Duan Jihong waved his hand, and several Formation Stones landed on the ground.
"You two take the small ones. I'll take the big ones. Follow me, one step at a time."
"Learn through practice, practice through learning."
Just then, a familiar voice rang out behind Lin Ke.
"Wait, Martial Uncle. Give this junior a chance too!"
Mo Tianji appeared before everyone. He had regained his former bearing, smiling calmly and composedly.
His clothes looked brand-new, his face clean and clear. He had returned to the image of a scholar who sought no quarrel with the world.
Only Lin Ke knew what he was like in private.
How could Duan Jihong not know what sort of character his own martial nephew had?
But he could find no reason to refuse, so he immediately said, "Oh dear, there aren't enough materials."
"I brought my own."
"All right, all right."
"Let's begin."
As his words fell, Duan Jihong raised his hand slightly.
A rune appeared in the air. It had neither the beauty of symmetry nor any particular meaning.
It was a rune drawn entirely through experience, running across from front to back, flying haphazardly left and right, and even rising and falling unpredictably.
"Ding!" The instant the rune was completed, rings of formation circles appeared at
"This is the Formation-Starting Talisman, the beginning of all formations. It's universal."
"Probably ten thousand years have passed since the forefather of Spell Arts discovered this talisman. It probably dates back even further than cultivators drawing Spiritual Qi into their bodies."
"Have you learned it?"
Duan Jihong looked back and found that none of the three seemed to have reacted. They merely stood rooted to the spot.
"All right. As your teacher, I overestimated the talent of this generation's Heaven's Chosen."
"Come, I'll go slower this