During the journey that followed, Mo Hua would occasionally poke his little head out the window and gaze at the scenery between heaven and earth.
He looked among the mountains, within immortal cities, and amid ruins and dilapidated temples, searching for traces of Array Techniques.
Whenever he found some sign, he would spread out his Divine Consciousness to sense it.
Then he would carefully perform Derivation Calculation.
If he calculated the Lingli trajectory of an Array Technique, he would stop the carriage and investigate it himself.
He would ask local cultivators, visit local array masters, or go to deserted mountaintops and study ancient stone steles standing there...
Thus they traveled and stopped, and two months passed.
Mo Hua did indeed find some unusual Array Techniques, including two Absolute Arrays.
But one was incomplete, while the other had only ten patterns—and they were simple ten patterns, with equally simple Dao Rhyme.
Even without the Dao Stele, Mo Hua mastered it after only a few days.
After that, there was no further trace of any Absolute Array.
There were no First-Grade Ten-Pattern arrays, much less any First-Grade Eleven-Pattern ones, to say nothing of First-Grade Twelve-Pattern Array Techniques.
Mo Hua sighed.
The Dao Stele in his Sea of Consciousness had gone on "strike" and still had not recovered, so every day he practiced Array Techniques many fewer times.
He could only rely on drawing the Thick Earth Formation to deepen his understanding of Array Techniques and temper his Divine Consciousness.
But his Divine Consciousness was already at twelve patterns.
Drawing the Eleven-Pattern Thick Earth Formation came effortlessly to him now, and it could no longer temper his Divine Consciousness very much.
These days, the growth of his Divine Consciousness had been exceedingly slow.
He was still far from Thirteen-Pattern Divine Consciousness.
By comparison,