Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2041 Chapter 976: Auspicious Omen

Back at the Disciple's Residence.

Mo Hua rested his chin on his palm as he sat on his bed, his mind still spinning with unanswered questions.

The act of secretly ingesting Divine Marrow and the silent formation of his Divine Thought Pill were supposed to be "under the radar" occurrences.

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

"And why was he asking about any strange phenomena?"

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

After a brief moment of reflection, Mo Hua gave his head a small shake. "What kind of vision could I possibly have produced?"

Besides, if an actual phenomenon had occurred, the Sect wouldn't be this quiet, would it?

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

The mountain courtyard remained still, the forests were deep and silent, and only a light breeze occasionally brushed through the air. The night was peaceful and undisturbed.

The Disciple's Residence was just as tranquil.

Everyone, including Yu Er, was either in a deep slumber, reading by the light of a candle, or lost in their dreams. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

Mo Hua shook his head again.

"Elder Master Xun is the Heaven Void Ancestor, after all. His Divine Thought is beyond comprehension; it shouldn't be that shocking that he realized my Divine Thought had formed a Pill..."

Pushing those thoughts aside, Mo Hua began to organize his plans for what came after reaching Twenty Patterns of Divine Thought.

The top priority was secrecy—no one could know that his Divine Sense had formed a Pill.

This was a direct order from Elder Master Xun.

Mo Hua understood that he was now a "unique specimen." If he were caught, he’d likely be dragged off and dissected for a "scholarly study on how Foundation Building Cultivators can bypass Realm constraints through Divine Thought Pill formation."

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

His next goal was to dive into Ultimate Formations that exceeded Twenty Patterns.

He had harbored a desire to study these Ultimate Formations for a long time. Now, he finally had the chance to satisfy his curiosity and research them in depth.

Once he mastered them, his proficiency in formations would reach a new height, moving past the limits of Second Grade and into the realm of Ultimate Formations that transcended standard grading.

Furthermore, the mental tempering provided by refining Ultimate Formations was far superior to that of standard formations.

As a result, his Divine Sense would only continue to grow stronger as he studied them.

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

Mo Hua felt his current state was becoming a bit too cluttered with concepts like Divine Sense Proving the Dao, Divine Positions, Divine Ranks, Divine Thought Taoism, Divine Marrow, and various qualitative shifts...

The Divine Thought structure of a typical cultivator was quite straightforward.

Even the framework of a deity's Divine Thought, though deep, was clearly defined.

However, because Mo Hua was a human following the path of the gods, it was as if he had tangled two different systems together, creating a chaotic mess.

He needed to re-evaluate and categorize many Divine Way concepts and his knowledge of Divine Thought.

The future trajectory of his Divine Thought required a solid plan.

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

Having finished his deliberations, Mo Hua enjoyed a rare, restful night of sleep.

The following morning, Mo Hua joined his fellow disciples for their usual classes and Cultivation sessions.

Even though Elder Master Xun warned him to keep his secrets hidden, the knowledge that his Divine Sense had reached Twenty Patterns—matching the Golden Core realm—put a noticeable spring in Mo Hua's step and a smile on his face.

"Junior Brother, you seem... different today..." Cheng Mo whispered during their lunch break, eyeing Mo Hua closely.

"Do I?" Mo Hua replied, blinking innocently.

Cheng Mo nodded, struggling to find the right words.

It just felt like Mo Hua had become more "mysterious" and "restrained." He carried no discernible aura anymore.

He reminded Cheng Mo of those Elders or Instructors who moved without a sound, suddenly appearing right in front of you the moment you slacked off during Cultivation.

Simply put, he had become much harder to read.

Mo Hua simply remarked, "That's just what happens when your Divine Sense is powerful."

Cheng Mo marveled at this, nodding. "Junior Brother, your Divine Sense is at Nineteen Patterns now, isn't it?"

Mo Hua gave a nod. "Something like that."

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

Cheng Mo sighed with a bit of jealousy. "I wonder when my Divine Sense will ever be as strong as yours, Junior Brother."

Situ Jian interjected, "Keep dreaming. In your dreams, anything can happen."

The disciples sitting nearby couldn't help but laugh.

Cheng Mo looked annoyed. "Situ, are you trying to put me down again?"

Situ Jian calmly took a sip of his tea. "Putting you down? You'd need a leg to stand on first."

"Fine then! During the swordsmanship practice later, let's have a duel and see who's really better!"

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

"That was a total fluke! You caught me by surprise!"

"If you're ignorant, learn. If you lose, train harder. Don't make excuses."

"Situ, you should learn the good things from Junior Brother. Learn his formations or something, but for the love of the Dao, don't copy his sharp tongue..."

"I'll try to learn..."

...

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

Mo Hua squinted his eyes as he smiled, but a sudden, inexplicable sense of nostalgia washed over him.

He had successfully formed his Divine Thought Pill.

He had been practicing the Tao at Qianxue for eight years now; with only one year of the nine-year period remaining.

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. Once they parted, they would be scattered across the world, and there was no telling when—or if—they would ever meet again.

He wasn't sure if he'd ever have another chance to sit around and joke like this with a group of brothers.

Sometimes, the most simple and unassuming friendships are the most valuable.

Once they are lost, finding them again might be impossible.

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

The flavor was rich and sweet, yet it left a lingering trace of bitterness behind...