The Divine Formation in the small fishing village is like a "gate."
Once closed, it can conceal certain karmic ties and Qi flows.
Draped over the forehead, it can also keep out some baleful energies and demon wraiths.
But the Divine Formation in the dense forest is more like a "mist."
Woven together from Divine Thought Formation Patterns, it turns into a fog of divine sense—hazy and obscure—making one's Divine Sense unable to probe what lies beneath.
But what, exactly, are the names of these two types of Formations?
Mo Hua had absolutely no clue.
After all, these Formations were themselves fragmentary, "half-baked" inheritances, all picked up here and there—naturally scattered and incomplete.
"No idea what the Formation is called…"
Mo Hua shook his head and continued his research.
