"But... there might not be enough time..."
Mo Hua was a bit apprehensive.
He had no idea what Jin Yixuan's Formation insight was truly like.
If that guy was a total idiot, he'd need ten days or half a month just to grasp the Divine Dao Formation Patterns—by then, wouldn't everything already be long past saving?
Yet right now, there weren't any better options.
Mo Hua sighed again, resigning himself to keep practicing the Divine Formation on the Taoist Stele; maybe after drawing it a few more times, he'd gain a deeper understanding, perhaps discover something new.
On the surface of the Taoist Stele, the Divine Dao Formation Patterns emerged stroke by stroke.
Mo Hua settled his mind, spirit clear like water, as he drew these several Divine Formations—again and again.
After drawing, he would erase them, and then start again and again...
Time seeped away, little by little.
