Han Li gazed at the Mo Ling-branded nuclear bombs and magic arrays in a daze. These were all things Mo Caihuan and the Star Palace princess had cooked up. He had some accomplishments in formations himself, yet Mo Caihuan's formation technology left him awestruck. He could not understand it. In any case, it was nothing like the formations he knew.
He had learned many traditional formations and could break ancient restrictions, but he had never invented any formations himself. Mo Caihuan had actually reproduced pill flame through a formation. It was simply inconceivable.
He had tested it. The pill flame formation was indeed more stable than true flame or earth fire. Although it consumed spirit stones, it allowed more people to participate in artifact refining, greatly improving the efficiency of crafting flying boats and magical treasures.
"As incomprehensible as ever. A hundred years ago, out of all those people at the Mo Residence, she was the youngest, yet she was even harder to see through than Master Mo." Han Li truly could not understand Mo Caihuan.
In fact, it was easy enough to understand: she was earning resources for herself.
As Han Li reentered worldly life, he also prepared materials for artifact refining. This return to the world brought back many things he had already forgotten. After all, he had spent sixty years in seclusion, and many memories had grown hazy. Reentering the world gave him fresh insights.
When he had experienced life's joys and sorrows, its partings and reunions before, he had been an ordinary man without magic power. Now he was a Core Formation cultivator with magic power, whose lifespan was several times that of a mortal, and entirely new insights arose in his heart.
There were also the numerous gatherings for discussing the Dao held in Tianxing