Mo Hua pondered for a moment before regaining his calm. Although he had drawn the complete Large Formation Pivot, he still wasn’t entirely reassured. Was this time just a coincidence? He erased the Formation Pivot and drew it once more, unable to help sighing. Indeed, it was just a moment of brilliance, a flash of inspiration, that had allowed him to draw the Formation Pivot. When he tried to draw it again, his focus was insufficient, his Divine Sense was somewhat lacking, and he failed to succeed. However, his Divine Sense was only lacking by a slight margin; he just needed to be more meticulous and gain a deeper understanding. If there is a first time for something, there will inevitably be a second. If he had succeeded once, he certainly could draw it a second time. Mo Hua continued to draw with focused attention. Time slowly passed by, and by the fourth attempt, he had finally drawn the Five Elements Slaughter Demon Great Formation Pivot completely and without a single error. Mo Hua let out a long sigh of relief. He withdrew his Divine Sense from the Sea of Consciousness. It was still not yet dawn, and the night was deep. Relieved, Mo Hua was overwhelmed by the exhaustion of relentless concentration and effort over the past month. He lay sprawled out on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep. He slept straight through to noon, only waking up when he smelled the aroma of food. The room was already filled with dishes. Liu Ruhua saw that he had grown thinner over these days, his face no longer plump, and felt pity, so she prepared a table full of delicious food for him. Mo Hua’s mood instantly lifted. He heartily enjoyed the meal and then continued to draw the Large Formation Pivot. This time was different from drawing within the Sea of Consciousness; now, he needed to replicate the Formation Pivot on paper. The Formation Pivot in the Sea of Consciousness was essentially a formation condensed by his Divine Sense; In reality, however, the Formation Pivot was formed from tangible formations, with Formation Paper serving as the medium, and Spiritual Ink outlining the Formation Patterns. Condensing a formation in the Sea of Consciousness was easier; Drawing a formation on paper in reality was relatively more difficult; And when truly constructing the Large Formation, drawing on special media would consume more Divine Sense and would be even more challenging. Therefore, no matter what, Mo Hua needed to draw it on paper first. He had to present the Formation Pivot from his Sea of Consciousness onto real Formation Paper so that he could truly construct the Large Formation between heaven and earth. The Large Formation Pivot was sizable, necessitating larger pieces of paper as the media. In the courtyard, Mo Hua spread out sheets of paper larger than himself and began to draw the Formation Pivot stroke by stroke. Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua watched Mo Hua draw, helping him lay out the paper, pass the brush, mix the ink, wipe his sweat, and serve tea. They didn’t know exactly what Mo Hua was drawing. But seeing Mo Hua, who looked no older than a child in his early teens, drawing such a complex, seemingly profound, and large-scale formation with such earnestness and precise brushwork, both Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua felt shocked and simultaneously proud. Mo Hua drew all afternoon, spoiled two sheets of paper, and finally completed a Large Formation Pivot before dusk fell. Mo Hua asked his parents to carefully store the Formation Paper in the Storage Bag and then ran off excitedly to find Mr. Zhuang. Dusk had settled, and the mountains were deeply hued. Mr. Zhuang was sitting in the house, watching the Blood Qi of the Big Demon in the distant mountains, his fingers twirling in the air, seemingly calculating something. Seeing Mo Hua, Mr. Zhuang looked somewhat surprised. It was evening, and Mo Hua rarely disturbed him at this hour. Mr. Zhuang was just about to say something when his expression suddenly became fixed, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes, "You… have learned it?" Having run all the way there, Mo Hua nodded breathlessly. He took out the Formation Paper with the drawn Formation Pivot from his Storage Bag and carefully spread it out on the ground. A complete first-grade Large Formation Pivot unfolded slowly before Mr. Zhuang... Mr. Zhuang took a deep breath, restraining his emotions at the bottom of his heart. He stood up slowly, his gaze serious, and meticulously inspected the Formation Pivot, after which he felt a tremor in his heart. It was something he had anticipated. Yet, when the expected event actually occurred, he still felt extraordinarily shocked. Although he was the teacher and he had instructed Mo Hua to draw it, could this truly be the work of a youth in his early teens? Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. The Cultivation World of the Nine State was boundless. He was just residing temporarily in a remote Little Immortal City, a corner of the Cultivation World. By a stroke of chance, he had taken in this nominally-disciplined disciple with an average Spiritual Root but good Formation aptitude, and who was clever and nimble, pleasing to the eye. Yet this nominally-disciplined disciple had turned out to be somewhat unexpected. With a remarkable Divine Sense and a fast learner in formations, practicing Heaven Yan Jue to break through Mystery Formations, using Contemplation Maps to establish a foundation in Divine Sense, and even learning Formation Calculation... Now, while only in the Qi Refinement realm and with only a rank one proficiency in formations, he had learned and drawn the Large Formation’s pivot within a month. This aptitude for understanding formations, and the speed of learning them, was starting to seem…inconceivable... Mr. Zhuang’s mind gradually clouded with doubts: In the Cultivation World, he did not question the existence of young Cultivators with exceptional formation talents. But why did he just happen to encounter this disciple? Why did he, who had decided never to take on a disciple, suddenly take a whim to accept this nominally-disciplined one? Are all these… just coincidences? Mr. Zhuang’s face was as still as water, silent. Seeing Mr. Zhuang with a heavy heart, Mo Hua asked