Tuan Tu tidak terkejut; memang seperti inilah tingkat kekuatan yang seharusnya dimiliki Mo Hua sebagai Pemimpin Formasi.
Lukis Formasi Mo Hua juga sangat cepat.
Segala macam Diagram Formasi telah terukir di hatinya; ketika penanya bergerak seperti awan melayang, ketika penanya berlari seperti air mengalir. Pola Formasi di bawah penanya bukan hanya tanpa cela hingga ke helai rambut terkecil, tetapi bahkan membawa semacam pesona yang matang dan halus.
Namun Tuan Tu masih mengerutkan kening.
Ia tahu Mo Hua sebenarnya bisa lebih cepat lagi.
Anak nakal ini masih menahan diri, belum mengeluarkan seluruh tenaga; jelas-jelas ia sengaja memperlambat, tidak sungguh-sungguh ingin melukis Formasi untuknya...
Pandangan Tuan Tu sedikit mengeras, tetapi ia tidak berkata apa-apa.
Begitulah, Mo Hua melukis Formasi selama setengah hari penuh; hanya ketika senja tiba dan Kesadaran Ilahinya benar-benar habis, Tuan Tu akhirnya membiarkan Mo Hua kembali dan beristirahat.
Ia tetap mengurung Mo Hua di Penjara Padang Belantara Besar, dan sekali lagi memakai Benda Suci Tulang Putih untuk menyegel Lautan Kesadaran Mo Hua, agar ketika Mo Hua sendirian ia tidak mulai merenung secara membabi buta, meminjam kekuatan dewa, dan menimbulkan masalah.
Mo Hua masih tetap memasang penampilan patuh dan baik.
Ia beristirahat satu malam di Penjara Padang Belantara Besar, dan keesokan harinya ia kembali dibawa Tuan Tu ke fondasi Pengorbanan Darah untuk melukis Array Dasar bagi Formasi Besar itu.
Mo Hua masih memakai pena dan tinta, melukis Formasi satu goresan demi satu goresan, dan kecepatannya tetap sama seperti hari sebelumnya.
Setelah melukis sehari, Lautan Kesadarannya disegel lagi dan ia dilempar kembali ke penjara besar itu.
Pada hari ketiga, ia terus melukis seperti ini.
Namun Tuan Tu tidak bisa menahan diri lagi.
Mo Hua melukis dengan cepat, dan ia melukis Formasi yang cukup banyak, tapi dibandingkan dengan tata letak Formasi Besar yang luas, itu seperti segelas air yang hendak memadamkan sekeranjang kayu bakar yang menyala—jauh, jauh dari memenuhi "harapannya" terhadap Mo Hua.
Ekspresi Tuan Tu berubah dingin saat ia bertanya pada Mo Hua, "Kecepatanmu melukis Formasi bukan hanya sebanyak ini, kan?"
Mo Hua tampak sangat serius. "Lukis Formasi saya memang selalu seperti ini. Selalu secepat ini. Saya sudah berusaha sekuat tenaga..."
Kemampuan mengucapkan omong kosong dengan mata terbuka lebar ini membuat kelopak mata Tuan Tu berkedut.
"Tidak perlu berbohong padaku," kata Tuan Tu sambil tertawa dingin. "Di Konferensi Diskusi Pedang waktu itu, aku juga ada di sana. Aku melihat sendiri kau melukis Formasi."
Melihat "kebohongannya" terbongkar, wajah Mo Hua pucat. Ia hanya mengatupkan bibir dan tidak berkata apa-apa.
Pandangan Tuan Tu menyipit sedikit. Dalam hatinya ia berpikir, anak nakal ini benar-benar punya banyak siasat kecil, dan kulitnya juga tebal. Ingin mengakali anak ini supaya melukis Formasi untuknya sungguh tidak mudah.
Untuk jenius semacam ini, lebih baik dibujuk daripada dipaksa...
Tuan Tu merenung sejenak, lalu berkata, "Kalau kau selesai melukis semua Formasi di dinding ini, aku berjanji akan mengajarimu sendiri Poros Formasi inti dari Array Pengorbanan Darah."
"Poros Formasi inti?!"
Mo Hua tertegun, lalu matanya berbinar saat ia bertanya, "Kau benar-benar akan mengajariku?"
