Mo Hua recorded this immortal pattern with ink and brush. After his divine sense was completely exhausted, he collapsed on the ground.

While he was unconscious, he vaguely felt many cultivators shouting his name and rushing towards him. Their voices were extremely anxious. There was his father, Mo Shan, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Commander Yang, and many other people he was familiar with.

After that, he became drowsy and fainted.

Zhang Lan, Mo Shan, and others arrived at Mo Hua’s side. Seeing the bloodstains at the corners of his eyes, his weak breath, but steady pulse and smooth blood energy, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, the crowd sent Mo Hua to Old Mister Feng’s place for treatment.

And at the same time, Old Mister Zhuang was still standing in the corridor outside the bamboo room, looking at the deep mountain sky, silently pondering.

In that piece of sky, there was once the surging blood energy of Feng Xi, the majestic spiritual power of the great array, the silent extinction power of its collapse, and also the terrifying power of the tribulation lightning.

But now, everything had disappeared. The horizon was vast, with nothing there, as if nothing had ever happened.

This was heaven, this was the Dao. Even if the world was in turmoil, in the blink of an eye it would turn into fleeting clouds and smoke. Those who departed were like this, leaving no trace.

Old Mister Zhuang looked at the horizon, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

From dusk until late at night.

Old Kui couldn’t bear to watch and said coldly, “If you don’t rest, you will die.”

“Who wouldn’t die?”

“Then at least change to a more elaborate way of dying. Don’t die like this, plainly and without flavor.”

Old Mister Zhuang said nothing more, still silently pondering.

Old Kui was somewhat surprised, and fearing that he really was seeking death, he then asked, “What are you thinking about, for so long?”

“I am thinking…” Old Mister Zhuang said faintly, “Exactly how long can I hide?”

“How long you can hide, just hide as long as you can. Weren’t you always like this before, just getting by?” Old Kui said coldly.

Old Mister Zhuang sighed, “But what meaning does it have like this?”

Old Kui frowned.

Old Mister Zhuang continued to say, “Like this, living one more day, living one less day, fundamentally has no difference…”

Old Kui’s gaze slightly condensed, “What do you want to do?”

Old Mister Zhuang didn’t say anything, still silently looking at the horizon. There was once Mo Hua’s figure there. The collapse of the great array, the dissipation of the tribulation lightning, Mo Hua’s figure standing above Dahei Mountain, were also deeply imprinted in Old Mister Zhuang’s mind.

The sky grew later and later, the night grew deeper and deeper. Old Mister Zhuang’s body was swallowed by the night, but his eyes were bright like starlight, burning with hope.

When Mo Hua woke up confusedly, he found someone by his side. It was his mother, Liu Ruping.

Liu Ruping had tear stains at the corners of her eyes. Her hand tightly grasped Mo Hua’s small hand, as if she had been taking care of him all the time, but because she was too tired, she had fallen asleep by Mo Hua’s side.

Mo Hua’s heart felt warm, and also a little heartache. He stretched out his small hand and gently wiped the tear stains from the corners of Liu Ruping’s eyes.

Liu Ruping woke up with a start, suddenly opened her eyes, saw Mo Hua’s smiling face, and then gradually relaxed. She let out a long breath, a large stone in her heart fell, and gently said, “You are awake. What do you want to eat? Mother will make it for you.”

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up and he pointed to a large pile of things he wanted to eat. Liu Ruping was startled, then laughed, “Still so greedy.”

Afterwards, she instructed again, “Old Mister Feng said your sea of consciousness is damaged, but it’s not serious. You’ll be fine after a few days of proper rest.”

“But your eyes, I don’t know what you saw, they were injured. These days, you might occasionally have blurred vision or times when you can’t see clearly. You must be more careful.”

“Old Mister Feng has already refined several furnaces of pills. Take them every day. After some time, we will invite Old Mister Feng to take a look again…”

Liu Ruping chattered on for a long time. Mo Hua listened quietly, nodding repeatedly.

