Six hundred years of cultivation had not merely been spent bitterly cultivating Qi Refining methods.
Luo Chen had dabbled in all hundred arts of cultivation.
Among them, his Pill Refinement Art had even reached the level of a Fifth Order Alchemist.
Most of his other arts had also reached the hall and entered the chamber.
Take formations, for example. Back in the Mountain Sea World, Luo Chen could already be called a formation master.
When he ascended and departed, Luo Chen had even left several great formations behind for the Luo Heaven Sect, safeguarding Luo Heaven's strength.
This foundation was reflected on the panel. After a great many arts had been sealed away along with his mana, only two skills still remained usable.
One was Medical Arts, and the other was Formation Dao!
The former was easy to understand, but the latter was somewhat strange.
Luo Chen had privately considered why this had happened, eventually arriving at an answer he found fairly convincing.
Strictly speaking, Formation Dao did not rely entirely on mana and Divine Sense.
From the moment this art came into being...
Or rather, Formation Dao had always existed. There was no such thing as its birth or destruction.
It was the turning of the sun, moon, and stars; the contours of mountains and rivers; the accompaniment of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning; the swaying of forest trees, flowers, and leaves.
The reason it had become an art of its own was merely because clever people had organized and summarized it, then presented it to the world in a more accessible form.
For convenience, mana and Divine Sense had been used as tools to manifest formations.
Yet even without those tools, formations still existed.
Mortals could pile earth into formations, and strange formations of every sort were everywhere.