``` Mr. Zhuang called Mo Hua in alone. "Master..." Mo Hua’s eyes grew sore. Mr. Zhuang smiled gently, waved his hand, beckoned Mo Hua to his side, and handed him a ring. This ring was simple, yet it exuded an ancient and grand aura. "Your senior brother and sister have clans, backgrounds, and even an extraordinary cultivator as a mother - they lack for nothing. Therefore, as your master, I’ll favor you a little by leaving this with you..." "This is a Storage Ring." "Like a storage bag, it can hold things, but it’s more concealed than a storage bag." "Although you come from the life of a Loose Cultivator without many treasures, you do possess some secret items, especially the Jade Slip of ’Tianyan Jue’ and that ’Five Elements Formation Flow Chart’... You must keep these safe, and they absolutely must not be lost." Mr. Zhuang personally placed the Storage Ring, with great care, onto Mo Hua’s hand. The Storage Ring was of a normal size, but Mo Hua’s hand was small, so it could only fit on his thumb. "This ring must be ’bound by blood’ to its owner." Mr. Zhuang said, and then with a flick of his finger, a cut appeared on Mo Hua’s left thumb, and fresh blood flowed into the Storage Ring. The Storage Ring seemed to come alive, greedily absorbing Mo Hua’s fresh blood. The wound was very painful, but Mo Hua pursed his lips and endured without making a sound. After a moment, the pain subsided, and Mo Hua looked down to see that the Storage Ring on his thumb seemed to have disappeared, but within his Divine Sense, a faint connection was formed. It was as if the ring still existed on his thumb. Only now, no one else could see it. Seeing that the ring did not reject him, Mr. Zhuang completely relaxed. He looked at Mo Hua again and asked gently: "Have you remembered everything I taught you?" "Mhm," Mo Hua nodded. Mr. Zhuang began to quiz him one by one. From Divine Sense Calculation to the various Formation principles, from the Reversed Spirit Formation and the Thick Earth Formation, to the large formations and the intricacies of the Formation Pivot... Mr. Zhuang tirelessly went over them all again. It seemed like this was the last time he would be teaching his young disciple. So he patiently and gently repeated everything, big or small. Listening, Mo Hua felt his nose prickle and his vision blur. After finishing, Mr. Zhuang patted Mo Hua’s head and then asked: "You know about Gui Tao’s people, right?" Mo Hua was startled and nodded slightly. "Gui Tao’s people..." "He was my senior brother, and could be considered... your Uncle." "He has fallen to demonhood, and what he cultivates is one of Gui Tao’s spell points..." "His heart is cold, his methods are extremely strong, and he’s also extremely arrogant, but he’s a master of the Divine Thought Technique, and his use of Divine Sense has reached the pinnacle..." "If you ever meet him, you must be very careful..." "Yes, Master." Mo Hua’s eyes were moist as he nodded. Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua and, after a moment of thought, his expression apologetic but frank: "As your master... I have fateful opportunities and astoning secrets... but these, I cannot pass on to you, nor can I even tell you about them." "To pass them on to you would bring you great disaster." "Even knowing about them would taint you with karma." "So you should know nothing, and you should not want to know anything..." "The Immortal Sky Formation Flow is a unique inheritance, which I cannot teach you..." "What I can teach you are only some obscure and complex Divine Thought Techniques, along with the principles of formations." "In the future, you will have to learn each formation one by one, and understand each point bit by bit, all on your own…" ``` "Even if it’s difficult, even if there are a hundred setbacks, you must follow your own path, establish your own Formation Flow, cultivate supreme Divine Sense, and verify your own Tao!" Mo Hua’s expression was serious as he nodded, "I’ll remember that, Master..." Mr. Zhuang nodded, looking at Mo Hua, feeling as if he had a thousand words to say, but found himself unable to utter a single one, ultimately all that remained was a long, lingering sigh. Mo Hua’s head drooped as well. After a moment, Mr. Zhuang seemed to make up his mind, a slight smile appeared on his face as he said to Mo Hua: "Tired, aren’t you? Rest for a while." Mo Hua shook his head, about to say "I’m not tired," wanting to spend more time with his master, but as he began to speak, his words trailed off, heavy with drowsiness—indeed, he was too tired, having not closed his eyes for several days, thoroughly exhausted. Mo Hua’s eyelids fought each other, and unknowingly, he fell asleep. His breathing was even, his small face as peaceful as a painting, innocent and charming, yet his little brows were tightly furrowed, as if worrying about something. Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua reluctantly, as if he wanted to engrave his image into his heart forever. He reached out and gently stroked Mo Hua’s forehead, smoothing out the furrowed brows as he murmured softly. It seemed these words could only be spoken while Mo Hua was asleep: "In my life, the thing I’m most gratified by is taking you as my disciple..." "It’s just a pity that I won’t be able to see the day your mastery over formations is achieved..." "This is the last gift I’m giving you..." "You must live well..." ... When Mo Hua awoke, it was still dark, and his master was still beside him, only his breathing had become fainter still. "Master..." Mo Hua said, concerned. Mr. Zhuang smiled gently. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚 "I... fell asleep..." Mo Hua felt somewhat ashamed. Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Go get ready. After dawn, leave with your Junior Brother and Junior Sisters." Mo Hua’s heart trembled, unable to let go, he asked: "Master, can’t you come with us?" Mr. Zhuang didn’t answer, simply stroked Mo Hua’s head and said softly: "Go on..." Mo Hua could only leave with reluctance. After the sky brightened, Mo Hua left Li Mountain City with Aunt Xue, his Junior Brother, Junior Sister, and all the cultivators of the Five Elements Sect. Your journey continues at freewebnovel Before leaving, he and his fellow disciples visited Mr. Zhuang again. However, Mr. Zhuang’s door was tightly closed; it seemed he would no longer see them. Mo Hua knocked, but there was no response. When the hour came, he had no choice but to leave. Mo Hua followed the group of cultivators leaving the Five Elements Sect, looking back every few steps, hoping to see his master, to have one more glimpse of him. But even as they left the Five Elements Sect, he still couldn’t catch a glimpse of his master. "I won’t see Master again..." Mo Hua’s tears flowed uncontrollably. Meanwhile, atop a tall building in the Five Elements Sect, unseen, Mr. Zhuang watched Mo Hua leave the entire time. He watched the little figure of Mo Hua constantly turning back, wiping away tears, getting farther and farther away until finally disappearing among the pavilions and towers. In his gentle, warm gaze, endless expectations were revealed: "I entrust the past of the Sect to your Junior Brother and Junior Sisters..." "But the future of the Sect, I entrust to you..."