Formation Instruction

Kong Xuan's breathing tightened.

He stood at the doorway for a moment, straightened his collar, and only stepped inside after confirming that he did not look too disheveled.

The first floor was a large classroom, with more than a dozen low desks arranged in rows. Each desk held Jade Slips, brushes, and ink.

The disciples sat or knelt in various postures. Some were writing furiously, some rested their chins in their hands and stared blankly, while several had fallen asleep on their desks, their drool soaking the Jade Slips.

Tongtian stood at the front. He looked less like a Saint and more like a wandering martial artist.

He held a piece of chalk and drew something on the blackboard. Every few strokes, he stopped to ask, "Do you understand?" Some disciples nodded while others shook their heads, so he redrew it on the board.

Kong Xuan did not dare interrupt him. He quietly walked to the last row and found a seat in the corner.

Xuan followed him in, sat beside him, and fixed his gaze on the blackboard.

A formation diagram was drawn on the blackboard. Its lines were intricate, and the paths of Spiritual Qi were densely packed. Kong Xuan's head began to ache after a single glance.

Yet Tongtian's way of teaching was interesting. He did not lecture about lofty principles of the Great Dao. Instead, he used the simplest language to break down every node of the Formation and every path of the Spiritual Veins, like dismantling a Dharma Artifact and laying out its components one by one so that you could clearly see what each part looked like, what it did, and how to repair it if it broke.

As Kong Xuan listened, he became completely absorbed.

Tongtian's voice echoed through the classroom, rising and