In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, the Spirit Ink before Mo Hua wound on its own like threads, slithering like venomous snakes as it formed Array Patterns.
This no longer looked like an Array Technique. It looked more like "sorcery."
They had simply never seen or heard of such a method—forming arrays by controlling ink without brush or paper.
The elders of Wanzhen Sect were equally shocked out of their composure.
Their reaction was far greater than that of ordinary cultivators.
Because they were an Array Dao sect, Array Technique elders.
As Array Technique elders of a Twelve Streams array sect, having studied arrays their entire lives, they knew better than anyone the weight carried by the eight words "Divine Thought Ink Manipulation, Drawing Arrays on Earth."
This sort of array technique could not be learned merely through talent.
It truly contained an understanding and application of the "Dao."
Learning it was difficult; wielding it freely was even harder.
Not to mention that at such a crucial juncture in the Asura Battle, right before combat, he had used a lightning-fast method to precisely deploy such a difficult, complex, large-scale ink-controlled array.
It was simply... divine craftsmanship...
"How had a mere Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator like him learned such an uncanny, heaven-wrought array technique...?"
This question surfaced in the minds of every Array Technique elder at once.
The Sect Masters of every sect all wore stunned expressions.
Some elders and direct descendants from the Seven Pavilions of the Dao Court and ancient aristocratic families were visibly moved as well.
Even the Sect Masters of Void Gate's Three Mountains were somewhat dazed.
None of them had known before that Mo Hua possessed such a method.
And within the Sword Viewing Main Hall,
some Ancestors who had been resting with their eyes