After a while, Mo Shan also came in. Seeing Mo Hua awake, his expression also lit up with joy. However, he hid his full concern in his heart and for a moment didn’t know how to speak, only dryly asked, “Are you okay…”

Mo Hua nodded, “En!”

Mo Shan also let out a breath, as if relieved of a burden.

What happened in the deep mountains, what Mo Hua did, Mo Shan and his wife didn’t understand, nor did they ask in detail. As long as Mo Hua was fine, that was enough.

Liu Ruping frowned again and said, “Don’t be so adventurous in the future…”

Mo Hua then comforted her, saying, “Mother, don’t worry, I calculated everything well. Nothing will happen, it just looked a little dangerous…”

Mo Shan on the side listened with a pause, feeling helpless in his heart: Causing such a terrifying commotion, Feng Xi exploding into ashes, even triggering the tribulation lightning, can this be called “looked a little dangerous”…

Liu Ruping also didn’t completely believe him, and said suspiciously, “Is it really calculated well?”

“Really!” Mo Hua nodded and said, “The array doesn’t deceive people. If you live, you live. If you die, you die. I left a life gate, so I definitely won’t die!”

Liu Ruping didn’t understand at all, but seeing Mo Hua’s confident, sworn appearance, she couldn’t help but pinch Mo Hua’s small face again, and said with a gentle smile, “Okay, mother believes you.”

Mo Hua also laughed, his eyes narrowing into crescent moons. Mo Shan on the side looked at his wife and child, his gaze also becoming gentle.

Afterwards, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Chief Steward Zhou, and others all came to see Mo Hua and also sent Mo Hua many things, mostly food. There were things to replenish blood, calm the spirit, and nourish qi…

Mo Hua was very grateful, and also very satisfied. The crowd asked about the collapse of the great array. Mo Hua didn’t use the obscure word “collapse,” only saying that he thought of a way to make the great array “self-destruct.”

Collapse is a confidential array inheritance, it’s still not good to say it easily. As for how it self-destructed, Mo Hua was vague, saying some terms like array core and array patterns.

The crowd saw that Mo Hua was speaking very seriously, and they all believed him. Anyway, regardless of whether Mo Hua was telling the truth or lies, they didn’t understand. For array masters, the great array is already obscure enough, let alone the collapse of the great array. And for non-array master cultivators, even ordinary arrays are a blur, let alone great arrays and the collapse of great arrays.

Anyway, as long as they knew that the great array self-destructed, the great demon was killed, and Mo Hua was fine, that was enough. Thinking of this, the crowd sighed in their hearts, especially Elder Yu.

He didn’t expect that the united efforts of the crowd would really kill a great demon. This was a heroic deed that Tongxian City hadn’t seen in thousands of years. A large part of this was Mo Hua’s merit. Mo Hua helped Tongxian City, and also helped them…

Elder Yu and the others silently remembered this matter in their hearts.

Afterwards, in order not to disturb Mo Hua’s rest, the crowd left. And Mo Hua’s injury was originally not that serious. He recuperated at Old Mister Feng’s place for a few days. After a few days, he went home. His sea of consciousness was slowly healing. For a short time, he couldn’t draw arrays and should use his divine sense less, so Mo Hua took advantage of this to be lazy and rest for a few more days.

Besides, his eyes occasionally became blurred. It was as if he had seen things he shouldn’t have seen, seen patterns containing the truth of the world. So now, when looking at other things, the scene he saw would occasionally be illusory, as if covered by a layer of white, illusory phantoms, indistinguishable from reality.

Old Mister Feng didn’t know what Mo Hua had seen, he only based his diagnosis on the injury and realistically said, “Your eyes were injured by some kind of burning. It’s normal to occasionally see things unclearly. You’ll be fine after some time of recuperation.”

Mo Hua then felt relieved. He definitely didn’t want to be half-blind.

Thanks to book friends In Wild Mathematician, Ze Yu An, 20230331045401601, and gchen for the rewards.

Thank you everyone for your support.

The big conflict in the first volume is finished. I will collect the foreshadowing, and then I can start a new volume.