Tuan Tu mengangguk. "Aku tidak pernah menarik kembali ucapanku. Selama kau menyelesaikan Formasi di dinding ini, aku akan mengajarimu."
Mo Hua menggertakkan gigi, bergulat batin, tetapi hasratnya terhadap Formasi Besar itu tampaknya mengalahkan akalnya. Ia mengangguk dan berkata:
"Baik, sepakat!"
Tuan Tu memiringkan kepalanya, pandangannya acuh tak acuh, tapi hatinya senang.
Di bawah "bujukan" Tuan Tu yang berlapis-lapis, Mo Hua akhirnya memakan umpannya.
Dan dengan "Poros Formasi inti" sebagai umpan, Mo Hua tidak lagi menahan diri dan mulai mengeluarkan seluruh tenaga, menekuninya dengan sungguh-sungguh.
Ia membuang pena di tangannya dan menaruh semua botol Tinta Spiritual di tanah. Lalu ia duduk bersila, ekspresinya khidmat, dan seluruh auranya seketika menjadi dalam dan tak terduga.
Kesadaran Ilahi yang luas dan berat mengalir keluar dari sekeliling Mo Hua.
Tinta Spiritual dalam botol-botol itu, ditarik oleh Kesadaran Ilahi Mo Hua, bergetar dan mendidih, menyatu dengan Kesadaran Ilahinya yang kuat. Lalu, seperti helai benang halus yang melayang, aliran demi aliran naik ke udara dan menari.
Cahaya tajam berkilat di mata Mo Hua saat ia mengulurkan dua jari dan menunjuk ke depan.
Benang-benang Tinta Spiritual yang kacau itu, di bawah komando Mo Hua, tampak hidup. Seperti ular roh, mereka tiba-tiba mencambuk ke depan, berkelok dan berbelit di udara. Dengan kecepatan yang jauh lebih besar dan struktur yang ajaib, mereka menenun satu Formasi tertib demi satu Formasi tertib di dinding batu itu.
Kesadaran Ilahi Mo Hua tercurah seperti sungai besar.
Tapi kecepatannya melukis Formasi kini lebih dari sepuluh kali lebih cepat.
Tuan Tu mengamati dari samping.
Pemandangan ini bukan pertama kalinya ia melihatnya. Sebelumnya, saat mengintip lewat Citra Fatamorgana Langit, ia hanya melihat lukisan bayangan; meski agak mengejutkannya, pada akhirnya ia tidak melihatnya dengan jelas.
Tapi kini, berada di sini secara langsung dan menyaksikannya dengan mata kepala sendiri, dampaknya pada hatinya dan keterkejutan yang ia rasakan benar-benar tak terlukiskan.
Di dunia ini, benar-benar ada orang yang melukis Formasi dengan cara seperti ini?
Pupil Tuan Tu bergetar sedikit.
Ia juga, di Alam Transformasi Bulu, bisa memakai Kendali Tinta Kesadaran Ilahi, tapi sama sekali mustahil baginya mengendalikannya sepresisi Mo Hua—halus hingga detail terkecil, selalu berubah, mengalir seperti awan dan air tanpa hambatan sedikit pun.
Terlebih lagi, Mo Hua melukis Formasi Tingkat Kedua Peringkat Tinggi dari tingkat yang sama.
Itu membuatnya bahkan lebih tak terbayangkan.
Formasi dari Alam yang sama pada dasarnya sulit dipelajari dan sulit dilukis; bahkan Master Formasi biasa, dengan bantuan Pena Formasi, akan merasa berat untuk menggambarnya. Apalagi melakukannya tanpa pena, membentuk Formasi langsung melalui Kendali Tinta Kesadaran Ilahi.
Adapun Menggambar Tanah Menjadi Formasi, itu sudah barang tentu.
Itu membutuhkan kesempatan istimewa, dan pemahaman atas Makna Dao Bumi.
Pemahaman adalah hal yang misterius.
Jika kau bisa memahaminya, maka kau mengerti; jika tidak, tak peduli bagaimana kau belajar, bagaimana kau berlatih, bagaimana kau mengultivasi, kau tak akan pernah mengerti.
