The sun slanted westward, and dusk began to gather.
Wang Shentong and Li Qianyu had come to cause trouble, but now, listening to Zhang Fan explain battle formations,
they could only marvel at their boundless potential.
Although battle formations were weaker than fixed grand formations of the same rank in both defense and offense,
their various formations could be combined at will, changing in countless ways. In combat, they might well prove more powerful than ordinary divine abilities.
They would allow formation masters who cultivated battle formations to fight above their level like geniuses.
This was a revolution in the formation path!
The birth of a truly new school!
The longer the two listened, the more solemn they became.
The two fourth-rank formation masters, meanwhile, were delighted and listened with rapt attention.
"If the battle formation path can be developed to the fourth-tier late stage, even those of us who are poor at combat could contend with great cultivators!"
Night fell, and the first stars appeared.
Zhang Fan finally stopped, standing atop the platform with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering gently in the night breeze.
"That concludes today's lecture," he said calmly.
"Thank you for imparting your teachings, Mysterious Moon Ancestor. We will engrave them upon our hearts." The formation masters bowed.
Clap, clap, clap!
Wang Shentong suddenly rose and applauded. "Truly brilliant. Even those of us who do not cultivate the formation path found ourselves moved.
"Your learning reaches heaven itself, Fellow Daoist Zhang. You have my admiration.
"Still, only an actual battle can show everyone just how far battle formations can go."
"You have a point, Fellow Daoist Wang," Zhang Fan said. "However, battle formations have only just been conceived and remain imperfect.
"As it happens, my disciple Mingxian has studied them diligently under my