Chapter 9: Fire Array

The figure of Mo Hua in the sea of ​​consciousness looked like the outer body, and could move at will, but it was not flesh and blood, and was not even made of spiritual power, but only the shadow of the consciousness.

The shadow of Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated, using his fingers as a pen to draw the array pattern of the Minghuo Array on the Dao Monument.

The light blue lines gradually appeared on the dark black Dao Monument as Mo Hua's fingers moved flexibly, and gradually connected into mysterious patterns from simple to complex.

After drawing the second array pattern, when he continued to draw, Mo Hua gradually felt unprecedented fatigue and even pain.

The sea of ​​consciousness was like a dam that was dug open by someone, and the consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness kept flowing out like a tide.

The more consciousness flowed out, the closer the sea of ​​consciousness was to drying up, as if the riverbed after the water receded gradually dried up, and felt a tingling sensation due to the unknown pressure, and the scalp was also faintly numb.

Mo Hua also gradually felt his thoughts stagnant, and the third array pattern was drawn slower and slower.

Suddenly, a needle-like pain came from the sea of ​​consciousness. Mo Hua was temporarily distracted and lost his sense of proportion. The array pattern on the stele was also wrong.

Mo Hua had to stop and cover his head, waiting for the pain to slowly ease.

It took a full cup of tea for Mo Hua to recover. After thinking for a while, he finally understood:

"A cultivator needs a huge amount of spiritual consciousness to draw an array, which is much more than other types of spiritual consciousness consumed! It is also much more than I thought!"

"That's why the diagrams are specially marked with red ink. Those with insufficient realm should be careful to learn. If the realm is not enough and the spiritual consciousness is not strong, forcibly copying the array will consume too much spiritual consciousness, and even cause the spiritual consciousness to dry up..."

The exhaustion of spiritual consciousness will bring intense pain to the cultivator, and even damage and crack the sea of ​​consciousness. Once the cracking is excessive, the sea of ​​consciousness will directly break, and the cultivator will die.

This is what the instructor said in the array class. Mo Hua didn't pay much attention to it when he was listening to the class. When he thought of it now, he felt a chill in his heart.

"The Bright Fire Formation requires three levels of Qi Refining, and I have only two levels of Qi Refining. My spiritual awareness is indeed a little behind..."

Mo Hua held his head with both hands, lying on the ground in his sea of ​​consciousness, slowly pondering:

"Although it is a little behind, it should not be too much. My spiritual awareness is a little stronger than others, and I have learned the formation for so long. I may not be unable to draw it after practicing a few more times."

"If I can't draw it once, I will draw it a second time, a third time... Every time my spiritual awareness is strengthened a little, every time I draw one more stroke than before, I will be able to draw the formation sooner or later..."

After thinking about it, Mo Hua stood up and wiped off the unfinished formation pattern on the Taoist stele, and then his spiritual awareness was filled again.

It was as if he had never drawn a formation before, but every stroke just now was engraved in Mo Hua's mind.

Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Fortunately, there was this Taoist stele, otherwise his spiritual awareness was close to exhaustion, and I didn't know how long I would have to rest before I could draw it again. By the time he learned the Minghuo Formation, it would probably take ten days or half a month. If it took more than ten days, the pledged spirit stones would be deducted.

When Mo Hua thought of this, his heart ached, and his consciousness became more focused, and he began to draw the Minghuo Formation for the second time...

In the empty white sea of ​​consciousness, he could not feel the passage of time.

Mo Hua drew for a while, stopped for a while, and rested for a while. When he couldn't draw anymore, he just erased it and started from the beginning.

I don't know how many times he drew it, but he finally drew the complete Minghuo Formation.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, and fell to the ground with his limbs, feeling like a small salted fish whose consciousness had been squeezed dry.

After resting for half a cup of tea, Mo Hua had the mind to stand up and appreciate the formation he drew for the first time - the Minghuo Formation.

