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 expression turned solemn as he sank into deep reflection.
It was a bizarre ancient pattern, retrieved from the vast barbaric wilderness and refined by the Great Witch. Later, it was sealed away by the Great Wilderness royal family and carved into an evil god statue made of white bone, possessing a human face and the horns of a sheep...
The Second Elder had never even laid eyes on the actual formation, yet he remained convinced it was the perfect fit for Mo Hua's lifebound magical treasure. Why was that?
Recalling the subtle shifts in the Second Elder’s demeanor back in the Dragon Hall, Mo Hua analyzed the situation carefully.
At the start, it seemed the Second Elder had no intention of mentioning it at all.
This "Ancient Formation" appeared to be a secret of the Great Wilderness that the old man had kept buried in the depths of his soul.
He likely planned to take that secret to his grave, never letting it see the light of day.
However, the chaos within the Dragon Hall forced a change of heart. Only after a visible internal struggle did he finally divulge the secret to Mo Hua.
On the surface, it looked like the desperate final act of an elder facing his end.
But this Second Elder was a man who had cheated death for centuries by using dragon bones to extend his longevity.
Longevity often breeds calculation, particularly in an old demon cultivator who specialized in intricate schemes.
While his final words of gratitude and blessing toward Mo Hua might have been sincere, they could just as easily have been part of a final ploy.
"Is there truly such a formation?"
"Or was the Second Elder simply dangling bait to keep me hooked?"
Mo Hua knit his brows in thought.
The dilemma was that even if the ancient formation was merely a "lure," it was a temptation he couldn't possibly ignore.
Furthermore, the Second Elder must have had a specific reason for claiming this barbaric wilderness formation was the ideal Lifebound Formation Map for him.
"What could it be? A variation of a Dragon Formation from the Great Wilderness? Or is it something else entirely?"
Unfortunately, the Second Elder’s soul had already dispersed into nothingness, leaving these questions unanswered.
The true nature of the formation diagram remained a mystery.
Mo Hua couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
The journey to find his lifebound magical treasure had been filled with complications, and now he was left chasing a mere shadow.
Mo Hua shook his head to clear his mind.
Cultivation was never meant to be easy, and powerful inheritances were always rare treasures.
One cannot expect to obtain greatness without putting in the effort.
In the past, his master had guided him, and at the Taixu Gate, Elder Master Xun and the other elders had provided protection. But they couldn't hold his hand forever.
He needed to overcome these obstacles on his own to truly solidify his Foundation.
Only by relying on his own strength could he carve out a place for himself within the Nine States.
In the future, he would have to trek across the world alone, exploring perilous lands and searching for forgotten Taoist repositories to collect ancient formation diagrams and grow his power.
With this thought, Mo Hua’s Dao heart grew firmer, and his eyes regained their clarity.
He pushed the thoughts of the barbaric wilderness ancient formation aside for the moment, having made his decision.
He then turned his attention back to the Dragon Vein.
The Dragon Hall had fallen silent. With the Dragon Emperor dead, a significant part of the inheritance's source had been severed, causing the Dragon Vein to become much more placid.
The violent Qi that once surged within it had finally settled.
Mo Hua attempted to reach out with his Divine Thought to establish a connection with the Dragon Vein.
However, his efforts met with total silence.
The Dragon Vein remained completely unresponsive.
Mo Hua’s frown deepened.
"That doesn't make sense..."
Since he had devoured the Dragon Soul, he had naturally assumed there would be some form of resonance between him and the Dragon Vein.
Why was there no reaction at all?
Mo Hua projected his Divine Sense into his Sea of Consciousness to examine the state of his Divine Thought.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that although he had consumed the Dragon Soul, his Divine Thought hadn't undergone a fundamental transformation. It had merely been stained with a faint trace of dragon aura.
He noticed that when he spoke loudly, his voice now carried a subtle, low-frequency dragon roar.
This was a far cry from what he had anticipated.
He had imagined that after swallowing the Dragon Soul, he might develop dragon scales or claws, even if he didn't fully transform.
He expected his Divine Thought to become significantly more robust.
The reality was disappointing.
The Dragon Soul wasn't nearly as "nutritious" as he had hoped.
"Why is this happening?"
"Is it because the Dragon Emperor of the Great Wilderness was so ancient that his aura had decayed, losing its potency?"
"Or... is the essence of the Dragon Soul simply too stubborn to be digested so easily?"
Mo Hua weighed both possibilities, finding them both plausible.
Since no one in history had likely "eaten" a Dragon Soul before, there was no way to know how long it took to digest.
"Well, since it's already in my stomach, I'll just have to refine it slowly and see what happens," Mo Hua muttered to himself.
"If I use Divine Sense to prove the Dao and follow the path of Divine Thought, combined with this dragon power... would that be called Divine Thought Dragon Transformation?"
"And if I transform into a dragon, would 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 was overcomplicating things again.
Mo Hua sighed.
"Forget it. One more problem won't kill me. Things are already chaotic enough; adding a dragon to the mix won't change much."
He decided to let it digest slowly and deal with it when the time came.
Withdrawing his Divine Sense from his Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes and looked at the Dragon Vein, realizing another issue:
"What am I supposed to do with this thing?"
For now, the Dragon Vein was essentially a paperweight.
It couldn't be stored in a storage bag.
He couldn't even begin to research it.
His plan to "raise a dragon" was in its infancy; he was nowhere near gathering enough essence from various demons to complete a full dragon pattern.
The moment to "paint the dragon and dot the eyes" was still a long way off.
Holding the Dragon Vein felt somewhat pointless.
It wasn't just useless—it was a ticking time bomb that was becoming increasingly difficult to handle.