Bahkan jika Mo Hua ini telah menerima berkah dari dewa dan, dengan meminjam kekuatan besar dewa itu, mencapai pencapaian Formasi yang keterlaluan seperti ini, bahkan tanpa "dewa" ini, bakat bawaan dan pemahamannya sendiri dalam Formasi tetap sangat menakjubkan.
Jika Monster Jahat semacam ini bisa ditundukkan di bawah komandonya, diubah dari ortodoks menjadi iblis, melangkah ke jalan Master Formasi Jahat, dan kemudian menerima "berkah" dari Penguasa Padang Belantara Besar—seberapa kuat Formasinya pada akhirnya? Itu benar-benar di luar bayangan...
Pandangan Tuan Tu berkelip.
Mo Hua masih sepenuhnya fokus, seperti semacam "monster", memanipulasi T
Mr. Tu was not surprised; this was exactly the level of strength that Mo Hua, as the Formation Leader, ought to have.
Mo Hua’s Formation Painting was also very fast.
All kinds of Formation Diagrams were etched into his heart; when his pen moved it was like drifting clouds, when his pen ran it was like flowing water. The Formation Patterns under his pen were not only flawless down to the tiniest hair, but even carried a kind of consummate, refined charm.
Yet Mr. Tu still frowned.
He knew that Mo Hua could actually go even faster.
This brat was still holding back, not going all out; he was clearly dragging things out on purpose, not sincerely wanting to paint Formations for him...
Mr. Tu’s gaze slightly tightened, but he did not say anything.
Just like that, Mo Hua painted Formations for a full half-day; only when evening came and his Divine Sense was truly exhausted did Mr. Tu finally let Mo Hua go back and rest.
He still shut Mo Hua in the Great Wilderness Prison, and once again used the White Bone Holy Object to Seal Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, so that when Mo Hua was alone he wouldn’t start blindly pondering things, borrow the power of the deity, and stir up trouble.
Mo Hua still kept that dutiful, well‑behaved appearance.
He rested a night in the Great Wilderness Prison, and the next day he was again brought by Mr. Tu to the Blood Sacrifice foundation to paint Basic Arrays for the Large Formation.
Mo Hua still used pen and ink, painting the Formations one stroke at a time, and his speed stayed the same as the day before.
After painting for a day, his Sea of Consciousness was Sealed again and he was thrown back into the great prison.
On the third day, he continued to paint like this.
But Mr. Tu could not hold back anymore.
Mo Hua painted fast, and he painted quite a lot of Formations, but compared to the vast layout of the Large Formation, it was like a cup of water trying to put out a burning cartload of firewood—far, far from meeting his "expectations" for Mo Hua.
Mr. Tu’s expression turned icy as he asked Mo Hua, "Your speed at painting Formations is not only this much, is it?"
Mo Hua looked very serious. "My Formation Painting has always been like this. It’s always been at this speed. I’m already doing my best..."
This ability to spout nonsense with his eyes wide open made Mr. Tu’s eyelids twitch.
"No need to lie to me," Mr. Tu said with a cold laugh. "At that Sword Discussion Conference that day, I was there too. I saw you paint Formations with my own eyes."
Seeing his "lie" exposed, Mo Hua’s face went pale. He simply pressed his lips together and said nothing.
Mr. Tu’s gaze narrowed slightly. In his heart he thought, this brat really has a lot of little schemes, and a thick skin too. Wanting to trick this kid into painting Formations for him was truly not easy.
For this kind of genius, it’s better to tempt than to coerce...
Mr. Tu pondered for a moment, then said, "If you finish painting all the Formations on this wall, I promise I will personally teach you the core Formation Pivot of the Blood Sacrifice Array."
"The core Formation Pivot?!"
Mo Hua was stunned, and then his eyes lit up as he asked, "You will really teach me?"
Mr. Tu nodded. "I never go back on my word. As long as you finish the Formations on this wall, I’ll teach you."
Mo Hua clenched his teeth, struggling inwardly, but his desire for the Large Formation seemed to overwhelm his reason. He nodded and said:
"Fine, it’s a deal!"
Mr. Tu inclined his head, his gaze indifferent, but his heart pleased.
Under Mr. Tu’s layered "temptations," Mo Hua had finally taken the bait.
