Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2057 Chapter 982: Fulfilling the Promise
Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...
"Just what is this 'Ancient Formation' the Second Elder spoke of?"
Mo Hua’s gaze deepened as he fell into silent contemplation.
An ancient, bizarre formation pattern salvaged from the boundless barbaric wilderness, refined by the Great Witch, and sealed away by the Great Wilderness royal family... It was even carved into that sinister bone statue featuring a human face and sheep horns.
The Second Elder had never actually laid eyes on this formation and possessed no knowledge of its true nature. Why, then, did he believe it was the perfect fit for Mo Hua’s lifebound magical treasure?
Recalling the subtle nuances in the Second Elder’s expression back in the Dragon Hall, Mo Hua weighed the memories carefully.
It seemed that initially, the Second Elder had no intention of discussing this topic.
This "Ancient Formation" was likely a secret of the Great Wilderness buried so deep in his soul that he intended to take it to his grave.
However, the chaos within the Dragon Hall appeared to have forced a change of heart. Only after an intense internal struggle did he finally reveal the secret to Mo Hua.
On the surface, it looked like the desperate final act of a dying man.
Yet, one must remember that this Second Elder had survived for ages by tethering his life to dragon bones.
Those who live such unnaturally long lives often become excessively calculating—especially an old demon cultivator who specialized in webs of intrigue.
While his final words of gratitude and blessing toward Mo Hua might have been sincere, it was equally possible they were laced with hidden motives.
"Does a formation like this truly exist?"
"Could the Second Elder have simply dangled a piece of bait to lead me on?"
Mo Hua’s brow furrowed.
The dilemma was that even if this ancient formation was merely a "lure," he found himself unable to turn away from it.
Furthermore, the Second Elder’s claim that a barbaric wilderness ancient formation would serve as a suitable Lifebound Formation Map must have been rooted in some form of logic.
"What could it possibly be? Some variation of a Great Wilderness Dragon Formation? Or perhaps something entirely different?"
Regrettably, the Second Elder’s soul had already dissipated into nothingness, leaving these questions unanswered.
The true essence of this formation diagram remained shrouded in mystery.
Mo Hua couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
The journey to find his lifebound magical treasure had been fraught with complications, leaving him with nothing but a faint, elusive shadow to chase.
Shaking his head, Mo Hua regained his composure.
Cultivation is a path of hardship, and precious inheritances are notoriously rare.
It was foolish to expect great rewards without putting in the effort.
In the past, his Master had guided him, and at the Taixu Gate, Elder Master Xun and various other Elders had looked after his well-being. But they could not shield him forever.
He needed to learn how to break through obstacles on his own to solidify his Cultivation foundation.
Only by relying on his own strength could he truly make a name for himself across the Nine States.
In the future, he would have to trek through the world alone, exploring perilous lands and searching for forgotten Taoist repositories to collect ancient formation diagrams and grow his power.
Mo Hua’s Taoist heart grew more resilient, and a spark of determination lit up his eyes.
He pushed the thoughts of the barbaric wilderness ancient formation aside for the moment, having made his decision.
Turning his attention back, he picked up the Dragon Vein once more.
The Dragon Hall was now blanketed in silence. With the Dragon Emperor dead, a significant portion of the inheritance source had been severed, causing the Dragon Vein to become much more placid.
The aura radiating from the Dragon Vein no longer felt so violent.
Mo Hua attempted to link his Divine Thought with the Dragon Vein to communicate.
However, his efforts met with failure.
The Dragon Vein remained completely unresponsive.
Mo Hua’s frown deepened.
"That shouldn't be right..."
He had assumed that after devouring the Dragon Soul, he would naturally develop a resonance with the Dragon Vein.
Why was there no connection at all?
Sinking his Divine Sense into his Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua began to inspect the state of his Divine Thought.
After a moment of introspection, he realized that while he had consumed the Dragon Soul, his Divine Thought hadn't undergone a fundamental transformation; it was merely tinged with a hint of dragon aura.
Even his voice now carried a faint, resonant dragon roar when he spoke loudly.
This outcome was a far cry from what he had envisioned.
He had expected that consuming a Dragon Soul would, if not turn him into a dragon, at least grant him dragon scales or claws.
He thought his Divine Thought would become significantly more corporeal.
The reality was disappointing.
The Dragon Soul wasn't nearly as "nutritious" as he had hoped.
"Why?"
"Is it because that Great Wilderness Dragon Emperor lived for too long and became decayed, causing his aura to lose its vitality?"
"Or... is the essence of the Dragon Soul simply too tough to break down? Have I eaten it without truly digesting it?"
Mo Hua considered both possibilities, finding them equally likely.
Then again, since no one had ever successfully "eaten" a Dragon Soul before, there was no way to know how long the digestion process should take.
"Regardless, since it's already in my stomach, I'll just have to refine it slowly and see what happens," Mo Hua muttered to himself.
"Proving the Dao through Divine Sense, Divine Thought Taoism, and now adding dragon power... does this mean I'm practicing a 'Divine Thought Dragon Transformation'?"
"If I actually turn into a dragon, will my 'Divine Thought into Sword' technique become a 'Divine Dragon Sword'? Would every strike summon a dragon?"
Was he straying further away from the righteous path?
Without realizing it, he had overcomplicated the matter again.
Mo Hua sighed.
"Forget it. Just like one more louse won't make you itch more, one more debt doesn't matter when you're already buried in them. Things are chaotic enough; adding a dragon to the mix won't change much."
He decided to let it digest slowly and deal with the consequences later.
Withdrawing his Divine Sense from his Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes and stared at the Dragon Vein, realizing a new problem:
"What am I supposed to do with this Dragon Vein?"
For the time being, the Dragon Vein seemed completely useless to him.
It couldn't be tucked away in a storage bag.
He couldn't even study it properly.
His plan to "raise a dragon" was still in its infancy; he was nowhere near gathering enough essence from the myriad demons to complete a full dragon pattern. There was no telling how long that would take.
The moment to "paint the dragon and dot the eyes" was still far off.
Holding the Dragon Vein now felt like holding a worthless scrap.
Actually, it wasn't just useless—it was a "hot potato" that he didn't know how to handle.