formation, collapsing standard Second Grade Formations—specifically High-Level ones—via the Reversed Spirit Formation would still yield massive destructive force. Such an act could potentially inflict severe wounds on a Golden Core cultivator, even if it failed to kill them.

In this manner, he would gain yet another vital trump card to use against Golden Core cultivators.

Feeling a surge of excitement, Mo Hua focused his mind and began to immerse himself in the Reversed Spirit Formation Map spread before him.

One by one, the formation patterns were etched into his memory.

Though the reversal law flowing through the map was both raw and profound, it was gradually being decoded and understood by Mo Hua’s Divine Thought.

The complexity of the Reversed Spirit Formation was significantly higher this time.

Because he had mastered the First Grade version and had decoded the finale formation during the Formation Competition—which incorporated elements of the Reversed Spirit Law—his learning pace was much faster.

Despite this, such a high level of comprehension was not something that could be finished in a single night.

Mo Hua knew he had to remain diligent, practicing and reflecting every single day.

Through the accumulation of time and persistent effort, mastery would eventually come, leading to a moment of sudden enlightenment.

Perhaps one day, through sheer repetition, he would grasp the true essence of the Reversed Spirit Formation in an instant.

Mastering formations demands a colossal investment of time, unwavering dedication, and stubborn contemplation; there are simply no shortcuts to be found.

Fortunately, Mo Hua was well-acquainted with this rigorous lifestyle.

After spending some time meditating on the Reversed Spirit Formation, Mo Hua decided it was enough for now and tucked the map away.

He then turned his attention to a different concern:

The Lifebound Formation Map.

A trace of disappointment flickered through Mo Hua’s mind.

He had exerted so much effort in the tombs of Solitary Mountain City to secure the Green Dragon Formation Map of the Four Symbols, yet his plans had been thwarted. Ultimately, Mr. Tu, who had been orchestrating things for a long time, had snatched it away.

Mo Hua had only been planning for a year or two.

In contrast, Mr. Tu might have been plotting for centuries.

It was hardly shocking that he had been outmaneuvered, and Mo Hua could accept that reality.

However, this meant his "Lifebound Formation Map" remained out of reach.

Mo Hua let out a sigh and pulled several formation sketches from his Storage Ring.

These papers were covered in various formation patterns, all resembling draconic features: dragon scales, claws, fins, and bodies...

A portion of these patterns had been calculated by Mo Hua himself.

Others were copies he had imprinted from Shen Tuao.

Yet, these patterns remained fragments.

The deductions were incomplete, and the imprints were only half-finished.

Mo Hua stared at these fractured dragon scales and claws with a furrowed brow until a daring thought suddenly struck him:

"Why must I rely on the dragon map held by Mr. Tu?"

"Is it not possible for me to... deduce a 'dragon' on my own?"

He had already meticulously recorded the Four Symbols Monster Patterns from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons—the Dog, Wolf, Serpent, Bear, and Tiger patterns.

Furthermore, he had personally witnessed the process of monster patterns merging to form Dragon Patterns within Shen Tuao.

If Mr. Tu was capable of refining those monster patterns and extracting their essence to create a dragon map, then why couldn't he do the same?

Simply copying Mr. Tu’s work wasn't particularly impressive.

Truly creating it from scratch—now that would be an achievement.

This was the fundamental skill set required of a truly powerful Formation Master.

The more Mo Hua pondered it, the more logical it seemed.

"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime."

Mr. Tu hadn't given him the "fish," but the "fishing" method had been laid bare before Mo Hua’s eyes.

If Mr. Tu could cultivate a dragon, then so could he!

Moreover, with his mastery of the Heavenly Secret Calculation, the Heavenly Secret Tricky Calculation, and the Back Origin Calculation of the Five Elements Sect, there was no reason his deductive abilities should fall short of Mr. Tu's.

Mo Hua’s eyes began to glow with renewed determination.

He would cultivate a dragon from the essence of monsters.

He would dismantle the Four Symbols Formation, analyze every variation of the monster patterns, and then "forge" a dragon of his own making!

"Dragon..."

Thinking of dragons reminded Mo Hua of the "Dragon Vein" in his possession.

He crawled to the head of his bed and pulled the Dragon Vein, which was swathed in black cloth, from beneath his pillow.

Mo Hua peeled back a corner of the fabric to reveal a small section of the vein.

Immediately, a powerful Azure Dragon aura began to billow outward.

Startled, Mo Hua quickly recovered the Dragon Vein with the black cloth to choke off the leaking aura.

He frowned in frustration.

The aura emanating from this Dragon Vein was far too intense for him to study.

He didn't even dare to touch it directly.

At Gushan Temple, Shen Shouxing—a cultivator at the Golden Core Peak—had lost an arm the moment he grabbed this Dragon Vein.

No matter how courageous Mo Hua might be, he wasn't foolish enough to touch it with his bare hands.

He was acutely aware of the limits of his own physical body.

Furthermore, he lacked the necessary bloodline of the Great Wilderness royal family.

Mo Hua stared at the Dragon Vein for a long moment, unable to find a way forward, and decided to put it aside.

"I'll leave the Dragon Vein for later; it isn't going anywhere. First, I must focus on deriving the dragon map..."

Mo Hua took out fresh Formation Paper and carefully transcribed all the monster patterns he had collected from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

With that, he officially launched his ambitious project to "create" a dragon.

He would gather the essence of ten thousand demons to illustrate the dragon map of the Great Wilderness.

Naturally, this was a monumental undertaking in the field of formations.

But Mo Hua felt neither rushed nor disheartened.

Through the act of deriving these patterns, he would slowly sharpen his understanding and application of the Four Symbols Formation.

Even if he ultimately failed to "create" a dragon, the constant effort of deconstructing, integrating, and merging the monster patterns would inevitably transform him into a master of the Four Symbols Formation Patterns.

No matter the outcome, he stood to gain everything and lose nothing.

Calming his thoughts, Mo Hua began researching the shifts in the Four Symbols Monster Patterns, comparing them stroke by stroke against his incomplete dragon map.

Time ticked away in the silence of the night.

The candle on his desk flickered softly.

Under his brush, the monster patterns shifted and changed without end.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed, but Mo Hua—usually a wellspring of energy—suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion.

His eyelids grew heavy, and the patterns on the paper began to blur together.

The Dragon Vein resting beside him began to radiate a soft, gentle warmth.

The monster patterns seemed to twist and merge, forming faint, shadowy silhouettes.

As Mo Hua watched these shapes, his concentration slipped away, and he eventually slumped over the desk, falling into a deep slumber.

In his sleep, Mo Hua entered a dream.

And in that dream, he beheld a dragon.