Mo Hua memorized that Immortal Pattern. Afterward, his Divine Consciousness was completely exhausted, and he collapsed to the ground.
As he lost consciousness, he vaguely sensed many cultivators calling his name as they rushed toward him.
Their voices were filled with anxiety.
There was his father, Mo Shan, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Commander Yang, and many others he knew well.
After that, he drifted into a daze and fainted.
When Zhang Lan, Mo Shan, and the others reached Mo Hua's side, they saw blood at the corners of his eyes and his weak breathing. Yet his pulse was steady and his blood qi flowed smoothly, so they all breathed a sigh of relief.
They then sent Mo Hua to Elder Feng for treatment.
At the same time, Mr. Zhuang still stood in the corridor outside the Bamboo Chamber, gazing at the sky above Deep Mountain in silent thought.
That stretch of sky had once held Feng Xi's soaring blood qi, the vast lingli of the Grand Array, the collapsing Power of Annihilation, and the terrifying force of Tribulation Lightning.
"Something scorched his eyes. He often can't see things clearly. That's normal; after resting for a while, he'll be fine."
In any case, as long as they knew that the Grand Array had destroyed itself, the Lesser Monster had been slain, and Mo Hua was unharmed, that was enough.
Later, so as not to disturb Mo Hua's rest, everyone left.
Afterward, Zhang Lan, Liu Ruhua, Chief Administrator Zhou, and the others all came to visit Mo Hua. They also brought him many things, most of them food—some to replenish blood, some to calm the mind, some to nourish qi...
To cultivators who were not Array Masters, even ordinary Array Techniques were utterly baffling, much less the Grand Array and its