Shocking Manghuang Mountain Eight

After the weapon-refining and pill-refining competitions, the only ones Qin Fengming could still participate in were talisman crafting and formations. As for the other competitions, he was powerless to do anything.

When it came to talisman crafting, he could say with certainty that success was assured, and there would be no difficulty at all. As for formations, however, he did not know how difficult they would be.

With the various classics and formation manuals he had read and studied over the past dozen years, he could absolutely be considered an extremely accomplished formation grandmaster.

Yet the Path of Formations was broad and profound. Even great cultivators who had immersed themselves in it for hundreds of years would not dare claim they could find and break the weakness of every formation.

Formations were a skill passed down from ancient times. After the research and refinement of countless generations of cultivators, the schools that had evolved by now were too numerous to count.

Although the formation classics Qin Fengming had read were lost or extremely rare versions in the current Cultivation World, it was still difficult for him to gain knowledge of every formation. What he had studied was merely a tiny part of the vast sea of formations.

Qin Fengming, who knew full well how formidable formations were, naturally had no intention of abandoning his research into them. If not for the might of the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation, he would have died countless times already.

Now that he had come to the sacred ground of formation research, he naturally had to absorb some nourishment. His foremost task was to gain the recognition of Manghuang Mountain's formation grandmasters. The only way to do that was to pass the formation competition first.

After resting for only half a day in the main