On the black Taoist stele, there was a complete formation with light blue lines. The lines of the formation were rigorous and beautiful, with an unknown sense of mystery. When the lines were light and dark, it seemed to contain indescribable rules and power.

This is the formation!

Mo Hua was in a trance, as if there was nothing more beautiful in the world than this kind of pattern that contained rules. Even if you just look at it, you can't help but immerse yourself in it...

As Mo Hua looked at it, he suddenly found something wrong.

When he was drawing, the formation pattern was light blue, but now it seems to be gradually fading, and the color is dim, gradually showing light gray.

It's as if... the Dao Monument is telling Mo Hua that he drew it wrong...

Mo Hua was stunned.

"Did you draw it wrong?"

"No way..."

Mo Hua was a little discouraged, but he still cheered up and checked it carefully stroke by stroke. In the end, he found that he had indeed drawn it wrong, and there were more than one mistake.

Some of the formation patterns were drawn too much, some of the angles of connection were wrong, and some of the fusion of two fire patterns was wrong...

Because of the mistakes, the spiritual consciousness was not consumed so much, so he could finish the bright fire formation.

Mo Hua scratched his head and had to pay attention to note the mistakes, then erase the formation again and draw it again.

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After doing this for many times, Mo Hua felt dizzy and his sea of ​​consciousness was in pain, but also a little numb. He looked at the array pattern on the stele and saw double images.

At some point, Mo Hua finished the last stroke in a daze.

The Dao stele seemed to tremble slightly, and the pale blue array pattern on the stele emitted a warm white light. There seemed to be a faint flickering of fire in the white light, like the light on a candle in the dark night.

Bright fire array!

Mo Hua could not hide his excitement, and all the fatigue of the night was swept away.

For the first time in his life, Mo Hua felt the ability of a cultivator, the feeling of understanding by himself, then creating by himself, embodying the rules of heaven with arrays, and mastering the power of heaven and earth.

Although it was just a small step and a little power, it was the first drop of water that merged into the river of the great way!

Mo Hua was very proud. Although the bright fire array could only be used for lighting and was one of the most common and cheapest arrays in cultivation, at least this array illuminated the first step of Mo Hua's cultivation.

Mo Hua, who was still unsatisfied, wanted to draw a few more times, but he also knew that his weak consciousness was like a candle in the wind and could not withstand the tossing.

If he continued to draw, his sea of ​​consciousness might not be exhausted, and he would definitely go crazy.

After all, although the spiritual consciousness will recover, it is gradually depleted in the process of drawing the formation, which is not a very comfortable process.

This is the first time that Mo Hua has drawn a formal formation, but it will definitely not be the last time.

He plans to practice the Minghuo Formation several times every night. After a few days, he will start to use the materials of the Formation Pavilion to draw the formation. After drawing, he will find the manager to exchange spiritual stones. It is best to make up the number of the sect's tuition, so that his parents don't have to work so hard.

"Let's stop here tonight..."

The Minghuo Formation on the Taoist stele was shining, and Mo Hua admired it again. He nodded involuntarily, and then wiped off the formation with a little reluctance.

The moment it was erased, the spiritual consciousness was like the ebb and flow of the tide, the new moon and the bright moon, like the sea water bursting the dam and returning again, and rising again after sunset. The exhausted spiritual consciousness instantly returned and filled Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness!

Mo Hua stood in front of the Taoist stele, with a full spiritual consciousness. At this moment, it was just like the moment when he had just entered the sea of ​​consciousness a few hours ago.

This feeling of spiritual consciousness going from full to empty, and then from empty to full, no matter how many times I experience it, I still feel it is mysterious and unusual.

And this time, the experience is more profound than any previous time.

Mo Hua looked at the stele, the surface of the stele was dark and deep, seemingly empty, but it seemed to contain everything, seemingly nothing, but it seemed to be able to show everything.

Transform spiritual consciousness into formation, reverse formation into spiritual consciousness, existence and non-existence are interdependent and transformed.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think of a sentence from an ancient book:

What you have is for profit, what you don't have is for use!