These wisps of insight into formations were vast and majestic. Lu Qing knew that only by directly facing the Formation Dao of a mighty senior could such thoughts arise within him.
Yet he did not drive them away. He simply continued watching.
The sounds around him—the wind, voices, rustling in the mountains and forests... all the clamor of the world seemed to fade behind him along with the movements before his eyes.
He did not wonder why the disciples and sect members had been allowed to witness the grand formation's construction, nor did he ponder what deeper meaning lay behind it.
All the other schemes and calculations, once such methods of the Formation Dao had been revealed, amounted to nothing more than preserving what was true. Since what lay before him was real and the thoughts surging through his heart were real, whatever hidden considerations remained could wait until after cultivation.
He watched with a hunger bordering on desperation.
Lu Qing's path in formations had arisen almost naturally.
Elder Liu had opened the door to the world of formations for him, but both before and after that, Lu Qing had walked alone.
He possessed his own fundamental Great Dao. The countless splendors of cultivation in this world could not lead his heart astray; they merely made him feel that the scenery along the path of cultivation was truly marvelous. Every step brought fresh wonders. Water Essence, formations, Sword Dao, and even the Five Elements he had encountered recently were all the same.
With cultivation as his foundation, how could these great paths of cultivation not enter his heart for careful examination? Thus, holding fast to this Dao Heart, Lu Qing would not lose himself in any single path.
He focused his gaze now because it had always been rare for