worriedly, "Gentleman, have I drawn it incorrectly?" Mr. Zhuang snapped back to reality and couldn’t help but take another look at Mo Hua. Mo Hua’s eyes were clear and bright, like the untainted waters of a heavenly pool. Looking into Mo Hua’s eyes, Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, and the doubts in his heart gradually faded away. He spent his life recognizing people poorly and taking on unsuitable disciples. This recorded-name disciple might be a gift from the heavens, allowing him to have an obedient and clever little disciple in his life. As for whether it was a coincidence or some scheme, or whether it contained any heavenly secrets, why should he care? Since he had embarked on Tao Cultivation, he should naturally follow his heart’s desires. What was there to fear or hesitate about at his age? Mr. Zhuang suddenly felt enlightened and took another look at the Formation Pivot that Mo Hua had drawn, expressing his satisfaction: "Yes, very good indeed!" Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and couldn’t help smiling, his eyes narrowing into crescents. For some reason, Mr. Zhuang also felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, revealing a faint smile. Suddenly, Mr. Zhuang was taken aback again. He had realized! Mo Hua was his recorded-name disciple. He had now drawn the pivot of a first-grade Large Formation, and with a bit more effort, he might actually be able to construct a first-grade Large Formation! A Qi Refinement Realm small-format Junior Formation Master capable of constructing a first-grade Large Formation. And this Junior Formation Master was his own recorded-name disciple... Mr. Zhuang straightened his back and felt his spirits soar. He had never managed to teach a good disciple when he was someone else’s master. Now, merely acting as a mentor and taking on a recorded-name disciple, he could achieve such "remarkable feats." Mr. Zhuang’s expression was calm, but inside he was filled with pride. Then, he felt a pang of regret. He had fallen on hard times. Those old acquaintances, those past friends, those brilliant rivals, and those with whom he shared deep discussions throughout the night, all had no more connections with him, and he feared he would never see them again in this lifetime. If he were to brag about this matter, he would be invincible and suppress all around him; no one would be able to hold their heads up in his presence. The more Mr. Zhuang thought about it, the more regretful he became, and he could not help but lament, "What a pity..." "A pity about what?" Mo Hua curiously asked. "A pity... it’s nothing," Mr. Zhuang said evasively. Boasting wasn’t something he could tell Mo Hua about; it could set a bad example for him, negatively impact his influence, and tarnish his image as a transcendent figure in his disciple’s mind. Mo Hua, unaware of Mr. Zhuang’s thoughts, said somewhat nervously: "Gentleman, can I start constructing the Large Formation now?" The foundation of constructing a Large Formation was knowing how to draw one. The key to drawing a Large Formation was mastering the Formation Pivot. Mo Hua wasn’t familiar with Large Formations; although he had drawn the Formation Pivot, he still lacked confidence, which is why he sought confirmation from Mr. Zhuang. Hearing this, Mr. Zhuang became solemn. He thought through the intricacies of the Large Formation again and examined the Formation Pivot drawn by Mo Hua closely, pondering for a long while before nodding slightly in approval: "You can!" Mo Hua’s eyes instantly lit up. Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua with a tender gaze and said with some emotion, "You can start considering how to construct the Large Formation." Mo Hua expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Gentleman!" "There’s no need to thank me." Mr. Zhuang shook his head, you’ve learned well on your own... After a moment of thought, Mr. Zhuang went on to caution: "However, don’t be too happy too soon. Constructing a Large Formation might be even more challenging than drawing one." "As I’ve told you before, building a Large Formation requires immense human and material resources, and a vast amount of Spirit Stones to keep the Formation running. These are tangible resources for Tao Cultivation, not so easy to gather..." "Taking someone’s resources is akin to endangering their life; it’s not as if they will willingly hand over their assets to you just because you say a few kind words." "You need to think it through and be mentally prepared." Mo Hua nodded and said, "Gentleman, I have given it thought!" Mr. Zhuang smiled slightly, "Alright, it’s good that you have a plan." Afterward, Mr. Zhuang gave several more pieces of advice regarding the subsequent gathering of material resources, manpower coordination, external extension of the Formation Pivot, and issues with compatibility and parallel connection of Single Formations. Mo Hua remembered each piece of advice and then respectfully took his leave. Watching his disciple’s determined retreating figure, Mr. Zhuang couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head. It wasn’t until the dead of night, in the silence of his bamboo chamber, that Old Kui’s withered, wooden-like visage suddenly appeared. Mr. Zhuang’s smile faded, and he couldn’t help but grumble: "Can’t you appear more naturally? You don’t have to make it so gloomy..." Old Kui ignored him and glanced toward the crimson Monster Qi in the deep mountains, saying indifferently: "The Blood Qi has grown stronger, and now there’s also the Qi of death." Mr. Zhuang fell silent for a moment, then sighed, "Yes." With the presence of death Qi, things were problematic... "A first-grade Large Formation with ten patterns – can it really trap and kill this Big Demon?" Old Kui asked doubtfully. "It can’t," Mr. Zhuang said flatly. Old Kui was taken aback, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Mr. Zhuang, thinking he had misheard: "It can’t?" "It can’t," Mr. Zhuang repeated. Old Kui frowned, "Then why still..." "Ten patterns won’t do." Mr. Zhuang paused in the night, his calm gaze slowly revealing a sharp edge, as he quietly continued: "That’s why, what I gave him... is not a ten-patterned Slaughter Demon Great Formation." Old Kui’s heart trembled, and his face expressed disbelief.