And with the "core Formation Pivot" as the lure, Mo Hua no longer held back and began to go all out, taking it seriously.
He tossed away the pen in his hand and set all the Spiritual Ink bottles on the ground. Then he sat cross‑legged, his expression solemn, and his entire temperament instantly grew deep and unfathomable.
A vast and heavy Divine Sense rippled out from all around Mo Hua.
The Spiritual Ink in the bottles, drawn by Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, trembled and seethed, merging with his powerful Divine Sense. Then, like fine drifting threads, stream after stream rose into the air and danced.
A sharp light flashed in Mo Hua’s eyes as he extended two fingers and pointed forward.
The chaotic filaments of Spiritual Ink, under Mo Hua’s command, seemed to come alive. Like spirit snakes, they suddenly whipped forward, twisting and winding in midair. At an even greater speed and with a miraculous structure, they wove one orderly Formation after another on the stone wall.
Mo Hua’s Divine Sense poured out like a great river.
But his speed at painting Formations was now more than ten times faster.
Mr. Tu watched from the side.
This scene was not the first time he had seen it. Previously, looking through the Painted Heaven Image, he had seen only a shadow painting; though it had shocked him somewhat, in the end he had not seen it clearly.
But now, being here in person and witnessing it with his own eyes, the impact on his heart and the shock he felt were truly beyond words.
In this world, there really was someone who painted Formations in this way?
Mr. Tu’s pupils quivered slightly.
He too, at Feather Transformation Realm, could use Divine Sense Control Ink, but it was absolutely impossible for him to control it as precisely as Mo Hua—subtle to the smallest detail, ever‑changing, flowing like clouds and water without the slightest hindrance.
What’s more, Mo Hua was painting Second Grade High-Level Formations of the same tier.
That made it even more inconceivable.
Formations of the same Realm were inherently hard to learn and hard to paint; even a normal Formation Master, using a Formation Pen for support, would find it strenuous to draw them. Let alone doing it without a pen, forming a Formation directly through Divine Sense Control Ink.
As for Drawing Ground into Formation, that went without saying.
That required a special fortuitous chance, and comprehension of the Earth Dao Meaning.
Comprehension is a mysterious thing.
If you can comprehend it, then you can understand; if you can’t, no matter how you study, how you practice, how you cultivate, you will never understand.
Even if this Mo Hua had received the favor of the deity and, by borrowing the deity’s mighty power, attained such outrageous attainment in Formations, even without this "deity," his own innate talent and comprehension in Formations were still extremely astonishing.
If such an Evil Monster could be taken under his command, turned from orthodox to demonic, step onto the path of the Evil Formation Master, and then receive the "blessing" of the Master of the Great Wilderness—how strong could his Formations eventually become? It was simply beyond imagination...
Mr. Tu’s gaze flickered.
Mo Hua was still completely focused, like some kind of "monster," manipulating the tentacle‑like Spiritual Ink and going all out to paint Formations.
With a goal, there was motivation, and Mo Hua painted even faster.
When he grew tired, he would rest a bit, recover his Divine Sense, and then continue painting.
He went on like this all the way until night.
Within the Large Formation, the Blood Qi was gloomy and it was hard to tell day from night, but as a Cultivator he could still sense the presence of sun and moon.
When night came, Mo Hua was supposed to return to the prison.
But Mo Hua was somewhat unwilling to go back. He asked Mr. Tu, "How about I just stay here and keep painting Formations?"
Mr. Tu’s brow twitched slightly. "You... don’t need to rest?"
Mo Hua nodded. "I want to work harder and finish the Formations sooner."
Since Mo Hua put it that way, Mr. Tu could not very well refuse.
So Mo Hua stayed behind, continuing to work night and day, throwing himself into the "construction" of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation...
Mr. Tu watched Mo Hua with a deep, inscrutable gaze, and the longer he watched, the more shocked he became.
His talent was strong, his comprehension high, he had the favor of the "deity," he was obsessed with Formations, and he could work with such bitter dedication, painting Formations without rest, day and night.
His talent far surpassed others, and he worked far harder than others.
No wonder his Formation level could reach such a terrifying degree.
He truly was an utterly unreasonable "Formation monster"...
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