Chapter 1961: Chapter 950: Tomb Exploration (Part 2) Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was strong, and his thoughts rapid. As he flipped through the books and jade slips, he quickly got a grasp of the relevant contents. This was the "false formation" technique used in tombs. Five forks, exactly alike. The formations inside seemed the same as well, but four were "false formations," running empty, only one was real. This is one of the secrets of using the Earth Formation. Mo Hua nodded, then began to follow Mr. Pi’s insights, using the deduction of the Earth Formation’s aura to distinguish between true and false formations. One must admit, Mr. Pi’s death was quite necessary. If he hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have obtained these formation books and jade slips and wouldn’t have figured out the intricacies. Now that the intricacies are clear, the rest is easy. Mo Hua used his profound Divine Thought as a foundation, aided by calculations, and after a brief deduction, identified the true and false of the Earth Formation. Mo Hua extended his hand, pointing to the path on the far right, saying: "This way." "Have you calculated it?" "Yes." "Are you sure?" Though Mr. Hui had high hopes for Mo Hua’s talent, even planning to claim it as his own, talent is still just talent. Watching Mo Hua’s "learn and apply" approach, relying both on luck and guesses, Mr. Hui felt uncertain. "This is the way." Mo Hua acted nonchalant. Mr. Hui frowned. The black-robed gentleman looked at Mo Hua with a subtle expression and slowly said: "This young brother has made no mistakes in positioning and deciphering the formations along the way. His deduction should be correct, let’s go." Mo Hua was a bit surprised by the black-robed gentleman’s comment. The black-robed gentleman looked at Mo Hua, a faint smile forming at the corner of his mouth. Mo Hua was taken aback, feeling slightly unsettled, sensing something odd. Mr. Hui hesitated for a moment and nodded, having to follow Mo Hua’s deduction. At least Mo Hua is a Formation Master; it was his calculation. If they didn’t believe Mo Hua, they’d have no choice but to gamble on their own, which would be even less reliable. "Alright." Mr. Hui agreed. And so the group headed towards the path Mo Hua pointed out. Once in the fork, the atmosphere changed suddenly. The stone walls were more solid, inscribed with various Penalty Prison Map carvings, making the atmosphere solemn and eerie. Everyone became more cautious. But surprisingly, the tomb passage had no traps or mechanisms, inexplicably safe along the way. Like this, they continued until they encountered a barren stone wall with no other way out. Mr. Hui stepped forward, knocked on the stone wall, then punched it. The formation lit up, then shattered. Mr. Hui’s fist went through the wall, but behind it was nothing but an endless mountain body. "It’s a dead-end," Mr. Hui turned and said. So everyone turned their gaze back to Mo Hua. Mo Hua stroked his chin, muttering: "How could it be a dead-end... did I miscalculate?" "What do we do now?" "I’ll take another look..." Then Mo Hua checked the surroundings again, finding the formation wasn’t wrong, but behind it was indeed a solid mountain, a dead-end. "Every dog has its day," Mo Hua said calmly, unfazed by his mistake. Mr. Hui and the others had no choice. After all, the "expert" Mr. Pi was already dead. Mo Hua, forced to step up, had done well to get this far. "Let’s head back," Mr. Hui said. So they took some time to return the way they came, back to the fork. "Which way this time?" Mo Hua recalculated Mr. Pi’s tomb insights, once again deduced with the same outcome, thinking his calculation was correct. Mr. Pi watched Mo Hua dallying, guessing Mo Hua’s formation deduction might no longer be effective and losing patience. "Dragging on isn’t a solution, let’s try the middle path." "If it doesn’t work, we can come back and try another. With five paths in total, trying one by one isn’t a problem." Mr. Hui continued, "Solitary Mountain City is a third-grade domain, and with our group of seven Golden Core cultivators, we can handle some dangers." Mo Hua had nothing to say. If it were a Five Elements or Eight Trigrams Formation, he would be confident. But in this tomb, mostly Earth Formations were used, a domain he was less familiar with, requiring him to learn and apply on the spot, unsure of any mistakes. Since he wasn’t sure about the formations, he’d let Mr. Hui, the "experienced" tomb robber, lead. Thus Mr. Hui took the lead, heading towards the middle path. Mo Hua enjoyed a bit of leisure. Without leading, he didn’t have to walk at the front. Mo Hua picked a safe spot in the group, ensuring there were "shields" all around in case of nearby danger. The middle path looked almost identical to the far-right path Mo Hua chose. But as they moved, the darkness was suddenly pierced by dense firelight. Countless sharp crossbow bolts, seemingly made of flame, like a fiery rain, shot directly at Mr. Hui in the lead. The speed of the flame bolts was extremely fast. Mr. Hui couldn’t evade, immediately crossing his arms and forming an earth shield in front. The dense fiery rain bombarded the shield, causing Spiritual Power to clash violently, the flames flickering brightly in the dark tomb, blindingly so.